“It wasn’t him who struck me. Rather, …” Yan Nan paused, looking at his frowning impatience before letting out a low sigh, “It’s Ms. Meng.”
Lan Yu Feng’s brows, all of a sudden, twisted tighter.
Thin lips, pursed tightly. He did not ask a single question, just staring at Yan Nan, waiting for him to continue.
“Miss Meng is in the hospital. I asked the nurse … said …”
“What is it?!” Lan Yu Feng drank impatiently.
“It’s insanity!”
“Essence, spirit, disorder?” Lan Yu Feng stuttered, his eyes red as he glared at Yan Nan, “Say that again!”
“You heard correctly, it is insanity.” Yan Nan repeated again, “I stood at the window and looked at her … just like, saw the lady of that year …”
Lan Yu Feng shook fiercely.
Zhuo Yunruo from back in the day?
Back then, when she was mentally deranged, it was Yan Nan who put her in the hospital.
A huge panic suddenly surged in the bottom of Lan Yu Feng’s heart, and with a raised hand, he ripped the covers away and started to leave. Yan Nan took a step forward in fear, “Sir, your leg is still not fully healed.”
“Get outta here!” He bellowed.
The eyes glared over towards Yan Nan, so icy cold that it sent shivers down one’s spine. How could Yan Nan dare to stop anymore?
“You wait.” He dropped such a sentence and pushed the wheelchair in the corner over. Lan Yu Feng sat on it and did not wait for Yan Nan to push, holding the wheels and going out. Yan Nan was uneasy and immediately followed.
In the hospital room, only Zige was left alone.
Suje had already gone back to work, while Ko Hangjun had gone out to buy dinner.
The twilight color with a fire-like red shone in through the window. Zige hugged herself and stared out the window in a daze. Is her little bean … okay?
Behind …
There was a grunt coming from her, and she snapped back to her senses.
The moment she turned her head, she froze, and in the next second, she turned away from it, her expression clear and cold.
It’s ridiculous.
I can’t believe … would have such a hallucination.
Is it because you hate him so much?
Her reaction caused Lan Yu Feng to shake hard. The hand resting on the wheelchair was squeezed tightly.
Ming …
The twilight shone in with a warmth. Yet he felt …
The piercing cold …
“Meng Zige …” Finally, the hard to speak, heart, but a sharp pain in the heart.
She, once again, stiffened.
Like snapping out of it this is not just an illusion at all, but … a real person.
She turned around, slowly, unhurriedly.
And then …
Lift your head and look at him.
“Are you guys in the wrong ward?”
There was none of the hysteria that was expected, and even less of the loud crying that was expected.
She just looked at him calmly, calmly asking questions. In her eyes, in her tone, there was no longer any fluctuation.
Like …
This person, is really just a stranger who doesn’t know each other anymore …
Once upon a time, the intimacy rubbed into the blood and bones was just like an illusion …
Tushin stayed late. “I want to talk to you.” His face was pale, his heart, as if it had been ripped to shreds by a pair of hands without mercy.
Didn’t they all say that his heart, a brick wall, never hurts?
But …
Who knows better than yourself how you really feel?
She smiled a little, her eyes fixed straight on him, “Sir, do we know each other?” Still, calm as if emotionless, shocking the two men on the spot fiercely.
Yan Nan’s jaw dropped as he looked at her, then at the gentleman at the side.
The atmosphere, somber.
All around, it was so depressing that it took your breath away.
In the end, Yan Nan just silently withdrew from the ward, leaving the space alone for the two.
Deep, dark eyes, fixed straight on her. The wave-less look in her eyes made him feel breathless.
This feeling, it’s hard.
Like, a fish floating on the shore … dying, struggling …
“You’re torturing yourself like this to get back at me?”
If yes, then … she succeeded …
Him, it hurts …
She laughed coldly, as if she had heard a great joke, “Who are you? Why would I want to get back at you?”
Being easily and seriously injured, five fingers, curled tight. He was finally unable to hold back, and with a probing hand, he ripped her to him.
Her whole body, light and weightless, pressed against the wound in his knee.
It hurts …
However, the warm scent hit his nose and instantly seemed to anesthetize his pain, forgetting it for the moment.
Her heat, pressed against him. The empty chest, for a moment, was inexplicably satisfied …
Is that what he wants?
Just, just need one of these close by …
“Meng Zige …” He raised his hand, ruffling her hair scattered around her cheeks. Her pale face and icy eyes made him inexplicably panicked, “If you still want to see the child, you’d better pull yourself together!”
“You’re afraid?” She just sat on his lap looking at him indifferently, not even struggling.
His large palm, frozen in her face.
“Afraid that I’ll be like Zhuo Yunruo back then, and be tortured by you into madness?” She snorted, with an icy mockery. In her heart, however, not even a single ripple remained.
For him, all the love, one torture and calculation at a time, withered into nothing …
A dead heart, naturally, does not float.
“Lan Yu Feng, are people like you also afraid of retribution?”
He stiffened, his large palm, sliding down her face, inch by inch …
Fingertips, gradually, lose temperature …
Cold and prickly.
