My sisters drove me away, and now they are crying and begging for my forgiveness?

"Lin An? Is he Teacher Feiyu?"

Yuan Xiaoqi's excited voice came out of nowhere.

Tan Weiwei looked carefully and saw her head popping out from behind Feng Ke: "Yes, it's Teacher Feiyu."

"Ah! It's my favorite composer, Mr. Feiyu. Can you sign an autograph for me?"

Yuan Xiaoqi ran to Lin An and instantly became a little fan, feeling nervous and uneasy.

"can."

"Really! Thank you, Teacher Feiyu." Yuan Xiaoqi thanked him happily, took out her grandma's coat, turned it over, and said, "Teacher Feiyu, please sign here."

Lin An signed his name and glanced at the others.

"Are you Weiwei's...boyfriend?"

The one who spoke was the older sister in the group, with a smile on her face and a gentle voice.

"Hello, I'm Lin An. I happened to be in Beijing doing some work, so I came to visit the set. During the filming, I'd like to ask you to take care of Weiwei. This is just a small token of my appreciation."

Lin An asked Yang Zhen about the artists in the show and prepared suitable gifts for them.

Of course, there are also staff members.

These gifts are not expensive, but they are not cheap either.

"Hey...something's happening here!" The eyes of several people when they looked at Tan Weiwei changed.

Feng Ke watched this scene, his eyes gradually becoming sinister.

Tan Weiwei's face turned red and her heart beat faster. Lin An, does this count as your consent?

For them, is this considered semi-public?

But Lin An clearly didn't say anything.

"Is the show recording finished?"

Lin An leaned against Tan Weiwei with a gentle tone.

His warm breath sprayed on her face, making Tan Weiwei's face almost hot. The little heart in her chest trembled slightly, just like the drizzle in spring brushing against the newly opened petals.

Tan Weiwei nodded: "Yes. Let's go."

For some reason, she was secretly expecting something.

"Let's go together."

The senior sister spoke with a smile, and the group walked out of the recording site together.

Outside, the artists' nanny cars were lined up closely together.

Yang Zhen didn't come because he knew Lin An was coming.

"Mr. Lin." As soon as he left the house, the driver sent by the Xiang family came over in a hurry and reported, "Something happened at the hospital. Mr. Xiang couldn't contact you, so he contacted me. Please be sure to rush over to take a look."

He ran over, panting heavily, and everyone heard the words "Mr. Xiang" clearly in an instant.

Even those who don't live in Beijing for a long time have heard of the Xiang family's name.

Not to mention that most of the artists present are active in the Beijing circle and are well-known to Mr. Xiang.

But they just seemed to hear Mr. Xiang "inviting" Lin An to come over.

Isn't Lin An a talented composer? How could he ask Mr. Xiang for help?

Just as everyone was puzzled, Lin An frowned slightly: "Is there something wrong with Tong Yan?"

The driver nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, Miss Tong Yan is not well."

"Let's go." Lin An looked at Tan Weiwei, "Would you like to go with me, or should I take you back to the hotel first?"

Tan Weiwei didn't want to go back to the hotel, so she interrupted the date she had finally gotten: "If I go with you, will it bother you?"

Lin An smiled and said affirmatively: "No."

"Then I'll go with you."

Tan Weiwei was happy inside but appeared calm on the outside. She had to control her excitement towards Lin An and did not want to be seen as a lovesick girl by others.

The two got into the car, and it quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The artists were left alone, staring at each other in bewilderment.

Someone said, "Lin An, nicknamed Flying Fish, is quite talented, but he shouldn't be associated with the Xiang family who has nothing to do with the entertainment industry."

This question raised the common doubts in the minds of the others.

But no one could answer it.

Inside the hospital.

Xiang Yunqing held Tong Yan's hand tightly. Her slender white wrist was wrapped in gauze, and blood could be faintly seen seeping through the gauze.

"Sister Ayan, why are you so stupid? This is not your fault. You are the victim. Woo woo..."

She cried uncontrollably, her tears falling in big drops, soaking through a corner of the quilt.

Lying on the hospital bed, Tong Yan stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, refusing to eat or drink, her gaze dull and expressionless.

Uncle Tong was sitting in front of the hospital bed. He had already learned from Old Liang the reason why Tong Yan got cancer. He had already arranged for people to investigate, and news had already arrived.

On his way back, Lin An called Xiang Dongqi back. When he learned that Uncle Tong had found out the truth in just a few hours, his first reaction was: So fast?

And all the news that came in pointed to one person.

There is no doubt that Tong Yan was murdered by someone. This person was not someone else, but her biological father, Tong Liang, who gave her life.

Not to mention that he couldn't accept this matter, the one who found it hardest to accept was Tong Yan.

As the saying goes, even a tiger won't eat its own cubs.

He never dreamed that Tong Liang would actually attack his own daughter.

This made his second uncle feel very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Lin is here."

Suddenly, the door opened and Uncle Tong stood up immediately: "Mr. Lin."

Lin An nodded as a response, then lowered his eyes and saw a bright red bloodstain. That was the wound on Tong Yan's wrist!

His face suddenly darkened: "She committed suicide?"

Uncle Tong smiled with difficulty: "Don't blame her, she can't accept it for the time being."

"So, use your own death to help others?"

Lin An seldom said things that would irritate patients, but Tong Yan's recklessness in killing himself really made him furious.

Uncle Tong opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"So, Miss Tong, do you still want to be treated?"

Lin An stood in front of the hospital bed, with a sullen face, looking down at Tong Yan.

Tong Yan saw his figure, which was extremely powerful, so she turned her head away and didn't look at him.

Lin An sneered, "Miss Tong, I don't like wasting time on people who want to die."

"If Xiang Yunqing hadn't been willing to leave you the chance of survival, I wouldn't have agreed to treat you."

"Your behavior makes me feel like her sincerity has been wasted."

"Woo woo...Sister Yan."

Xiang Yunqing finally couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.

Tong Yan's eyes, as calm as the Dead Sea, changed, but only for a moment.

After a while, she spoke in a hoarse voice: "Yun Qing, don't cry."

"Sister Yan."

Xiang Yunqing sobbed and called her, shaking her, as if to wake up her confused mind.

Tong Yan opened her hands helplessly.

Xiang Yunqing came over obediently.

"Good sister, don't cry."

Tong Yan pinched her face, her voice extremely gentle.

Xiang Yunqing still wanted to cry, but he forced himself to hold it back.

"Sister Ayan, you must not give up on yourself. You only have one life. It's not worth wasting your life for someone who doesn't love you! That person doesn't love you, but I love you, Grandpa Tong loves you, Second Uncle Tong loves you, and many, many others love you."

"You don't need to waste your life on people who don't love you. Think more about us who love you and live well, okay?"

At the end, Xiang Yunqing glared angrily and scolded Tong Yan, also losing his temper.

"Yes, he doesn't love me. He never loved me."

This is why Tong Yan is desperate.

She had thought that Tong Liang didn't not love her, he just didn't love her that much.

It was like he didn't not love her mother, he just didn't love her mother that much.

But the cruel reality shattered her self-deception and all her dreams vanished into thin air.

Tong Liang didn't love her, and even wanted to kill her, letting her die in such a painful way.

Tong Yan closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, one drop after another.

Xiang Yunqing wanted to say something, but Lin An shook his head at her.

"Let her cry. It will be good for her to vent. Uncle Tong, come out for a moment."

Lin An turned and left the ward.