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Chapter 178 The Drama Grandfather

Mr. Meng became interested and waved his hand at his old friend, "How old are you?"

Meng Qingyi smiled and said, "One year younger than me."

The old man nodded, "The age is appropriate."

Although Meng Zhiyi is a generation older than Meng Qingyi, he is the old man's late-born son, only five years older than Meng Qingyi.

Meng Qingyi smiled and nodded, "Grandpa, do you think we should arrange for them to meet?"

"One is in Jing City and the other is in Nan City. Isn't that a bit far?"

"That's not a problem."

"Director Zhou's niece happens to be attending an exchange meeting at Nanshi Hospital these two days. If uncle agrees, can you arrange for them to meet?" Meng Qingyi curled the corners of her lips.

The old man narrowed his eyes and raised his voice, "Why does he disagree? He's already old, and he still hasn't found a partner. Does he want to go to heaven?"

"Go ahead and contact them. If he dares not go, I'll break his legs."

"Okay, Grandpa."

"I'll talk to Director Zhou."

"Bye grandpa."

Meng Qingyi hung up the phone with a smile, and she finally felt relieved.

After Meng Qingyi hung up the phone with the old man, she told Director Zhou to ask his niece when she was free so that they could arrange a meeting.

Not long after Meng Qingyi sent the message, Director Zhou replied, saying that his niece would be free the day after tomorrow evening.

Meng Qingyi told the old man the news. The old man had already given up the chess game and hurried home to arrange a meeting place for the day after tomorrow.

After the old man arranged the location, he narrowed his eyes and asked the housekeeper to call Meng Zhiyi, saying that he was sick and asked him to go home in the evening.

When Meng Zhiyi received the call, he frowned and didn't believe it at all. This was not the first or second time his father had used this excuse to trick him into going home.

Seeing that Meng Zhiyi didn't quite believe it, the butler asked, "Master, the young master doesn't seem to believe it?"

"I'm afraid he won't come back?"

The old man frowned, "He dares."

The old man paused and said, "Forget it, call Zhihua and ask her to ask Meng Zhiyi to come back to visit the patient."

The Meng family's old house is some distance away from the city. Meng Zhihua usually lives in a community in the city not far from the hospital. He only goes home to see his old man when he is resting.

The housekeeper called Meng Zhihua's cell phone. The old man picked up the phone and pretended to cough weakly, "Zhihua."

"Dad, are you sick?" Meng Zhihua had just finished surgery and was preparing to return to the office.

The old man covered his mouth and coughed twice, "I feel a little dizzy, I'm afraid I'm sick."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to see you for the last time."

I have to say that the old man is really a reincarnated acting master, his acting was so lifelike.

Meng Zhihua frowned, "What nonsense is Dad talking about?"

"I hear your voice is still strong."

The old man narrowed his eyes and coughed even harder. "You and Zhiyi should come back to see me in the evening. I left early, and I raised you two siblings by myself. I don't want to miss the last time I see you."

Meng Zhihua pinched her eyebrows. Her father has been using this trick for more than 30 years and he still doesn't get tired of it.

Whenever her father wanted to arrange a blind date for Meng Zhiyi, he would use this trick. Besides, he knew that if he said anything directly to Meng Zhiyi, he would definitely see through it, so he would always drag her into this drama.

"understood."

"I'll call Zhiyi."

The old man was satisfied and stopped pretending, "Then you guys should come back early."

After Meng Zhihua hung up the phone with the old man, he did not forget to call Meng Zhiyi.

More than ten seconds later, Meng Zhiyi answered the phone, "Sister."

"Let's go home together tonight to see Dad." "He is sick."

Meng Zhiyi was in a meeting and had to stop it. He pursed his lips and said, "Dad is healthier than me. Is he sick?"

Meng Zhihua responded calmly, "Yes."

"We haven't seen each other for a long time anyway, so let's just go home and have a meal with dad."

Meng Zhiyi tapped the conference table with his fingers, his face calm, "Got it."

Their mother died when he was very young, so naturally Meng Zhihua, the eldest sister, took on the responsibility of taking care of her younger brother. The two had a very good relationship. When Meng Zhihua married and moved to Beijing, Meng Zhiyi was extremely reluctant, but Meng Zhihua insisted on getting married, so he could only bless her.

Therefore, Meng Zhiyi has always listened to Meng Zhihua since he was a child. In Meng Zhiyi's eyes, Meng Zhihua has more face than the old man.

After the deal was made, the two of them went back to their respective work.

When it was time to get off work, Meng Zhiyi went to the hospital, picked up Meng Zhihua, and returned to the Meng family's old house.

Meng Family Old House
Before Meng Zhiyi's car came to a complete stop, the housekeeper rushed out.

"Miss, Master."

"Oh no."

"The master is coughing up blood." The butler looked anxious, as if it was real.

But Meng Zhiyi didn't fall for it. Is he trying a new trick now? Is he tired of the old one?
Meng Zhihua got out of the car and said, "I'll go take a look."

Meng Zhiyi got out of the car slowly and followed behind leisurely.

As soon as the housekeeper pushed open the old man's bedroom door, he heard a violent cough.

Meng Zhihua walked in, "Dad, how are you?"

The old man leaned against the head of the bed, his face pale, with a pool of blood on the tissue in his hand.

"I'm afraid I won't live long." The old man coughed a few more times.

Meng Zhihua looked at the old man and frowned, "Go to the hospital."

The old man raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head, "I'm not going to the hospital."

"I'm a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, why should I go to a Western hospital?"

Meng Zhihua curled his lips, "So you just want to lie on the bed like this?"

The old man pouted, "Just let me go find your mother."

"Wait a minute, old lady. I'll be down with you soon."

"Just don't blame me for not letting our son get married."

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I really can't control this kid." The old man squeezed out a tear when he talked about his sad feelings.

Meng Zhiyi stood at the door, watching the farce in front of him.

Meng Zhihua approached the old man and whispered, "The show is over."

The old man frowned and cried, "Hey, old woman, you are the one I feel most sorry for in my life."

"I raised the son you worked so hard to give birth to in a cold way. His father was dying of illness, but he still acted as if he didn't care."

The old man's crying performance did not move Meng Zhiyi, but moved the housekeeper. The housekeeper wiped his tears and said, "Master, please stop saying that."

"Madam would also be angry if she knew you blamed yourself like this."

"Uncle Zhang, when I die, bury me next to me."

The old man wanted to continue acting, but Meng Zhiyi curled his lips and said, "That's enough."

"If your acting is so bad, don't act anymore."

"Your blood clot is exposed." Meng Zhiyi said, pointing at the blood clot on the old man's bed.

The old man's eyes widened and he hurriedly stuffed it back.