Seeing this, Zhuang Yan nodded and said, "Sir, I'll go out first."
Yu Zeyao snorted in response. Zhuang Yan didn't say anything extra and walked out.
The door of the ward was closed, and for a moment, they were the only two left in the room.
Jing Yu sat at the head of the bed, lowered his head and looked at him, his eyes were complicated, and there was a thin layer of mist in his eye sockets.
It was as if some strong emotion was rushing into her chest. She suddenly opened her arms and wrapped them around his neck. Her face was close to his.
She moved very gently for fear of pulling on his wound.
Being hugged tightly in his arms, Yu Zeyao's frowning brows relaxed unconsciously. For a moment, he felt that even the pain in his body was not so obvious.
He raised his hands with difficulty and hugged her back.
"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice also hoarse.
Jing Yu did not speak immediately, but just held him quietly like this. After a long time, the uneasiness and worry in his heart gradually dissipated.
She moved away from his shoulder to avoid pressing on his wound. Her eyes met his, "Mo Huan brought me here."
"she?"
Yu Zeyao frowned, "Why did she bring you here?"
"If she hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you were injured." Jing Yu looked at him, "You didn't plan to tell me either?"
"This is not a good thing. What is there to say?" Yu Zeyao raised his hand and touched her eyes. He could feel the wetness on her eyelashes. "Why are you crying?"
Jing Yu held his hand, and his palm was cold.
"I didn't cry." Jing Yu sniffed, "Zhuang Yan refused to tell me about Jing Rong, so you tell me."
At this point, she paused for a moment and then said, "Don't lie to me again. I know he is still in the country."
"He has been with Yanzhi all the time."
"Wen Yanzhi? Why is he still with him?"
"I asked Yanzhi to take care of him."
Jing Yu hesitated for a moment, "Is it possible that Jing Rong's injury is much more serious than I know?"
Yu Zeyao looked at her solemnly, and finally did not hide it from her anymore. "I was afraid that you couldn't bear the shock, so I didn't tell you right away. If you hadn't discovered it, I wouldn't have planned to let you know so early."
Jing Yu listened with his heart in his throat.
"So what's his condition now? Is his injury still serious? How well has he recovered?"
Yu Zeyao looked at her, pursed his lips, and said with difficulty: "I am the one who is still seriously injured."
Seeing his pale face, Jing Yu felt distressed and stopped talking in time.
Now that Jingrong is being taken care of by Wen Yanzhi, nothing will happen to him.
"Do you want to sleep a little longer?" Jing Yu asked him. He touched his forehead. Fortunately, he had a high fever last night, but now the fever has subsided.
She felt much more relieved.
Yu Zeyao shook his head and leaned against the pillow, holding Jingyu's hand. Jingyu's cell phone rang, and she took it out and saw that it was a call from a colleague. Only then did she realize that it was already late.
"It was a call from my colleague. He must have noticed that I didn't go to work, so he called to remind me."
"Then you go to work first."
Jing Yu looked at him and shook his head, "I'd better not go. I'll call and ask for leave."
Yu Zeyao was obviously very satisfied with her decision. Jing Yu held the phone and went out.
As soon as he opened the door of the ward, he saw Mo Huan standing at the door. She seemed to be unsure whether to go in or not, and raised her hand to knock on the door and then put it down again. When Jing Yu came out, he saw her hesitant look.
Mo Huan didn't expect Jing Yu to suddenly open the door and come out, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face.
Jing Yu smiled at her, "Morning."
"Morning." Mo Huan glanced at the ward, then looked at Jing Yu with bloodshot eyes, "You stayed here all night last night?"
Jing Yu nodded, "I'll be alone if I go back anyway, so I might as well feel more at ease here."
Mo Huan nodded, "Ze Yao must also hope that you can stay here with him."
Jing Yu glanced at Mo Huan and said with a smile, "Ze Yao has woken up. I'm going to make a phone call. If you don't mind, Miss Mo, please help me look after him. I'll be back soon."
Mo Huan looked at Jing Yu gratefully and said, "Okay. Go ahead."
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Yu Zeyao was sleeping against the headboard, and when he heard the door open, he thought it was Jing Yu coming back. He opened his eyes instinctively, but what he saw was Mo Huan.
"How is it? Has the fever gone down?" Mo Huan went in and sat down beside the bed.
"Return."
"That's good. I was really scared by your unconscious appearance these past few days."
"I heard that you invited her here." Yu Zeyao glanced at Mo Huan and said solemnly, "Thank you."
Mo Huan smiled bitterly, his eyes unable to hide the disappointment.
"I know you don't want her to worry, so you don't ask anyone to invite her over. Otherwise, how could I be the good guy? To be honest, if possible... I don't want to invite her over."
Yu Zeyao looked at Mo Huan's gloomy face, pondered for a moment, and uttered only two words in a low voice, "Sorry."
"How can there be any regret when it comes to love?" Mo Huan shook his head. He raised his head and looked at the other person with serious eyes, "Ze Yao, I want to ask you a question."
"Ask me. I'll tell you everything I know."
"If Jingyu wasn't there, would we have a chance?"
Yu Zeyao hesitated for a moment before answering the question, "If we can really get married, it must be a political marriage."
This answer is very honest, but extremely cruel.
"Don't they say love has a first come, first served order?" Mo Huan laughed at himself, "I appeared in your life much earlier than Jing Yu, but it seems to be of no use."
"In fact, I met her a few years ago. In the years since then, I have been looking for her."
Yu Zeyao's words surprised Mo Huan, "So, this is love at first sight?"
"Yes, it was love at first sight." A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, which was rare. He looked full of warmth, which made Mo Huan envious. She had never seen him like this before. Obviously, it only appeared when he mentioned Jing Yu.
"When I saw her again later, this feeling turned into love." Yu Zeyao said calmly: "Even I was caught off guard."
Mo Huan thought that this man probably didn't know that what he was saying were touching words of love.
"But you have to know that if we don't get married, it will be difficult for you to convince my father to support you."
"Power was indeed my most important goal. But now it has to be second." Yu Zeyao's expression did not change much. "I am already 30, it is time for me to have a home that truly belongs to me, instead of just inflated power and desires."
"I understand." Mo Huan couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. She hoped that she could give this man the feeling of home, but this was no longer possible. She should have felt bad, but since he could spend the rest of his life with his lover, she wished him well.
"Don't worry, even though we can't get married, my dad has always admired you. I think as long as I explain it to him, he will still support you."
Yu Zeyao looked at Mo Huan with gratitude and thanked him solemnly once again.
Outside the door, Jing Yu came back from a phone call and heard everything they said clearly.