In the inpatient department of a private hospital, Murong Jing and Xin Mei were waiting anxiously outside the operating room.

The red light outside the operating room was always on, and the red light stung his eyes.

It has been five hours since Murong Fude went into shock at seven o'clock this morning when he was eating breakfast, and the whole family rushed him to the hospital.

Five hours was very difficult for Murong Jing, and he felt that these five hours were as long as a century.

Xin Mei was so nervous that her palms were full of sweat, and Murong Jing looked at her nervous mother and gently stroked the back of her hand with her hand.

"Don't worry." Murong Jing spoke softly.

In fact, Murong Jing already had a way to deal with it in his heart.

If Murong Fude hadn't died today, then his body would definitely have become bad because of this incident, and he would have had a chance to do it again at that time.

If Murong Fude died here today, then he didn't have to worry anymore, he and his mother could breathe a sigh of relief.

The owner of the Murong Group is still him, no one comes to rob him of the Murong family's property anymore, and the accident eight years ago can also be settled.

He and his mother no longer have to worry about living in fear.

Thinking of this, the corners of Murong Jing's mouth curved, and he smiled a little secretly, while Xin Mei saw Murong Jing's smile, and the uneasiness in her heart dissipated a lot.

Finally, after five hours of waiting, the red light in the operating room finally went out.

Xin Mei's eyes were a little impatient, she wanted to know whether Murong Fude was dead or alive.

But the doctors stopped them, pushed the bed out of the operating room, and directly pushed Murong Fu into a ward next to the operating room.

Murong Jing's eyes flashed, and he followed quietly.

In the quiet room, there is only the sound of electronic equipment.

Murong Jing looked at the man on the bed, and his heartbeat was a little uncontrollable and beating rapidly.

The nurses who assisted walked out one after another, and only the chief surgeon and Murong Jing were left in the room, and then Xin Mei slowly followed.

"I'm sorry, we've done our best, please don't be sad, the family can say goodbye to the deceased in the hospital." The chief surgeon said helplessly, and then walked out of the ward as if to make room for them to have a private space.

"Jing'er, what should I do now?" Xin Mei was completely panicked, Murong Fude had severe nut allergy symptoms in his early years, and only a few people knew about it.

If Murong Jing hadn't told her to add nut powder to Murong Fude's black tea, Murong Fude wouldn't have died like this.

"Shhhh Murong Jing shook his head at his mother.

The hospital itself is crowded, and there may be a camera recorder or something in this room...... It's not good to be heard.

Looking at the man whose head was covered with a white cloth, Murong Jing's eyes darkened slightly.

If it weren't for the fact that the paper couldn't hold the fire, he wouldn't have made this decision.

If it weren't for the fact that someone had told Murong Fude that he was not Murong Fude's biological son, he might still be able to be filial to Murong Fude's fake father and son, until Murong Fude was sent to the grave, this matter would not be exposed.

But who made Murong Fude believe that piece of paper so much.

No, maybe not because Murong Fude believed in that report, but because Murong Fude never trusted him, his "biological son".

Murong Fude was extremely alienated from him and his mother in his early years, and only treated his little daughter to heaven.

Therefore, he and his mother have no feelings for Murong Fude himself, and dying a Murong Fude can keep his and his mother's positions, and it is a good deal.

Just like dealing with Murong Dai at that time, as long as you start, you can keep your current status, why not.

"Click." Caught off guard, Murong Jing suddenly remembered the sound of the camera behind him.

Murong Jing and Xin Mei looked at each other for a moment, and then Murong Jing opened the door of the ward.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Murong, I let him run in after stopping him for a long time." The security guard dragged a reporter and tried to pull him out of the corridor, but saw that the reporter was still taking pictures vigorously.

"May I ask if it's too coincidental that your father is dead!" Even if this reporter was pulled out, he still had to turn around and ask Murong Jing.

But Murong Jing didn't answer, just stared at him with cold eyes.

I didn't expect these reporters to act so quickly, Murong Jing began to worry, he was not ready to face reporters directly.

Seeing that there were more and more reporters outside the VIP ward, and the voices were getting louder and louder, Xin Mei was afraid to look out of the door, and her body trembled.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't say it, no one will know." Murong Jing whispered softly in Xin Mei's ear, and Xin Mei calmed down a little.

"I'll take care of the rest." After settling Xin Mei, Murong Jing pulled his mother into the ward next door, locked the door of the ward, and then walked out.

Outside the corridor of the VIP ward, the reporter saw Murong Jing walking out and aimed his long guns and short cannons at him.

