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Chapter 437 - 392 Suicide Squad_2

Chapter 437: 392 Suicide Squad_2

"..."

MeiLing was at a loss for words for a moment, but after a while, she said, "How could your uncle have known something like this would happen? At the time of the explosion, he was in his own room, and had he not been napping in the bedroom instead of being in the living room, he might have been seriously injured too. Qian Qian, I know you’re very upset, and nobody wants to see such things happen, but you can’t bear hostility towards everyone because of it."

"Your uncle has always been quite good to you, do you really want to see him covered in injuries just like your dad?"

Shi Qianxi pursed her lips and remained silent.

Of course, it was just an angry remark.

"Let’s go."

MeiLing took her and headed to Meng Jiye’s hospital room.

"Sister, Qian Qian, it’s all my fault, all my fault!"

On the hospital bed.

Meng Jiye’s forehead was wrapped in gauze, and his leg was in a cast, looking quite pitiful.

However, he seemed not to care about his own pain at all. Seeing MeiLing and Shi Qianxi enter the room, he struggled to sit up, his face full of regret,

"If I had swapped rooms with my brother-in-law, he wouldn’t be in this situation!"

What a noble sentiment.

Shi Qianxi, moved by these words, felt some emotion.

"Uncle, are you alright?"

"I’m fine, Qian Qian, I’m sorry."

By the looks of it, Meng Jiye seemed on the verge of tears.

Seeing him like this, even Shi Qianxi, with all her grievances, couldn’t bring herself to be angry anymore.

"Uncle, it’s not your fault, you don’t need to blame yourself."

Meng Jiye sighed with shame and fell silent.

If it hadn’t been for Qiu Zhaobin convincing him to go sleep in the room, lying on the sofa might’ve really buried him when the wall collapsed, but because he was in the bedroom, the impact was minimal. He was simply shaken off the bed, and it was unclear why he was now in a cast and gauze.

"Should we notify Zuo Hong and the others?"

MeiLing asked.

Meng Jiye quickly refused, "No need, it would just worry them."

MeiLing nodded.

"Sister, how is my brother-in-law doing?"

Meng Jiye asked cautiously.

Shi Qianxi’s expression instantly turned somber.

MeiLing, who could raise such a daughter and nurture such a husband, was naturally no ordinary woman. At least on the surface, she did not show too much emotion.

"He’s out of life-threatening danger, but the prospects are not very optimistic. He has multiple severe fractures all over his body, especially the brain. Several pieces of shrapnel from the explosion were embedded in it, and after surgery, they have all been removed. The doctors can’t be certain when he will wake up, though."

MeiLing appeared to understate it, but Meng Jiye listened with a chill in his heart.

He had witnessed firsthand how terrible the explosion was.

His room was next door; the living room had become a pile of ruins.

"Are those bodyguards useless? Spending so much money on them, and they can’t even do this simple job!"

Meng Jiye expressed intense anger.

MeiLing didn’t speak.

Even Shi Qianxi, who was harboring resentment towards her uncle at the time, surprisingly didn’t join in the blame.

"Uncle, both bodyguards were killed in the explosion."

Meng Jiye’s tone halted.

"Both... both dead?"

"Yes."

Shi Qianxi spoke solemnly, "One’s body could not be found intact, and the other was discovered lying on top of my dad. Had he not sacrificed himself to block most of the blast, my dad might by now have..."

Meng Jiye’s lips moved, and in the end he said with hatred, "Who in the world would do something so cruel and insane?!"

There was almost no need to ask whether the assassin was dead or alive.

Both bodyguards had been killed in the explosion.

The suicide bomber was certainly reduced to nothing.

A human bomb.

It was almost something you’d only see on TV news.

Some extremist organizations abroad would use such tactics.

Once an attack was initiated, regardless of whether the target was killed successfully, the attacker was doomed not to survive.

Setting aside whether his emotions were of joy or sorrow, at that moment, Meng Jiye couldn’t help but feel a shiver of dread.

The soft are afraid of the hard, the hard are afraid of the desperate, the desperate are afraid of the reckless, the reckless are afraid of the foolish, and the foolish are afraid of those who do not fear death.

When faced with someone willing to perish together with you, who wouldn’t be intimidated?

"Sister, you and Qian Qian must be careful from now on. I believe that there must be someone behind this assassin, and I’m worried they won’t let things rest."

Meng Jiye said urgently.

"I know, you don’t have to worry about us. Focus on recovering."

Suddenly.

A ringtone from a mobile phone sounded.

MeiLing looked at her daughter.

Shi Qianxi took out her phone, hastily answering the call. Just moments before she was ready to see someone ruined, the heiress of Jinhai now seemed like a different person, tenderly and pitifully calling out after picking up, "Jiang Chen."

Meng Jiye had a strange expression on his face.

"You’ve arrived?"

Under the watchful eyes of her mother and uncle, Shi Qianxi’s face changed color again and again, quite the sight to behold. After a brief moment of shock, she burst into strong jubilation.

"I’ll come out right away!"

"Qian Qian..."

Without waiting to heed her mother, Shi Qianxi hurriedly ran outside.

"Sister, what’s going on?"

Meng Jiye was utterly puzzled.

Before Miss Shi could reach the hospital entrance, she already saw the young man walking in, dragging a suitcase.

Knowing she could not show weakness in front of outsiders and having forcibly endured in front of high officials from Huainan Province and figures like Chu Tai, Shi Qianxi could no longer restrain her emotions and, like a swallow returning to the forest, collided straight into the man’s arms.

If he hadn’t been keeping fit all along, he might truly have been knocked down.

"Wuwuwu..."

Miss Shi buried her head in his embrace, sobbing loudly.