He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

In the past, when the old lady saw him, she would always call him her beloved grandson.

Although they never lived together, the old lady always doted on him from childhood to adulthood.

But now, the old lady's gaze towards him no longer held the warmth of the past; instead, it was filled with a cold and distant feeling.

This sudden change greatly shocked Song Jiachen, and he felt a surge of grievance.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to walk up to the old lady, lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake, held the old lady's book, and spoke in a pitiful voice.

"Grandma, are you angry with me? If I've done something wrong and upset you, just scold me. Please don't stay angry and ignore me..."

By the end, his voice even trembled with a hint of tears.

Faced with Song Jiachen's expression, the old lady showed no reaction. She silently pulled her hand back from Song Jiachen's grasp, and then said indifferently, "Why would I be angry?"

After saying this, the old lady turned away and stopped looking at Song Jiachen.

Song Jiachen stepped forward, stood in front of the old lady, and nervously opened his mouth: "Was it before, Grandpa...?"

However, before he could finish speaking, the old woman suddenly roared, "Shut up!"

The sudden roar was like a thunderclap in the air, startling Song Jiachen.

He stared in astonishment, his mouth slightly agape, completely stunned, standing there dumbfounded, utterly bewildered.

Seeing this, Song Zhi quickly stepped forward, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

She took the old lady's arm and said kindly, "Grandma, when did you arrive today?"

As she spoke, she secretly winked at Song Jiachen, signaling him not to say anything more.

Upon seeing Song Zhi, the old lady's tense face instantly relaxed, and her expression was completely different from her previous indifferent demeanor.

Her eyes were full of affection as she softly replied, "I arrived quite early; Xiao Fu personally drove to pick me up."

Song Zhi was somewhat surprised to hear this. She subconsciously turned to look at Fu Lu beside her and asked curiously, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Fu Lu smiled and said, "You make the decisions on the big things at home, and I'll make the decisions on the small things, so I'll handle this little thing myself."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi blushed unconsciously.

The old lady spoke up from the side: "Weren't you hospitalized? Xiao Fu was afraid it would affect your recovery, so he didn't tell you."

Song Zhi knew that the old woman was getting on in years and her health was not very good. If she knew that she had been bitten by a venomous snake, she would definitely be worried.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi simply said casually, "I'm just getting an IV drip, it's nothing, don't worry."

The old lady opened her mouth, as if she wanted to speak, but Song Zhi quickly interjected, "Oh, by the way, Grandma, how is Dad's condition recovering these days?"

The old lady nodded upon hearing this and replied, "Hmm, not bad."

Before she finished speaking, her gaze involuntarily drifted to Song Jiachen standing to the side. Then she reached out and grabbed Song Zhi, quickly walking to the side.

The old lady lowered her voice and said, "Zhizhi, why did you bring him here?"

Song Zhi turned her head and looked at Song Jiachen, who looked aggrieved. She felt a little helpless and explained, "Jiachen said he missed my dad. I couldn't persuade him otherwise, so I brought him here."

Upon hearing this, the old lady snorted coldly and remained silent.

Full of suspicion, Song Zhi asked in bewilderment, "Grandma, you didn't treat Jiachen like this before. What did he do to upset you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the old lady's gaze slowly shifted to her son lying on the hospital bed, and she remained silent for a moment.

Seeing this, Song Zhi could only smile helplessly, then lowered her voice and coaxed softly, "Grandma, Jia Chen really had other things to do when he couldn't make it to see Grandpa one last time. I can testify to that. Please don't be angry with him anymore, okay?"

After much thought, this was the only thing Song Zhi could think of.

During that time, Song Jiachen was still detained in the police station and was only released today.

The old lady slowly opened her mouth and said, "It's not about that."

Hearing this, Song Zhi was filled with suspicion and quickly asked, "Then what is the reason?"

However, the old lady kept her lips tightly shut and did not utter another word.

Song Zhi stared at the old lady's hesitant expression, feeling a little worried. She asked softly, "Grandma, has something happened?"

Faced with Song Zhi's concern and inquiries, the old lady simply shook her head gently and remained silent.

Song Zhi looked helpless: "Grandma, what happened? Is it my dad?"

Upon hearing this, the old lady frowned slightly: "Stop asking. Make him leave here immediately. Your father doesn't want to see him either!"

After hearing these words, Song Zhi's doubts deepened.

It should be noted that Song Jinguo's most beloved and doted-on son was this youngest son.

The father and son have such a good relationship that it's truly enviable.

Therefore, Song Zhi couldn't understand why Song Jinguo didn't want to see Song Jiachen.

Song Zhi subconsciously turned her head and glanced at the hospital bed.

Song Jinguo, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them.

Seeing this, Song Zhi quickly walked to the bedside and asked worriedly, "Dad, how have you been feeling these past few days? Is there anything bothering you?"

Song Jinguo nodded slightly: "I'm fine, don't worry." As he spoke, he saw Song Jiachen walk over and stand by the hospital bed.

At this moment, Song Jiachen's eyes were red, and tears seemed to be about to spill out at any moment. He was staring intently at Song Jinguo.

"dad……"

Song Jiachen's voice trembled, and tears streamed uncontrollably down his face. He reached out and grasped Song Jiachen's withered hand, choking out, "Dad, you've finally woken up! That's wonderful! I... you're all..."

Song Jiachen burst into tears of joy, so excited that he became incoherent.

Over the years, he had been hoping that his father would wake up, and now that his wish had come true, the joy in his heart was indescribable.

Song Jinguo slowly lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on his son, who had grown up and been raised by him for more than ten years.

At this moment, he felt a mix of emotions.

During her time in a coma, Zhao Man completely tore off her mask of pretense.

She brazenly flaunted her first love in front of his sickbed, even though he was unable to move or speak, he was conscious and could hear clearly.

Zhao Man's marriage to him was all a calculated move.

He never imagined that Zhao Man would endure this for so many years for the sake of money.

What he didn't expect was that the son he had raised and doted on for more than ten years was not his own. How could he accept that?

Song Jinguo knew that the child was innocent, and that Song Jiachen was completely unaware that he was not a biological child of the Song family.

However, the fact that Zhao Man has put a green hat on herself is undeniable.