My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 122 Could it be that he has truly fallen in love with a woman?

Liu Meili understood immediately and quickly followed Tan Haoyu with small steps, earnestly persuading him, "President Tan, think about it, we have been preparing for three whole years so that Sunshine Group can successfully enter the West. The importance of this meeting is self-evident. If you leave now, all our previous efforts will be in vain."

Tan Haoyu seemed not to hear him, continuing his steps, only turning his head to ask, "How long will it take to get to the airport at the fastest?"

Yang Piaoliang quickly replied, "At the fastest... at the fastest it will take twenty minutes, Mr. Tan."

Tan Haoyu nodded slightly, then ordered: "Book me a flight to Pengcheng in thirty minutes. Let another manager chair the afternoon meeting. Liu Meili, you stay here to assist him."

Liu Meili was still unwilling to give up. She moved her lips, about to speak again to persuade him.

But when she looked up and met Tan Haoyu's determined gaze, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She and Yang Piaoliang had been by Tan Haoyu's side for many years and knew that he was usually decisive and had never failed before.

But this is the first time I've ever acted so recklessly.

The two exchanged a glance, wondering to themselves: What kind of magic does Zhu Ziqing possess that makes President Tan so reckless?

Could it be that Mr. Tan's feelings for her have long since transcended simple pity and have blossomed into romantic love?

Tan Haoyu had no interest in paying attention to their speculations.

He was extremely anxious and just wanted to get to Zhu Ziqing's side as soon as possible.

This would give her support and help her overcome her current predicament.

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Zhu Ziqing jogged along, following the medical staff, and carefully escorted her mother into the special ward.

After settling her mother in, she had just straightened up when the attending physician approached her with a grave expression and earnestly warned, "Your mother's physical condition is very fragile right now, so you must avoid subjecting her to any further stimulation."

Judging from the old and new injuries on her body, domestic violence is highly likely. I suggest you protect her through legal means.

Zhu Ziqing bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with helplessness.

She desperately wanted to use the law to protect her mother, but her mother's mind was deeply bound by traditional ideas.

This made her unwilling to resist, let alone seek legal help.

Zhu Ziqing looked at her mother, whose face was old and body was thin, with heartache, and her eyes couldn't help but redden.

Suddenly, the mother, who was still unconscious, seemed to be gripped by immense fear, repeatedly calling out, "Ziqing, run! Run!"

That trembling voice seemed to come from an endless abyss, filled with despair and unease.

Zhu Ziqing's heart clenched suddenly.

She rushed forward, hugged her mother tightly, and whispered to comfort her, "Mom, don't be afraid, I'm here. No one can hurt us now."

But the mother still slept very restlessly, her brows furrowed, and cold sweat kept pouring from her forehead.

Zhu Ziqing slowly released her mother, leaned against the bedside, and felt full of self-reproach.

She couldn't help but recall how she had been framed two years ago and had stormed off in a fit of anger.

They completely failed to consider the pain their mother would endure behind their backs.

Why didn't she see the helplessness and resignation in her mother's eyes earlier?

If I could take my mother with me when we left, perhaps she wouldn't have had to suffer so much.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

The doctor pushed open the door and entered, greeting her politely with a smile: "Ms. Zhu, you're here. Hello."

Then, the doctor sighed slightly and said, "Your mother's physical injuries are relatively easy to heal with proper care."

But the knot in her heart runs too deep; it will take a lot of time and energy to untie it slowly.

Zhu Ziqing nodded slightly, the image of her mother's terrified screams resurfacing in her mind.

She wondered to herself: What kind of pain did her mother go through during the two years she was away, constantly urging her to run?

At that moment, Wan Qingsha's words suddenly echoed in his ears: his mother had fallen ill and never recovered after she left.

In retrospect, it was not a lie he told.

Just then, the doctor seemed to read her mind and said softly, "Ms. Zhu, don't worry. Mr. Tan has already called and asked the hospital to arrange the best psychologist to help your mother recover."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ziqing felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Although Tan Haoyu couldn't be by his side at this moment.

But with just this one phone call and these arrangements, she deeply felt his presence and care.

During this difficult time, his silent support from behind seemed to infuse me with endless strength.

Inside the ward, soft lighting illuminated the bed where Zhu's mother lay half-asleep.

Zhu Ziqing sat close to the bedside, her eyes fixed on her.

Zhu's mother's chapped lips trembled slightly as she murmured repeatedly, "Ziqing, Mom is so sorry, so very sorry..."

The voice was filled with endless regret, as if every word carried the heavy guilt of the past: "Back then, Mom couldn't protect you, and you suffered so much."

Zhu Ziqing's eyes reddened. She had thought that her mother's visit was at her father's behest, to persuade her to return to the capital and continue being a pawn to be manipulated.

But upon hearing her mother's heartfelt confession, she suddenly realized that her mother had come to protect her.

The heavy weight that had been pressing on her heart suddenly lifted, and she felt a lump in her throat, almost bursting into tears.

As if gathering her courage, Zhu's mother, her eyes filled with trepidation and unease, cautiously asked, "Ziqing, can... can you forgive Mom?"

Tears welled up in Zhu Ziqing's eyes. She nodded vigorously and said in a choked voice, "Mom, I was wrong to blame you. You raised me with so much hardship, how could I not forgive you?"

A smile appeared on Zhu's mother's pale face. She raised her hand and gently stroked Zhu Ziqing's hair, saying softly, "Our Ziqing is growing more and more beautiful, just like a flower."

Zhu Ziqing burst into laughter through her tears and playfully replied, "Mom, please stop teasing me. No matter how pretty I am, I can't be as pretty as you were back then."

For a moment, the warmth and intimacy between mother and daughter flowed like a warm current through the slightly chilly ward.

Zhu Ziqing gently held her mother's hand, her thoughts drifting back to the past.

The Zhu family has two children, her and her older sister Zhu Yahan.

Coincidentally, she resembled her mother, gentle and beautiful; her sister resembled her father, with a sharp edge in her eyes.

From a young age, her father had high expectations for her older sister, always putting her first in everything, as if she were the apple of his eye.

But her mother was different. Although both were her children, her mother's heart clearly favored her more.

The favoritism hidden in the trivialities of life made Zhu Ziqing always feel loved and valued, even when she was in trouble.

Lost in her memories, Zhu Ziqing looked up at her mother.

The mother pursed her lips, trying to force a smile.

Her sunken eyes and prominent facial bones clearly indicated her current physical weakness.