These reporters are not vegetarians, as soon as they heard that Murong Fude was sent to the hospital, they all went out, almost every TV station sent one or two reporters to the hospital to squat, and even a few TV stations had already started live broadcasting, just waiting for Murong Jing to appear.

Outside the ward, there was a crowd of reporters who smelled meat, thinking that they could get an exclusive report and make headlines the next day.

Murong Jing rubbed his eyes fiercely before walking out of the door, creating the illusion of crying, and then brushed his meticulously combed back with his hands, making it look a little messy, creating the illusion that he was a little decadent.

In this way, he hung his head and slowly walked in front of the reporters with tears in his eyes.

The spotlight struck, and the reporters were crazy and crowded around him, the flow of people was huge, and the security guards were also very difficult, and finally the surging crowd of reporters was stopped by the security guards.

Murong Jing who is now in front of reporters is not as sharp as his usual class, now he is just the eldest son who is sad after losing his father, and his face looks so haggard.

His somewhat pale lips opened, and the broken words fell.

"Journalist friends, I am really relieved to be here today, but unfortunately, my father was unwell this morning due to health reasons and was taken to the hospital...... Ben Xian went to ......"

Murong Jing's expression was a little bleak, as if he was really sad and painful about his father's death.

When the reporters saw such a scene, they took pictures of his expression at the moment, and the cameras focused on him, transmitting the live broadcast directly to thousands of households.

Murong Jing looked very painful in the camera and video camera, his messy hair and clothes, and his red and swollen eyes that had cried instantly provided a hint of credibility to his words.

When the reporters saw this scene, they seemed to sympathize with him, and the spotlight was reduced for a moment, and the hospital was no longer as bright as day as it was at the beginning.

"Thank you, I think it's important for me to confide in you right now." Murong Jing opened his mouth bitterly, as if he was remembering his father.

"My father is the best father in the world, even if you listen to anyone's gossip and think that he is not good to me, it is because of his strict requirements for me, which is a manifestation of love, so in my mind, he will always be the person I respect the most."

"He is an excellent man, he started from scratch 30 years ago and created the Morris Group into the first-class company it is today, even if he is gone, I will take the Morris Group to a higher height."

In the end, Murong Jing looked at the camera deeply, and his tone was pathetic: "My father will live in my heart for the rest of his life." ”

"Even if my father is gone, I will take care of my mother and take care of the Murong Group, I will cheer up and I will not fall into sadness."

Murong Jing bowed to the reporters and cameras, but he was thinking about whether there was a mistake in his performance and how he would write about himself in the newspaper tomorrow.

After all, this kind of big event will definitely be commented and reported by many media.

Fortunately, Murong Fude himself was old, so that there was no evidence left in this matter.

Next, it's time to deal with Lin Bangyue, he must not let her continue to wander in front of the public eye with the secret of eight years ago.

The reporters held their cameras and took the last photo, and the magnesium lights rang violently for a while, and then stopped with Murong Jing's departure.

Until everything is back to business at the end.

Mu house, inside the dark living room.

Lin Wanyue looked at Murong Jing on the live broadcast on TV, and her expression was a little sarcastic: "It's a person who can act, did I underestimate him before?" ”

"Being able to sit in the position of the president of the Murong family cannot be underestimated, madam, you have to watch out for him." Shi Hu rubbed Lin Wanyue's shoulder while responding to her words.

Under the darkness, Shi Hu's expression was different from usual, and his eyes were full of longing for Lin Bangyue that could not be hidden.

"It's just that I'm curious about how his father could say that he would die." Lin Wanyue looked at Murong Jing's face on the TV, and had some doubts in her heart.

Shi Hu still spoke slowly: "Madam should know this kind of thing very well, and sometimes others will not catch the evidence of murder." ”

The corners of Lin Bangyue's mouth pulled down, feeling a little bored, so she reached out and turned off the TV.

Being able to handle this matter so perfectly is not at all like Murong Jing's usual performance, which makes Lin Wanyue feel a little worried in her heart.

"I hope that Murong Dai's matter will settle forever."

The only thing that Lin Wanyue needed to worry about was solved, and her mood couldn't help but improve.

Shi Hu's face was a little hesitant, and finally he spoke: "Then the matter in the warehouse before, do you want to continue to investigate." ”

"Absolutely." Lin Bangyue's tone was a little categorical: "It is indispensable to guard against people, since there are people behind the investigation, then I don't mind fighting them in secret." ”