Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

The driver took Xia Tingwan to the sanatorium.

The corridor was quiet, and Xia Tingwan could hear her own footsteps.

Xia Ziqiang was sleeping; only Xia Rou and Cao Shangzheng were in the room.

When the door was pushed open, Xia Rou was sitting on Cao Shangzheng's lap, and the two of them were making kissing noises.

When Xia Tingwan came in, the two of them were startled.

Xia Rou hurriedly jumped off Cao Shangzheng's lap.

Because she was wearing high heels, she lost her balance, stumbled a couple of steps, and almost fell to the ground.

Cao Shangzheng also stood up abruptly, his face flushed, with Xia Rou's lipstick still on his lips.

He explained awkwardly, "Sister, our relationship is already settled. We'll all be family sooner or later."

Xia Tingwan nodded and said, "I know. Leave this to me."

"You can find somewhere to go on your date and come back later."

Seeing that Xia Tingwan didn't intend to make things difficult, Cao Shangzheng breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Xia Rou out.

Xia Tingwan closed the door, stood by the window, and watched the two walk into the garden.

Gu Qingyin likes flowers.

Xia Wenshan's favorite person was Gu Qingyin, so by extension, he also liked flowers.

My house is full of flowers and plants.

As a result, Xia Ziqiang also developed a liking for flowers, feeling that they could indeed bring joy.

Moreover, he hoped that the vibrant life force of flowers and plants would bring him good luck.

At this moment, in the garden outside, countless flowers are vying for attention.

Xia Rou and Cao Xiangzheng were enjoying a romantic moment under the flowers and moon here.

Xia Tingwan withdrew her gaze, turned around, and walked to the bedside.

The old man's breathing was shallow, and with each breath, a thin mist would rise inside his mask and then slowly dissipate.

She reached out and kept pushing his shoulder.

Xia Ziqiang slowly woke up, removed the ventilator mask, and opened his eyes.

He has a heart condition; every time he wakes up, his heartbeat suddenly accelerates and it takes a while to calm down.

If you are woken up by someone instead of waking up naturally, the symptoms will be more pronounced.

After a while, the dark spots in Xia Ziqiang's eyes gradually faded away.

Only then did he reach out and press the button by the bed.

The upper part of the bed was raised, supporting him as he sat up.

He initially thought it was Xia Xueyi and was about to lose his temper.

Upon seeing that it was Xia Tingwan, his expression softened.

He liked his granddaughter very much; she was well-behaved and sensible.

"Girl, what's up, calling me so late?"

"Did you have a fight with your dad?"

Xia Tingwan did not speak.

He grabbed Xia Tingwan's hand: "Girl, why aren't you saying anything?"

An old, withered hand glided across young, delicate skin.

Xia Tingwan looked at him with a complicated expression.

One can actually see the father's shadow in his son.

This old man, like Xia Wenshan, is a cruel and cold-hearted person.

He started doing this when he was young.

The security situation was not as good as it is now back then.

The campaign against organized crime has not yet begun.

The old man kept countless black chess pieces in his hands, stained with the blood of countless people.

After getting old, I lived in a nursing home, far away from troubles, and only then did I find a little bit of warmth.

It's often said that grandparents and grandchildren have a special bond.

This was particularly evident in Xia Ziqiang's case.

In his view, his eldest son was heartless and ungrateful, and his second son was mentally challenged and physically weak.

None of them are as clever and lively as their three granddaughters, who are more endearing.

He especially liked Xia Tingwan.

A large part of that warmth was given to her.

Xia Tingwan sighed and silently said sorry in her heart.

Then he said, "Grandpa, Dad is dead."

"The Xia family may be doomed."

The atmosphere in the garden was enchanting, and the two were discussing where to go on their date later.

After agreeing to go to the movies together, Cao Shangzheng couldn't resist kissing Xia Rou's lips again.

Xia Rou pressed herself against him, feigning reluctance.

She put her hands on his shoulders.

Suddenly, a gasp came from the ward.

Cao Shangzheng released Xia Rou and ran towards the ward.

Xia Rou followed behind, lifting her skirt.

As soon as he rushed in, he saw Xia Ziqiang spit out another mouthful of blood.

The blood spread across the white blanket, like a flower slowly blooming.

His mouth was open, as if he wanted to say something, but only a muffled gurgling sound came from his throat.

He then fell into a coma.

Xia Tingwan had already pressed the call button by the bedside.

