She looked at him, "How did you get the wound on your lip? Did you encounter criminals? If the criminals dared to attack you, what would they do to Jingrong?"
The more Jing Yu asked, the more uneasy he felt. By the end of the question, her eyes were sore and misty. She seemed unwilling to let him see her so vulnerable, so she turned her head to the side to avoid his gaze.
The more this happened, the more distressed Yu Zeyao felt.
He lay down on his side, holding the back of her head with his big hand, and buried her face in his chest. The man's body temperature tightly enveloped her. At that moment, it was as if the most fragile and softest part of her heart was touched by something, and the sourness in Jingyu's eyes inexplicably accumulated more.
She put her hand on his shoulder, "Did something happen to Jingrong? Tell me the truth, I can accept it."
"This injury has nothing to do with those criminals. Jingrong is safe now." Yu Zeyao didn't tell her the truth. He rubbed his chin against her head lightly. His voice was hoarse, but he tried to restrain himself so that she wouldn't see any flaws. "Yanzhi is with him. I promise that no one can take him away from under Yanzhi's nose. He will be safe in the future."
Perhaps it was his aura, or perhaps it was the feeling this person gave her, Jing Yu felt that his words convinced her for no reason.
The bitterness in her eyes gradually faded. Yu Zeyao grabbed her hand, put it on his shoulder, and let her hug his neck, "Go to sleep. Sleep well, if you want to go see Jingrong, I'll let you go anytime."
Jing Yu raised her eyes and looked at him. He was lying flat on his back, and she was sleeping on her side, resting her head on his chest. When she raised her eyes, she could only see his chin with a light layer of stubble. It was obvious that he was also very tired. Jing Yu originally wanted to ask him a lot of questions, but seeing how tired he was at the moment, a trace of pity flashed through her heart, and in the end, she said nothing.
She didn't remove her hands from around his neck, but just kept that position, closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep.
I don't know how long I slept. When Yu Zeyao half-opened his eyes in confusion, he felt her move slightly in his arms. It seemed that she was cold, so she instinctively moved towards the warm source, and her soft body pressed tightly against him.
Yu Zeyao's breathing became heavier and his body tensed. No man could tolerate the unintentional presence of a woman he had imagined for so long.
He wrapped his long arms around her waist, pulled her to him, and fell asleep on him. Jing Yu woke up for a few seconds after being moved. He opened his eyes hazily and saw the man's eyes full of desire. A trace of confusion flashed across her deep sleep. Yu Zeyao hooked her long hair and pulled it behind her head, revealing her clean and clear cheeks. He looked at her with hidden pain and helplessness in his eyes, "You torture me even when I sleep. I must have owed you a lot in my last life."
When Jing Yu heard this, he murmured in a half-asleep state, "Then let me go."
As she spoke, she tried to get off the man, but he held her hips and held her down, preventing her from moving.
"This is what you say to me the most - don't say it again, I don't like it. And I will never let you go at any time."
The last sentence has a deeper tone and is meaningful.
Jing Yu didn't know whether she heard it or not. In any case, she didn't say anything else. She just rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes again.
Yu Zeyao couldn't fall asleep at all. Under one hand, there was her soft and perky buttocks. Under the other hand, there was her delicate and soft face.
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On the other side, in the Vice President’s private hospital.
Wen Yanzhi was personally invited to the conference room by the attending physician.
The entire treatment team sat in the conference room. When they saw him come in, they all stood up. Wen Yanzhi just gestured, "It's more important to tell me the results of the injury and the treatment plan. Sit down."
Everyone sat down again.
The attending doctor placed the patient's whole body X-rays under a strong light. "Mr. Wen, the patient has six broken ribs, but fortunately no other organs are injured, so a little treatment will be enough. The intracranial examination showed slight bleeding. If there is no further bleeding, we can preliminarily determine that it is safe and no surgery is needed for the time being. It's just... unfortunately, the patient's legs and hands..."
Wen Yanzhi was sitting at the very end of the table. When he heard the doctor say this, his hands on the table tightened. He did not respond, but just looked at the doctor coldly.
That look put the attending physician under great pressure.
The doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and spoke carefully: "The patient's left leg was comminuted and fractured, and the right knee was severely damaged. Whether he can stand up after the operation depends entirely on his recovery. If the recovery is good, he may be able to stand up again. But... if the recovery is not good, I am afraid he will be unable to leave the wheelchair for the rest of his life."
Wen Yanzhi clenched his fists.
"Where are your hands?"
"The left hand is in better condition, just a minor fracture. But the right hand... the nerve damage is more serious. Even after it heals, I'm afraid my right hand will never be able to do delicate work or lift heavy objects."
Even though he had thought of this possibility a long time ago, Wen Yanzhi still felt shocked when he heard the doctor say this.
He was silent for a long time before he asked in a deep voice, "Right hand... is there no other possibility?"
The doctor shook his head. "If he wants to recover and be able to do simple daily tasks, he will need perseverance. But if he wants to paint with this hand again... I'm afraid there is no hope."
The meeting was over, and Wen Yanzhi asked everyone to leave. He sat alone in the empty meeting room, as if his soul had been taken away, and he didn't move.
All the lights were off, and he hid in the darkness, his face filled with a deep gloom.
He just sat there, not knowing how long he had been sitting there. Until there was a knock on the door of the conference room. His people pushed the door open from outside and came in, "Master, Master Jing is awake."
This sentence made him feel like he had found his soul again, and his eyebrows moved slightly. He stood up in an instant, but before he took a step, he stopped again. The excitement faded, replaced by a deeper sense of guilt.
His hands pressed heavily on the conference table, and the veins on his hands were popping out.
He had never been afraid of anything, but at this moment, he was actually afraid to stand in front of that young man.
He didn't know how to talk to him, how to tell him about the cruelty he was about to face.
I don't know how long it took before he finally seemed to have enough courage and took a heavy step forward. As if he was carrying a thousand-pound weight, he walked towards the ward step by step.
When Jing Rong woke up, he felt pain all over his body. No part of his head, body, hands or feet was intact. Even the ceiling in front of him was still spinning for a long time.