Late at night, with the white lights on in the ward, it was the first time Yu Siqing stepped into the ward. She didn't dare to see He Yunjian lying on the hospital bed, fearing that she would see the once warm man lying here lifeless, with transparent tubes inserted all over his body, and could only rely on medical treatment to maintain his life.
And tonight, Yu Siqing walked here like a puppet. She finally saw He Yunjian. The emotion under her eyelashes was unusually calm. Instead of the nurse, she carefully cleaned and wiped his body with a warm towel.
Then, she moved a chair and sat in front of the bed to trim his nails. His long and distinct fingers were really thin and exposed.
Come to think of it, lying in bed for more than a year, no one can stand such suffering.
The present He Yunjian has only a vague shadow of his former self between his eyebrows and eyes, but he is frighteningly thin and pale. The contours of his face no longer have clear and perfect lines. The skin color reflects the light as if it is directly attached to the bones, without a trace of blood.
Yu Siqing stared at him in a trance for a long time, then slowly reached out and hugged He Yunjian's cold body. Even with the fabric of her clothes between them, this distance made her feel unusually comfortable inside.
The world filled with malicious noises suddenly became quiet. She silently repeated He Yunjian's name several times, as if he could hear it in his sleep. Then she closed her eyes slightly and whispered to herself, "Yunjian, I don't want to live like this anymore... My body is broken and I'm dying... Please save me and give me a way to live."
She hated the fate that was torturing her like an ant, and regretted saying those words to He Yunjian when she was working part-time in the western restaurant.
But I never regretted loving him.
Every night, Yu Siqing could hear the sound of death in the cold air.
She suddenly didn't want to rely on psychiatric drugs to support her broken body day after day, nor did she want to wait for He Yunjian's death in agony like a living dead.
"Yun Jian... I want to survive... live well."
"The more God wants to see my miserable end, the more I want to live happily... I couldn't be killed even when I was abandoned in an orphanage when I was born. I have survived all the difficult times... This life can't be taken away by anyone, not even me."
"He Yunjian, I love you... I want to start my life over again."
Yu Siqing signed the equity transfer agreement when she left the hospital on the third day. She went from a penniless orphan to a wealthy young woman who inherited all of He Yunjian's property. Her wealth was inestimable with just a few strokes of the penny.
Over the years, she always smiled, and her friendly and gentle eyes perfectly hid the pain, giving people only warmth.
And the warmth in the eyes.
But it was broken like a mirror by He Yunjian who woke up after being in a coma for seven years.
The air in the morning was very cold, and the wind carried wisps of white mist into the He family villa, making it seem as if there was no one around.
The nanny got up on time to prepare breakfast, and was a little hesitant about the noise upstairs, wondering what the owner and Miss Yu were doing. Last night, apart from the sound of something being smashed in the master bedroom, there was no other noise.
It was almost seven o'clock when the nanny mustered up the courage to go up the stairs to check, and she poked her head in front of the master bedroom door.
The next second, she took a breath of cold air and glanced at the edge of the bed, where Yu Siqing was sitting, her whole body soaked in the white of frost, as if her soul had been sucked out. She lowered her eyes and looked at He Yunjian kneeling on the floor, his thin face pressed against her knees, his brows suppressing his painful emotions.
Looking around, the surroundings were in a mess.
A silent reminder of the unprecedented and intense quarrel that took place last night.
The nanny's slight gasp startled He Yunjian, who had been in a stiff position for a long time. The corners of his eyes were severely bloodshot, as he had not rested all night. He looked too paranoid. His slender, cold fingers tightly grasped Yu Siqing's exposed wrist, as if it would break. "I remember... a sentence you said."
The sunlight from outside the window made Yu Siqing's face look very pale, and there was no color in his clear words:
"You said you would give me three daughters, didn't you? Don't try to lie to me, I will remember more memories in the future."
He Yunjian didn't give Yu Siqing a chance to lie. He pressed her cold body into the quilt and put his face close to hers: "Siqing... Siqing, we still have a lot of time. Don't think about leaving or escaping."
Next second.
Yu Siqing raised her hand and slapped him hard. The force seemed very light, but she used up all her strength.
He Yunjian was not angry, but his eyes were filled with a hint of mockery. He grasped her hand with his long fingers and pressed it against her right cheek. His hoarse voice sounded like it had been rubbed by something, and it was painful to hear: "What's the point of hitting her every time, huh? Show some favor to me here, too."
Yu Siqing suppressed her emotions with her fine eyelashes, and questioned him in a cold tone: "He Yunjian, what difference does it make whether you remember the past or not? I am so stupid that I only saw your true face now... Do you have love? You are more hypocritical and heartless than anyone else. You only use women to disobey your aunt."
