142 Yellow Chrysanthemum
After breakfast the next day, Le Yao asked Shen Yi to drive her to Renci Hospital.
On the way, she stopped at a flower shop. Le Yao spent 200 yuan to buy a bouqet of yellow chrysanthemum.
Shen Yi looked at the yellow chrysanthemum and the corners of his mouth twitched. Was Miss Han going to visit him at the hospital or his grave?
When they arrived at the hospital, Le Yao asked Shen Yi to wait for her downstairs. Anyway, she wouldn’t stay for long. After all, she had nothing to say to them.
Renci Hospital was a private hospital. It was not big, but the fees were not cheap. The people it received were basically all rich people.
Le Yao carried her chrysanthemums to the orthopedics department, but when she entered the elevator, she suddenly saw a familiar figure outside. However, when she wanted to take a closer look, the elevator had already closed. She couldn’t help but touch her chin. Was it a coincidence?
The elevator soon stopped on the third floor.
Le Yao walked out and saw the sign of the orthopedics department. She quickly found Han Guosheng’s ward. It was a very luxurious single room with a living room.
Zhou Yunmeng, Han Xueqian, and Han Pengcheng were all there.
Han Pengcheng might have been traumatized by Le Yao’s slap last time, so when he saw her enter, he subconsciously took a step back.
“Dad, I wish you a speedy recovery.” Le Yao handed him the chrysanthemums.
Han Guosheng lay on the hospital bed and looked at the chrysanthemums. His originally ugly expression immediately turned even uglier.
“You don’t like it?” Le Yao frowned slightly. “Then should I change to white next time?”
“You...” Han Guosheng’s breathing quickened.
“Don’t be angry.” Zhou Yunmeng hurriedly helped Han Guosheng gently stroke his chest. “Your blood pressure is a little high...”
“Lan.” Han Xueqian’s expression darkened. “How can you bring chrysanthemums?”
“What’s wrong with chrysanthemums?” Le Yao’s eyes widened. “Chrysanthemums are gentlemen among flowers.”
“Chrysanthemums are only used when visiting graves. They represent sacrifices. Are you cursing Dad?” Han Xueqian sneered in her heart. Idiots were indeed idiots.
“Dad, are you angry because of this?” Le Yao looked at Han Guosheng knowingly.
Han Guosheng turned his head to the side. Why didn’t this annoying b*tch die?
“Why don’t you say it? It’s really scary to be uncultured.” Le Yao sighed and shook her head. “Other than paying tribute to our ancestors, chrysanthemum also means to soar. Don’t you know?”
The corners of Han Xueqian’s mouth twitched. No matter how many meanings there were, chrysanthemums were used when visiting graves. This was the common understanding of the public. It was useless even if it represented soaring because it was obvious that they were used to visit graves.
“Dad, you actually misunderstood me like this.” Le Yao sighed. “Forget it. Since you don’t want to see me, don’t call me. I’m too sad. I’m leaving.” Then, she took her chrysanthemums and turned to leave.
Everyone in the room were stunned.
When Le Yao left the ward, Han Guosheng reacted and hurriedly called out, “Lan, come back.” Then, he glanced at his wife and daughter. “Hurry up and chase after her.”
Han Xueqian was the first to rush out and pull Le Yao back. “Lan, Dad still has something to tell you.”
“That’s right. Don’t be so anxious.” Zhou Yunmeng also ran out. “We’re family. Let’s talk nicely.”
“There’s nothing to say.” Le Yao pushed the two of them away. “Let’s meet less in the future...” However, before she could finish speaking, she felt a pain at the back of her head and lost consciousness.
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