The moment he stepped into the hospital room, Su Hetong’s face was a mask of fury. He strode forward, his voice thunderous with indignation.

“Father, I heard you transferred all your shares to Chuchu! Is this true?”

His tone was laced with disbelief and anger.

Su Weichu’s expression immediately turned icy. She took a step forward, her voice sharp as a blade.

“The shares belong to Grandpa. Whoever he wishes to give them to is entirely his choice. Your aggressive stance, Uncle, makes it look like you’re staging a coup!”

“Shut up! This is a conversation between elders. Who gave you the right to interrupt?”

Su Hetong turned on her with a ferocious glare, his fury nearly palpable, as if he might devour her whole.

The sheer hostility in his gaze made Su Weichu’s heart pound. She had never seen Su Hetong this enraged before.

At that moment, the Old Master’s voice boomed through the room.

“Su Hetong, who gave you permission to raise your voice at Chuchu?! The shares are mine. I will decide where they go!”

“Father, have you forgotten our agreement? The bet hasn’t ended yet! On what grounds do you have the right to transfer everything to her?”

Su Hetong’s finger stabbed the air toward Su Weichu, his voice shaking with suppressed rage.

His father’s favoritism felt like a knife twisting in his gut, like he was nothing more than an outsider.

The Old Master, trembling with anger, clutched his chest, his breaths ragged. Suddenly, he was wracked with violent coughs, his body convulsing.

“Grandpa!”

Su Weichu’s face paled as she rushed to support him, her hands soothing his back in desperation.

“Calm down, Grandpa, please! Don’t get so worked up—it’s bad for your health!”

But the coughing only worsened, his frail body shaking, until crimson droplets spattered onto his sleeve.

Blood.

Su Weichu’s heart clenched in terror. She spun around, her voice sharp with urgency.

“Su Hetong, what are you standing there for? Go get the doctor!”

Reality seemed to slap the Su family awake.

“I’ll go right away—”

Ji Xiaolan had just turned when Su Huatong’s cold voice cut through the air like a blade.

“No one moves.”

“Su Hetong?!”

Ji Xiaolan turned back, stunned.

Su Hetong ignored her, his eyes locked on Su Weichu and the gasping Old Master. A sinister glint flashed through them, his lips curling into a cruel smirk.

Su Weichu’s blood ran cold.

She swallowed hard, her voice shaking. “What… what do you want?”

“What do I want?”

Su Hetong let out a short, mocking laugh. Malice dripped from every word.

“You want to save that old man? Fine. Write a share transfer agreement, and I’ll call the doctor immediately.”

Su Weichu stood frozen, her mind blank.

She stared at him, disbelief widening her eyes.

“Su Hetong, do you even have a conscience? This is your own father!”

“I have no father who treats me like an outsider.”

His voice was sharp, his hatred undisguised.

“Don’t give me that righteous act, Su Weichu. You just don’t want to give up those shares, do you? If you truly care about him, then make your choice.”

His words were ruthless, pressing down on her like an iron weight.

Su Weichu’s hands trembled.

The Old Master, still coughing violently, reached out and grasped her hand weakly. His voice, though faint, was resolute.

“Don’t you dare, Chuchu. Even if I die, I won’t let you hand everything over to him and watch him destroy our family’s legacy.”

“Then we’ll just wait and see,” Su Hetong sneered, arms folded across his chest.

Su Weichu clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

She didn’t want to hand over the shares.

But she couldn’t watch her grandfather die.

“…Fine, I’ll write it.”

The words felt like shards of glass scraping against her throat.

The Old Master’s eyes widened. “Chuchu!”

“Grandpa, I’ve made up my mind. I can fight for the shares again, but I can’t afford to lose you.”

Her voice was firm, her grip on his hand tightening.

Su Hetong smirked. “How touching.”

“Paper and pen.” Su Weichu’s voice was cold and unwavering.

Ji Xiaolan, gloating, retrieved them from her handbag and strutted over.

“Here you go. Now, write.”

Su Weichu shot her a chilling glare but took the items without a word.

Just as she put pen to paper—

The hospital door burst open.

A tall figure stepped inside.

Lin Huaiyu.

He paused, surprised to see the room so crowded. Then his sharp gaze swept over the tension hanging thick in the air.

He took in Su Weichu’s pale face, the Old Master’s distress, the paper and pen in her hand—

His expression darkened instantly.

Before anyone could react, Su Weichu turned to him like a drowning person clutching at driftwood.

“Lin Huaiyu, get the doctor. Now!”

For the first time in years, there was desperation in her voice.

Lin Huaiyu’s gaze flickered. He glanced at Su Hetong, instantly piecing together the situation. Without a word, he spun on his heel and disappeared through the door.

“Damn it!”

Su Hetong’s face twisted in fury.

Lin Huaiyu had ruined everything!

Moments later, doctors and nurses rushed in, tending to the Old Master.

Thankfully, it was not too late. The doctor prescribed rest and reassured them that the situation was stable.

Perhaps drained from the ordeal, the Old Master soon fell into an exhausted slumber.

By then, the room was empty except for Su Weichu and Lin Huaiyu.

“Where’s Su Hetong?”

“They left when no one was paying attention.”

Lin Huaiyu’s voice was calm, but his eyes carried an edge of coldness.

Su Weichu let out a long breath. She looked down at her grandfather, her lips pressing into a thin line.

Then she turned to Lin Huaiyu.

“…Thank you.”

Lin Huaiyu raised a brow, then smirked slightly.

“I prefer my gratitude in a more tangible form.”

Su Weichu knew exactly what he was implying and lowered her gaze.

“In that case, for the Far Ocean Project, Su Corporation will yield two percent more in profits.”

Lin Huaiyu’s smirk faded, his expression unreadable.

She would rather lose profits than owe him a personal favor.

His heart clenched.

“…Fine.”

He didn’t push further.

Su Weichu saw the flicker of pain in his eyes but pretended not to. She quickly changed the subject.

“You didn’t just come here for my grandfather, did you?”

Lin Huaiyu exhaled and leaned back against the wall, his gaze steady.

“Jiang Haojin asked me to check in on the Old Master.”

Su Weichu hesitated. She had nearly forgotten about that.

She could no longer tell him to leave.

And so, she ignored him, sat beside her grandfather’s bed, and focused on her work.

But not long after—

A sharp pain stabbed through her chest.

Her vision blurred.

The last thing she saw before the darkness swallowed her was Lin Huaiyu’s face twisting with alarm.

“Chuchu!”

He was at her side in an instant, catching her before she hit the ground.

His hands trembled as he held her unconscious body, his breath uneven.

Without hesitation, he grabbed his phone and called Jiang Haojin.

“Be at my apartment. Now.”