Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2586: 2522: Can't Walk Into the Trap

“Should we send your dad back to the hospital?” Witnessing Meng Chaojun in this state, Old Meng felt profound worry.

The previous uproar had been massive, prompting Meng Sheng and his family of three to hurry outside too, yet amid Meng Xinian’s heated dispute with his father over old grievances, they remained too afraid to speak up.

Now, with Meng Chaojun appearing like this, all they could do was watch anxiously.

Chiang Xiao eyed Meng Chaojun, shook her head, and replied, “No need for now; let’s monitor the situation first.”

With a sigh, she added, “Grandpa, Brother Xinian was right about some points earlier. Nian Che surely hasn’t abandoned his schemes; there’s likely another scheme brewing, making home safer than the hospital.”

Pausing briefly, she went on, “Besides, with Dad now aware of the oddities in those past events, I fear he might rush to confront Nian Che directly once he learns more. That would just be walking right into the trap. Better to stay put at home. Keep a sharp eye on him, Grandpa, and ensure he doesn’t step out.”

Turning to Meng Sheng, she said, “Brother Meng Sheng, I’m counting on you going forward. Watch him closely and prevent any departures.”

Meng Sheng nodded firmly. “Got it. I’ll watch him like a hawk.”

Old Meng recognized Chiang Xiao’s logic rang true, though bitterness tugged at him, he responded with a heavy tone.

Grasping Chiang Xiao’s hand, he asked, “Tell me, what’s really happening between these two…?”

Chiang Xiao found herself at a loss for words.

Without Meng Chaojun’s illness, she might have sided openly with Tyrant Meng, fearing the shock could overwhelm him fatally otherwise.

Meng Chaojun’s choices back then had been seriously misguided; a touch more caution or wisdom, a sliver more trust in Nian Cheng, and things wouldn’t have ended so badly.

Right after Nian Cheng’s passing, he’d fallen under Duan Qingqing’s sway, starting a romance without regard for Meng Xinian’s emotions, bringing her home far too soon.

Blind to Duan Qingqing’s real nature, he let young Tyrant Meng suffer her bullying and false charges, while offering no trust or solace from Meng Chaojun himself. No wonder resentment built up.

Meng Chaojun had overstepped further by ignoring Meng Xinian’s clear dislike for Duan Qingqing, continuing their intimate displays—often overly so—right in front of his son even then.

Chiang Xiao had spotted this upon arriving at the Meng Family, noting the dynamic between Duan Qingqing and Meng Chaojun.

Admittedly, Duan Qingqing might have orchestrated much of it to rile Meng Xinian, but Meng Chaojun went along without pushback.

Thus, it was no surprise Meng Xinian harbored deep-seated grudge and fury toward his father now.

Tonight’s outburst had been inevitable.

Yet as father and son bound by blood, what did this eruption achieve? It only left Meng Chaojun infuriated into illness, requiring Potion in the end.

Chiang Xiao gently patted Old Meng’s hand, signaling no need for concern.

She noted Meng Chaojun’s face had visibly brightened; they’d passed the crisis.

Meng Xinian rose, clenched his fist to shatter the empty bottle, and flung it casually—straight into the trash bin without a glance.

“Brother Xinian.” Chiang Xiao approached and took his hand.

Words escaped her now; all she could give was this quiet support.