Jiang Wenhao suddenly fainted, causing panic among everyone present, and the entire engagement scene instantly descended into chaos.

"Wen Hao, wake up, don’t scare me." Liu Xiangqing held Jiang Wenhao and called out, but Jiang Wenhao had clearly passed out, his thin lips tightly pressed together, and his handsome face pale; the situation looked dire.

"Give him to me." Jiang Jingheng squatted down directly, picked up Jiang Wenhao, and headed out.

Mu Yan wanted to follow, but unfortunately, she was wearing high heels, and with so many people around, she was pushed to the back, accidentally twisting her foot. She could only watch as Jiang Jingheng walked further and further away.

"What is this? A perfectly good engagement banquet." Someone complained.

"Could it be that the elder brother is not going to make it? I heard before that his health had already..."

"The Liu Family really doesn’t care about anything when it comes to money, marrying their good daughter to a cripple, who knows if she’ll become a widow tomorrow."

"Of all times to faint, during an engagement banquet? I suspect some people in the Jiang Family can’t stand to see the elder brother doing well; I even heard that the car accident back then was the same."

... 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Mu Yan glanced at those relatives who were speaking over each other, feeling a wave of frustration welling up inside.

Now that Jiang Wenhao was in trouble, some might aim at Jiang Jingheng, especially given their half-sibling relationship and the large inheritance involved.

Mu Yan didn’t want to argue with these people to avoid tarnishing Jiang Jingheng’s reputation. After the crowd dispersed a bit, she limped her way outside.

The high heels felt like thorns underfoot, hurting her intensely. But being in a public place, she couldn’t take off her shoes to walk.

Jiang Jingheng’s car had already left, and Mu Yan stood by the roadside, ready to hail a cab.

Just a few steps forward, Jiang Wenhui called out to her.

"Nuannuan!"

Mu Yan turned to see Jiang Wenhui coming over and approached her immediately. "Elder sister."

"Jing Heng sent the elder brother to the hospital first; come with me."

"Okay." Mu Yan followed her for a few steps.

"What happened to your foot?" Jiang Wenhui noticed her limping.

Mu Yan looked where her gaze landed and said, "It’s nothing, just accidentally twisted it earlier."

"Come on, I’ll support you." Jiang Wenhui guided Mu Yan toward the car.

Fortunately, she had spare shoes in the car and handed Mu Yan a pair of her regular sports shoes.

"Wear these for now, and when we get to the hospital, have a doctor check it for you."

"Thank you, elder sister."

"Why be polite with me?" Jiang Wenhui smiled and started the car.

She watched Mu Yan rubbing her swollen ankle and frowned, "Jing Heng, though in a hurry, shouldn’t have left you behind."

Mu Yan smiled, "It’s okay."

She recalled that moment with Jiang Jingheng, all his focus on Jiang Wenhao, with no regard for anyone else.

This was the first time he completely ignored her.

At the hospital, Mu Yan saw a crowd standing densely outside the emergency room.

Jiang Wenhui led the way, asking Jiang Zhenghong, "Uncle, how is elder brother?"

"Still in the emergency room, not clear yet." Jiang Zhenghong replied, looking grave.

He had no feelings for his first wife; the marriage was entirely due to family arrangements. Young and resistant to constraints, he didn’t care much for this son either.

But the old man often praised him, and over time, he realized his son was exceptional, the best successor for the Jiang Family, and he felt assured.

Who could have thought a car accident would strip away his health, causing him to fall from grace, facing near-death moments repeatedly, the string of misfortunes rendering him increasingly silent, estranging the father-son relationship.

He couldn’t help but doubt if he was too unfit as a father.

"Is it you who did this, isn’t it you?" a sharp female voice suddenly pierced through.