Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2378 - 2314: We Won’t Be Followed, Right?

Chiang Xiao found herself at a loss for words.

Once the paperwork for admission at the hospital was finished, Meng Chaojun got settled into a private room.

Old Meng took it upon himself to transport those precious vials of potion, oblivious to other details but certain that every single drop was invaluable and none could be wasted.

Settling back onto the bed in the hospital, Meng Chaojun sensed a noticeable boost in his energy.

"Little one, you said before that you required my assistance with a certain issue? Speak your mind."

Old Meng hadn't forgotten about it.

A wave of concern washed over him, not for any other reason, but because he pondered what challenge Chiang Xiao now faced that she couldn't manage alone and had to seek his aid.

He dreaded the possibility of failing to assist her, thus disappointing her.

Chiang Xiao replied, "It's nothing major, simply that my father has rejoined the Jiang Family, and I'll be accompanying him back there too, which means I need to update my name. Since my household registration is in Capital City now, Brother Xinian mentioned that Grandpa has connections in the registration office—could Grandpa lend a hand?"

Learning that this was the nature of the request, Old Meng let out a quiet breath of relief.

Ah, so it was only this minor issue; he'd feared it was far more serious.

True enough, he knew the folks handling such affairs well, frequently sharing tea, chess games, and tunes with Old Tang and their circle, making the task straightforward.

"Of course, that's no trouble at all."

Meng Chaojun inquired with curiosity, "So, what name are you thinking of adopting?"

It went without saying that whatever name she chose, it would undoubtedly be Chiang Xiao's call. Given her determined nature and the way Jiang Shiheng doted on her, who could possibly oppose her choice?

Chiang Xiao explained, "I'm only altering the family name, keeping the personal one the same."

"Jiang Xiao?"

Both Old Meng and Meng Chaojun echoed the name, chuckling as they said, "That's lovely—it retains that familiar, pleasing ring."

"I agree; switching to something entirely new would feel strange."

Old Meng rose to his feet and suggested, "How about we head over right away? We could wrap it up by this afternoon, sparing you another journey, especially since you've already skipped work today."

"But what about Dad staying here?"

Meng Chaojun responded promptly, "I'll be okay on my own; I'll rest a bit, and the nurses are around anyway."

After a brief pause, he continued, "I'll tuck these potion vials beneath the blanket to keep them safe from prying hands." Saying so, he bundled the bottles inside the bedding.

Chiang Xiao felt a mix of amusement and exasperation at the sight.

Those vials she'd handed over moments ago were diluted mostly with spring water.

She intended to supply him with the undiluted versions packed with more potion next time, though for the moment, these would help him adjust.

Exiting the room together, she gave a subtle gesture to Ding Haijing.

Ding Haijing trailed after them at a discreet distance.

Old Meng's confidence proved spot on; his rapport with the official overseeing registrations ensured the process moved swiftly once he introduced her.

At this era, renaming oneself didn't involve the endless red tape of future times.

Moreover, their connections smoothed the way.

Armed with the police documentation, she aimed to head to school the following day and revise her student files.

"Grandpa, why not return home with me for now? I'll mix up some potion for tomorrow, and then arrange for someone to drive you back."

With classes resuming tomorrow, she might not make it to the hospital for some time.

Old Meng nodded in agreement.

The moment they arrived home, Ding Haijing stepped inside right behind them.

Old Meng jumped in surprise.

"Who might you be?"

In an instant, he lifted his walking stick and positioned himself protectively before Chiang Xiao.

Earlier, he'd detected no sound of Ding Haijing's steps or any sign of a tail—yet here this stranger was, entering unannounced, startling him badly; he suspected ill intent from an intruder.

Ding Haijing found himself at a loss for words upon witnessing the old man's defensive posture.