Later that day, Lu Ting and Lu Ran came to visit Yue Ning.
The faint scent of lilies filled the hospital room, mingling with the sterile smell of disinfectant. Sunlight filtered through the curtain blinds, painting golden stripes across the white sheets.
When the door opened, two figures stepped in. Lu Ting was elegant as always in a pale blue silk blouse, her pearl earrings glimmering softly. Beside her stood Lu Ran, tall and steady, and his sharp eyes carried a quiet composure.
Huo Feng rose from his seat beside the bed. His dark suit was perfect, his posture composed and his lips pressed into a thin line. Though his tone was polite, there was a cool edge beneath it—the kind that came naturally to a man used to command.
"Madam Lu. Second Young Master."
Lu Ting's lips curved faintly. "President Huo," she greeted, her tone graceful, elegant and yet warm. "You've done well. Thank you for staying by Xiao Ning's side. You're family; there's no need to be so formal with me."
