"She is an adult and must pay the price for her mistakes." Jiang Manling smiled faintly, appropriately and elegantly.

Wen Zhan raised his hand to reject the red wine she handed him and remained silent.

Jiang Manling put the glass of red wine back to the side, as if she wasn't embarrassed by it. "But she is still a member of the Jiang family, so I hope President Wen can give her a chance to remedy and apologize as he pleads with you."

"Since you've spoken, I'll see what she does." Wen Zhan put both of his hands in his pockets and strode away.

Jiang Manling stared at his back, unwillingly clenched her glass cup, took a deep breath, and adjusted her smile as she returned to the private room.

"Where's Wen Zhan?" Jiang Manyao stood up eagerly, her eyes looking behind her, but she was disappointed.

Everyone in the private room suppressed their laughter and pretended to be calm while chatting about other things. Jiang Man Ling knitted her eyebrows and said coldly, "Manyao, if you have anything to say, go back and say it."

Jiang Manyao didn't have the mood to continue eating this meal. She fiddled with her mobile phone and all sorts of criticisms, causing her to leave early.

On the way back, the two sisters had gloomy expressions on each other's faces. They were so silent that even the driver could not help but straighten his back and wished to leave earlier.

Jiang Manyao threw her handbag to the ground angrily, her high heels crackling.

"What is this?" Closing the door, Jiang Manling held her arm and watched her continue to sprinkle. "Don't you understand how to maintain a proper image in public?"

Jiang Manyao took off her earrings and threw them to the side, her eyes flashing with self-mockery, saying, "Do I still need to act like that? Isn't it enough for the Jiang family to have an older sister?"

The perfect successor of the Jiang family, regardless of experience, appearance, or behavior, could not pick out any mistakes.

Ever since she was young, Jiang Manling had been held in her hands like the apple of her eye, and Jiang Manyao was the shadow that lived beneath her feet, not being noticed at all.

"Manyao, what are you saying?" Jiang Man Ling gently walked to her side and held her hand. She said softly, "You are my sister, so I naturally hope that you can live well. I can see your feelings for Wen Zhan, but he obviously hates you. It will only backfire if he pursues you closely. I only advised you for your own sake."

Speaking of Wen Zhan, Jiang Manyao lowered her head in a slightly wronged manner. After pulling her head back twice, she did not break free. She simply complained, "How can that bitch be better than me!"

Jiang Manling knew that the bitch she was talking about was Wu Yang.

"Wen Zhan is confused by her. The more you go against Wu Yang, the more disgusted Wen Zhan will be. At that time, there will be no room for recovery. Don't you want to marry Wen Zhan?" When Jiang Manling said this, an undetectable scheme flashed through her eyes.

Hope flashed in Jiang Manyao's eyes as she hurriedly nodded.

As long as she could marry Wen Zhan, she could do anything!

"Do you really have a way?" Jiang Manyao knew that her sister was smart and trusted her completely.

After whispering a few words in a low voice, Jiang Manyao's expression changed slightly. After resisting for a while, she reluctantly nodded and agreed.

Jiang Manling smiled with satisfaction, touched her head and said, "Be good, believe me, Wen Zhan and Wu Yang will break up."

Wu Yang dragged his exhausted body back out of the rental room, only to see Yan Lang lying on the sofa eating potato chips. He threw his slippers over and caught them accurately. "Wow, Sister Yang wants to murder her husband."

"Darling, you big-headed ghost." Wu Yang scoffed and watched him jerk his slippers back, too lazy to bother.

There were several serious cases in the hospital emergency room in the afternoon. After the operation, she felt her hands tremble so much that she could not pick up anything.

"Didn't you move away?" Wu Yang was lying on the sofa while Yan Lang rubbed her temples with his dog legs.

Yan Lang smiled brightly as she pressed down on her acupoints to relax for her, but her mouth was bitter as she said, "Perhaps it's a habit. I came back to you after work. This place is very far from my home, so I can only stay overnight."

"Sister Yang won't ruthlessly kick me out, right? I can cook and massage. It's very useful!" Yan Lang said with a disrespectful expression, "If you need to warm the bed, I can do it."

Wu Yang scratched his ears and angrily raised his leg to punish Yan Lang's face, saying, "Shut up."

"I'll call a taxi for you and go back after cooking." Wu Yang fiddled with his phone, but Yan Lang did not refuse. Instead, he mumbled, "Yang Bailao."

Didi di di di, the password lock was opened. Wen Zhan saw the intimate and ambiguous two people as soon as he entered the door. He was furious.

"This isn't a shelter. Get lost!" Wu Yang jumped up in anger.

Were the two men negotiated? She will remove the door tomorrow and replace it with two iron locks to see who can enter!

"I packed your favorite stewed beef belly with tomatoes. Eat it while it's hot." Wen Zhan placed the packing bag on the dining table and picked up the snack rubbish on the floor with ease, looking like a virtuous "family cook".

The air was filled with fragrance, and Wu Yang's stomach growled in disappointment.

Yan Lang lowered his head and secretly clenched his fists. However, in the next second, he squeezed out a smile and ran over to open the packing bag. He said, "Sister Yang is not hungry, I will help you …"

"Eat your instant noodles!"

In front of the food, Wu Yang had no choice but to lower his head and kick Yan Lang away, picking up the beef belly and placing it in his mouth.

The familiar smell melted into Wu Yang's mouth without chewing, and his broken hair fell down to cover his eyes.

"The patient in the ICU with respiratory failure today will have to try other methods tomorrow. We can't rely too much on the apparatus. If the kidney fails, we need to inform the family to prepare for the aftermath." Yan Lang took the initiative to speak and said vaguely.

Wu Yang nodded as if he was going to bury his head in a bowl. "I'll increase the dosage tomorrow and see if I can control it."

"He was originally too old. His body's tolerance, drug resistance and adaptability were not as good as those of a young man. You still need to be careful not to have an accident. The son of that family looks unreasonable and you will be wronged." Yan Lang shook his head to stop him, not wanting Wu Yang to take a risk.

She was the subject of much discussion in the hospital, gossip, and hostility from patients who did not know the truth.

At this time, any additional complications would cause a huge uproar.

There was even an incident of injuries caused by a doctor a while ago, which was also the reason why Yan Lang was transferred here.

"Don't worry, I know. Let me see your report later. A few statistics" Wu Yang said as he started to talk to Yan Lang.

Wen Zhan frowned as he watched Yan Lang raise his eyebrows in provocation and smirk at him, anger burning in his heart.

Was he going to ask a medical professor to help him? Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to understand their conversation, as if he was being excluded from the outside world. This kind of feeling was extremely terrible.