He wants to say …
He’s not afraid of retribution …
I’m just afraid … that she, never again, will be the same …
“You have nothing to fear, your comeuppance is long overdue.” She smiled, her smile was bright and clear, but it looked all clear and cold. Even, with a few hints of resentment, “You don’t have a heart, so … you will definitely be alone for the rest of your life!”
You don’t have a heart, therefore, you must be alone for the rest of your life …
Lonely, Lifetime …
Eyes reddened as he stared at her, his lips, vaguely white.
Zhou Zhaosheng’s. The mouth of his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, leaving him breathless.
He has a heart … all the time, all the time …
Just …
And now he’s taken his heart and lost it …
Gave it to her to poke with a knife …
“Do you … really hate me that much?” It was as if he had exhausted all his strength before he finally found his voice. The large palm, grasping her slender arm, each finger, was stiff.
“Hate you?” She shook her head, “Of course not. I will never suffer myself for you again.”
Nothing but loss, still loss …
He found that he was actually guilty of hoping that she was at least a little bit resentful.
“I used you.” He opened his mouth, actually a little flustered.
“That’s me being stupid.”
“… I’m making your sister crazy.”
“…” She looked at him calmly.
“I put your dad in jail.”
“…” she said, her demeanor, growing calmer.
“And I took away the little bean …” The more he said, the more alarmed his heart became.
No grudge, no hate means … don’t care …
From the bottom of his heart, he resisted feeling this bad.
“Enough said?” But she was like an ice sculpture that could no longer be shaken.
Shi Shi stood up, hung her head, and looked at him expressionlessly, “You can leave. And … please, in the future, never appear in front of me again! I, don’t want to see you, even just a glance!”
His words, she returned in full.
Even, more than him … desperate …
Heart, throbbing. Suddenly unable to help himself, he clasped her hand and yanked so hard that he tore her down to her head.
She frowned, with obvious resistance, even disgust, at his touch.
But …
Without waiting for her to struggle, he cupped her face without a second thought.
Tilting his head back, his cool lips heaved over them with hurt and panic.
She, still, stiffened.
Such a scent … After all, it’s unforgettable …
But, okay …
She had forged a brick wall for herself that no one could break down.
He kissed her furiously, grinding heavily on her lips as if he were trying to draw out all her eagerness.
From start to finish, she never pushed him away, not even, not even a slight struggle. Just let him be wanton.
So does that mean, at least, that she doesn’t resent his kisses?
The heart trembles with emotion.
Subconsciously trying to deepen the kiss, he opened his eyes, only to be startled by her wave-free eyes.
Heart, suddenly tightening, his lips froze, unable to fall any further.
Only then did she back away some distance and stand up straight, her eyes scoffing, “You can be intoxicated by a kiss like this without any emotion? Lan Yu Feng, you’re so lame!”
He was shaken on the spot, chills rising even in his veins.
He’s being played!
At the moment, she has turned herself into a clown. Like a fool, in selling a sad monologue …
The door to the hospital room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
“Evening …,” Ke Hengjun’s hand, which had removed his sunglasses, stopped in the air. Before the word ‘gin’ could be uttered, the words took a turn, “Why are you here?”
Compared to the gentleness just now, at this moment, his tone was cold and hard as stone.
Itchy fingers.
It’s tempting to punch someone.
And right in front of him, there was a live target.
Preferences …
Instead, the living target just swept him away, while that chilling look made Ke Hengjun freeze.
This man, when he’s cold, is really a bit scary.
“What kind of food did you buy?” Zige walked over to Ke Hengjun’s side and took everything in his hand. Smiling gently, the icy coldness she had just shown him was cut off.
“It’s all to your liking.” Ko Hengjun’s eyes traveled back and forth between the two of them.
What to do? He still wants to punch someone.
Though, the look of a certain man’s despondency was, well, obvious.
“Then eat together.” Zige pulled him to sit on the sofa, set out the dishes one by one, and handed him chopsticks and a bowl.
The scene, cozy, harmonious.
And staying in a wheelchair, he just … became a transparent person …
No one, ever again, looked at him more than once …
The wheelchair, in the quiet gallery, cuts a pale sound.
From the time he left the hospital room until now, he never said a word. The silky light, dappled in his eyes, was a gloomy one.
Yan Nan followed timidly, not daring to ask a single question.
What is the situation?
Looks like Mr. really took a big hit this time …
Back in the hospital room, Lan Yu Feng laid down on the bed.
Eyes open, for a long time, all just staring quietly at the ceiling.
“Yan Nan.” Finally, he opened his mouth. Yan Nan didn’t dare to be slow, immediately responding respectfully, “Sir, what are your orders?”
“Call France and tell them to bring the baby back.”
Yan Nan was surprised and did not respond.
“Do as I say.” He turned his back and stopped talking.
“Yes, sir.” Yan Nan could not guess the intention, so he only nodded and retreated.
Only once that figure left, Zi Ge’s feasting action slowly froze. Stayed for two seconds, suddenly ran into the restroom in a hurry, lying on the toilet, a burst of vomiting.
Face pale.
The hand that gripped the toilet was white at the fingertips.
Why … can’t you stop the pain where your heart is?
“Ziggy!” The door to the restroom, was pushed open. Ke Hengjun looked at her worriedly, “Is everything okay?”