Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting

Chapter 989: Chapter 682: Composure in the Day, Fear in the Night

Xiao Anhe chuckled softly and looked up, tears in his eyes, "Do you think... it’s true?"

"Dean Xiao... it seems you know quite a bit about our affairs."

Yin Shixiu spoke lightly, reaching for the water cup beside him, his palm grinding against the cup.

Xiao Anhe grabbed a tissue nearby, wiped away his tears and snot, choosing not to deny anything at the moment.

Su Xiaomeng looked at Xiao Anhe,

"Dean Xiao... it seems you really don’t want the Rong Family to have it easy..."

"Rong Liang shielding his daughter, all because of a little jealousy, cost my beloved his life... not only those who share the Rong Family blood, but even ordinary people unrelated to the Rong Family in Beijing with the surname Rong, I find them glaring..."

Xiao Anhe blew his nose and continued,

"I know... Brother Yin suffered such severe injuries in the Tianjin Port incident over three months ago, and I’m aware that Brother Yin has always been at odds with the Rong Family’s leaders."

"Dean Xiao, you’ve gone too far; we wouldn’t say we have such irreconcilable differences with the Rong Family."

Yin Shixiu quickly gestured to slow things down.

"Haha... even if Brother Yin doesn’t see it that way, doesn’t Mrs. Yin?"

Xiao Anhe’s words suddenly shifted towards Su Xiaomeng.

Su Xiaomeng lifted her eyes, meeting Xiao Anhe’s still noticeably reddened gaze.

"Someone who goes to great lengths to put your husband at death’s door and nearly succeeded in burying him at sea, doesn’t Mrs. Yin find this irreconcilable?"

"..."

Su Xiaomeng pressed her lips together, even though Xiao Anhe revealed a moment of genuine emotion in front of her and Yin Shixiu today.

When the implication and direction of his words altered slightly, Xiao Meng wouldn’t casually respond.

However, her large eyes were locked onto Xiao Anhe, trying to discern something from the tears in his eyes.

"Dean Xiao... if you have any thoughts, just say it. You’ve kept this secret hidden for so many years, telling us today... I suppose it’s not entirely impulsive."

Yin Shixiu maintained his usual composure and rationality.

Xiao Anhe didn’t answer immediately, his gaze fixed on the porridge meals in front of him, three empty bowls, and the pot with still steaming porridge.

Outside, the wind continued to blow, the sudden rain pounded on the window glass, sparking continuous sounds that stirred the ears.

They’re all patient people...

Especially Xiao Anhe, whose unappealing greed can fool most, but can’t elude Yin Shixiu and Su Xiaomeng’s eyes.

At fifty-one, Xiao Anhe bore the wisdom of years in his demeanor and thoughts.

"It’s not really an idea, just... offering you a piece of advice."

Xiao Anhe took a deep breath, straightened up, and lifted his head, meeting Yin Shixiu and Su Xiaomeng’s gaze,

"Do not be merciful to any member of the Rong Family."

"..."

After saying this, Xiao Anhe’s gaze shifted away from Yin Shixiu and Su Xiaomeng.

"Between Rong Liang and his daughter, between me and the old dean, I’ll never rely on Brother Yin and Mrs. Yin to settle my grudges. Don’t doubt that."

"..."

"Mr. Xiao accidentally opened the conversation today, so please, don’t mention this to anyone else."

"Dean Xiao, rest assured, my wife and I are not ones to spread rumors unnecessarily."

Yin Shixiu explained.

Xiao Anhe nodded, smiled, and leaned on the table to rise,

"It’s getting late, watching the wild wind and sudden rain outside that doesn’t cease... it reminds me that life’s collisions are similar..."

Life’s collisions.

"Mrs. Yin, don’t tidy up the table, leave it aside, let the nurse do it tomorrow."

Su Xiaomeng nodded slightly,

"I’ll put the pots and bowls in the kitchen; it’ll be easier for the nurse to clean up later. Dean Xiao, you should rest early."

"Yes, then... goodnight."

Saying this, Xiao Anhe left the table and exited the room, carefully closing the door gently behind him.

The room couldn’t really be described as quiet; the strong wind outside howled, swaying one’s thoughts with it.

Su Xiaomeng looked up at Yin Shixiu; Yin Shixiu sat in the wheelchair, his handsome face expressionless, only the deep darkness of his eyes filled with gravity.

She stood up and placed the bowls into the pot, wiping the table with a cloth, and then carried the pot out.

Upon returning, Yin Shixiu remained in his original position, seemingly unchanged even in where his gaze fell.