"You never loved me... From the beginning to the end, you only used me."
"He Yuliu wanted to control your marriage, but you chose a poor person like me instead of those famous ladies with prominent family backgrounds. Aren't you just looking for a reasonable and legitimate excuse to declare war on your aunt? Look, her nephew, whom she has worked so hard to raise, is trying to seize power for love. How touching..."
Yu Siqing laughed like crazy until tears came out. Every word she said pierced the man's heart. Seeing him tighten his jaw, he felt more and more ironic: "We are not worthy of mentioning the word love. Deep down, we are all rotten... Ha, ha."
From the beginning to the end, she had misjudged this man who was so good at disguising himself. It was not that his temperament changed drastically after waking up, but that he had always looked like this.
It was just amnesia that made him forget to pretend in front of her.
Yu Siqing lay numbly on the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, allowing He Yunjian to tear her clothes in rage, until his cold palm covered her chin and pinched it hard, forcing her to look at this familiar face.
"You can't even tie me up with Yu Jiafan... let alone that imaginary daughter?"
Now, no one in the He family can control He Yunjian. It is easy for him to keep a woman, whether it is through the temptation of money or false deception, as long as he is willing.
But he inexplicably lacked patience towards Yu Siqing.
As long as this woman said that she didn't love him, his rationality would be shattered in an instant.
He Yun gradually began to realize that Yu Siqing had the ability to control him. It seemed insignificant, but it could make him suffer a fate worse than death at the critical moment.
The headaches became more and more severe every now and then, and each time they came, some memory flashed back.
What He Yunjian fears most deep in his heart is not the memories, but the fact that Yu Siqing will appear in his dreams.
Her skirt was stained with blood, and she huddled on the board, pitiful and helpless, crying to him on the phone: "Yun Jian... Yun Jian, save me, save me."
Every time He Yunjian woke up, his body felt like it was after a drinking binge. The only thing that could save him was seeing Yu Siqing still alive by his side, feeling her warm breath and real body temperature.
Yu Siqing insisted on leaving, and he really couldn't stop her, nor could he really imprison her in the He family.
As soon as she left, He Yunjian's illness became more serious. Every day when he woke up, his eyes were bloodshot, his facial features became thinner and overly sharp, and even his aura became gloomy and irritable.
No one in the He family dared to come up and provoke him, and they all kept their distance tacitly.
Until one day, He Yunjian woke up from a nap in the company office and found He Suichen looking at him. He spoke clearly with thin lips: "Pale face, sunken eye sockets, blue stubble... Is Big Brother not feeling well these days?"
He Yunjian stood up from the black leather sofa, straightened his collar with his long fingers, and finally showed a warmth and indifference that he had not seen in recent days. "Who had nothing better to do than to go to you to file a report?"
He Sui Chen smiled, made a cup of coffee for He Yunjian to relieve his tiredness, and did not answer the question.
"I'm here to help big brother. Qingwu won't be filming for the next three months. Xiaoli'er is being taken care of by her mother. If big brother wants to win back sister Siqing's heart, he can take a long vacation."
“No need.”
"Brother, you should put down your work and have a good rest for a while."
He Suichen was not here to discuss with He Yunjian. He took out a business card from the folder on the coffee table with his long, bony fingers and slowly handed it over: "This psychiatrist has a good reputation in the industry. Relying too much on medication will not cure the disease. A doctor's assistance is also needed."
He Yunjian has a physical examination every month and there is nothing wrong with him. His headache is due to psychological reasons.
He Sui Chen occupied the CEO's office and indifferently instructed his secretary to lock up all of He Yunjian's belongings. He stood beside the desk in an extremely formal black suit, and the sunset halo outside the floor-to-ceiling window enveloped his shoulders and the outline of his delicate profile.
Although she looked very similar to He Yunjian, she was seven times gentler than him. She pursed her thin lips and said leisurely, "From now on, everything in the company will be managed by me, the acting big brother."
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He Sui Chen's return to the company is like a savior to those elite subordinates who have suffered from He Yunjian's mental torture.
They were extremely envious of Yan Shu for being able to work beside He Sui Chen from beginning to end. After all, it was not easy to find a boss who knew how to maintain his health, would not work too hard for his life, treated himself like an emotionless robot, and was good at controlling his emotions.
From the third day on, no one saw He Yunjian again, except for the occasional gossipers who wanted to ask about the situation.
After a long search, I could only find out one thing:
He Yun gradually became mentally ill. Under the advice of his psychiatrist, he went to New York in person to look for his forgotten memories.
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