Doctors and caregivers rushed to the scene and rushed the old man to the ICU for emergency treatment.

A doctor performed CPR on him while riding on a trolley.

The situation was clearly very critical.

Xia Tingwan stood there motionless, her expression one of utter shock.

Cao Shangzheng couldn't help but comfort her, "Sister, Grandpa is old and his health isn't good, there's nothing we can do about it."

Xia Tingwan seemed to only then come to her senses and said to Cao Shangzheng, "Thank you for your comfort."

"Brother-in-law, I have to hurry and find Second Uncle. I'm leaving this to you."

Although the plan to see a movie was canceled, Xia Tingwan's tone clearly indicated that she approved of him.

Cao Shangzheng was secretly delighted, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

He quickly realized that this was not the right time to make that expression.

So he coughed twice, suppressing his laughter, and said, "It's alright, sis. Leave this to me and Xiaorou. You go ahead."

When Xia Tingwan found Xia Xueyi, he had just returned to the Xia family home.

The hall was brightly lit, and Xia Xueyi paced back and forth like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

Seeing Xia Tingwan return, he perked up slightly: "Tingwan, how's the old man doing? Have you managed to calm him down?"

Just as Xia Tingwan was about to speak, Xia Xueyi picked up the tea that had gone cold from the table and took a sip.

Then he waved his hand and said, "Never mind, there are more important things to do right now. Can you give me some advice?"

Xia Tingwan asked in surprise, "Second Uncle, what's troubling you so much?"

"More important than Grandpa's affairs?"

Xia Xueyi slammed his fist on the table in anger, nearly causing the Ming Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup, which Xia Wenshan often used, to jump off the table.

"Tongda Shipping has seized our goods."

The Xia family also has many legitimate businesses on the surface.

Tongda Shipping is efficient and offers reasonable prices.

Moreover, when expanding their business a few years ago, they proactively approached the Xia family and made price concessions.

Therefore, the Xia family has a lot of in-depth cooperation with them.

There were no problems during that time.

But today, several ships carrying cargo have been detained.

All of them are high-priced goods.

Xia Xueyi called to question them, and they said that the final payment hadn't been settled, so they wouldn't ship the goods.

Xia Xueyi was furious and accused them of lacking a sense of contractual obligation.

The contract stipulated that the Xia family would pay part of the shipping cost first, and the final payment would be made upon arrival of the goods.

But they insisted that they were worried the Xia family was facing some kind of crisis, which was why they weren't paying the final installment.

They seized the goods in the course of exercising their right of defense of insecurity.

The means were legitimate.

If the Xia family has any objections, then we'll see them in court.

Xia Xueyi consulted the AI ​​and found that Tongda Shipping does indeed have this right.

He was so anxious that several blisters appeared on his lips, and they burned with pain.

Xia Xueyi called the person in charge at Xia's Group and asked them to make the payment first.

Upon learning of Xia Wenshan's death, the other side was in complete chaos.

The Xia family now only has one sickly son, Xia Xueyi, and one nearing the end of his life, Xia Ziqiang.

The group is leaderless.

Those people had no time to care about him anymore; they were all busy forming cliques and fighting for power.

Whoever holds real power can decide to allocate this money.

In other words, the money cannot be paid out until they have determined a winner.

Xia Xueyi made several more calls, but either no one answered or the callers gave him a few perfunctory replies and hung up.

He angrily slammed his phone down, grabbed Xia Tingwan's arm, and asked urgently, "Girl, you've seen how bad the situation is. Think of something quickly!"

Xia Tingwan thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll be frank. Grandpa has a heart condition and can hardly leave the nursing home."

"Second Uncle, you don't manage family affairs well enough, and you lack prestige to keep these people in check."

"The internal strife is just the beginning. Once the Ning and Yu families realize what's happening and start making their moves, that will be the real trouble."

Xia Xueyi then remembered that the two families had long been clenching their fists and had even brought their younger relatives who were studying in other places back to the capital.

The fist wasn't thrown because Xia Wenshan moved so quickly that they weren't confident.

He was in a great hurry, but he was a little too hasty.

This is the real crisis.

Xia Xueyi felt dizzy and drank a few mouthfuls of water before he could calm down: "Tingwan, I understand what you're saying."

"But what should we do?"

Xia Tingwan asked, "Second Uncle, if Grandpa were in good health, could he keep things under control?"

Xia Xueyi said, "Of course, no problem."

He was stunned: "You mean, give the old man a heart transplant?"