Chapter 30 Who is this? This is massive bleeding!

Anyway, she doesn't like him. Doesn't she think he's from an underground boxing background? He'll prove her wrong.

Some of the people in the venue were Wei Bowen's men, who had previously been wary of Wei Sibei's identity, but now they were all very active.

Both sides prepared themselves, and the red and blue boxers stepped onto the ring.

Wei Bowen said politely, "Uncle, there are no distinctions of rank on the fighting stage. I won't let you win."

Wei Sibei chuckled dismissively: "Nobody's asking you to let me win. Remember to punch harder, and don't make your hooks softer than your grandma's knitting needles!"

Wei Bowen's face also darkened: "Respect the elderly and care for the young, I remember my uncle's teachings."

Wei Sibei couldn't stand the word "old". After giving a "polite" nod, he suddenly threw a punch at him.

He couldn't stand that arrogant face. This young master, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, with delicate skin, Ye Chuyi must be blind to have fallen for a pretty boy like Wei Bowen.

He was eccentric and rebellious, and his uncle often had to clean up his messes when he was a minor.

Does he still have the right to complain that he's 'old'?

Wei Bowen felt his left cheek go numb instantly and immediately retaliated.

He cherished his appearance. As a grown man, he would put on makeup, wear a suit and tie, and always wear some dog-chain-like accessories when he went out.

Looking at the asymmetrically swollen face opposite him, Wei Sibei felt a surge of satisfaction.

Once he's on stage, he loves to show off. Whenever he's in the lead, he loves to interact with the audience and get them to cheer him on. It's like a high school boy who insists on shooting a three-pointer in front of the girl he has a crush on.

Right in the corner where he was, a girl wearing a lake-blue wristband kept her hands raised, nervously watching his every move on stage. Every time he raised his fist, she would excitedly wave it.

Ye Chuyi recognized her; it was the girl who had just kissed Wei Sibei—it was Zhu Xiaohan.

Her biceps were well-developed, her V-line was clearly defined, and her latissimus dorsi muscles were relaxed. She occasionally repeated Wei Sibei's movements on stage, a kind of learning and imitation among professional athletes. When she punched, she exuded a uniquely feminine power and beauty.

Ye Chuyi was lost in thought when the girl suddenly looked over the crowd in her direction, and Ye Chuyi immediately looked away.

This parting brought attention to Wei Bowen.

Wei Sibei immediately seized this glimpse of her gaze, staring intently at Ye Chuyi's face. From this point to that point, his gaze was taut like a taut string.

The string suddenly broke.

He yelled at Wei Bowen, who was diagonally opposite him, "Can't take it anymore? Come on, hit me here." He pointed to his lower abdomen, "Hit me here, I definitely won't fight back."

The fist struck as soon as he spoke, carving into Wei Sibei's upper abdomen, the point of impact instantly turning bluish-white and dented.

Wei Sibei groaned in pain and grabbed the other man's wrist. A hint of fear flashed in Wei Bowen's eyes, but he only used the force of his wrist to continue pounding his lower abdomen.

Ye Chuyi watched without blinking, her heart aching.

How should she end this confrontation, and how should she conclude it?

Wei Sibei's men, including Xiao Ji and Lao Si, surrounded him in that corner, excitedly urging him to fight back, while Wei Bowen's men dared not utter a sound.

Finally, Wei Sibei felt warm liquid flowing down his legs. He smiled with satisfaction and then punched away Wei Bowen's attack.

The situation instantly reversed, and some spectators gathered diagonally opposite to watch Wei Sibei pinning Wei Bowen down and beating him.

Wei Bowen desperately tried to protect his face, but he crumbled again and again. Finally, he pounded the ground and admitted defeat.

He lay on the ground for a long time, unable to stand up. Ye Chuyi's face flickered in and out of focus under the light and shadow, yet she refused to spare him a single glance.

Wei Bowen stepped back a few paces, stood in the center of the stage, and greeted the audience.

The overhead light shone on him, making him appear radiant with glory. The man was as powerful as a god, and his back was even taller than she had imagined.

He didn't even look at her, turning and walking away without turning back. Only when they reached a secluded spot in the changing room did he speak in a hot, hoarse voice to Xiao Ji, who had followed him in, "Take me to the hospital... Don't let my mom... find out..."

After saying that, he collapsed, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.

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People hurried to and fro in the hospital corridors; one patient had just been brought in by car to the emergency room, and another was being brought in by ambulance.

Wei's mother was only able to get out of bed today. The caregiver helped her look out the door, feeling inexplicably anxious.

The nurse rushed out of the operating room and, seeing the group of burly men with a gangster-like air about them in the corridor, instinctively shrank back.

Ye Chuyi immediately stood up from her seat: "What's wrong? Is there any danger?"

The nurse only dared to look at her and asked, "Major bleeding, which of you has type A blood?"

Ye Chuyi and Lao Si said in unison, "It is I!"

The fourth brother rushed over, and Ye Chuyi had already rolled up her sleeves to reveal her white arms, saying repeatedly, "I am, I am, use mine."

The nurse looked at the man's scarred face and fierce expression, and pulled Ye Chuyi inside.

Wei Sibei's face was deathly pale, and there were bloodstains on the white sheets below his body. When he saw Ye Chuyi enter, he frowned and said, "What are you doing here? Get out!"

He curled up halfway, hastily clutching the sheets, and groaned in agony, "Damn it! It hurts so much, how much longer?"

He couldn't feel any downward momentum at all. The brat seemed to have grown tentacles, clinging tightly to his body and refusing to go down. He was just bleeding heavily.

The nurses were busy drawing blood from Ye Chuyi, while several other people held him down.

Wei Sibei stared at the bright red dripping blood in the IV tubing and suddenly shouted, "We don't need your blood, pull it out! Ugh—"

The soft moans between his lips diminished the force of his words; his voice was hoarse, and he seemed to be struggling to speak.

Ye Chuyi forced down the sob in her voice, patted his head, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and temples with her delicate hand: "Listen to me, if you're going to be angry with me, wait until you're better, and then stop the bleeding first, okay?"

When the two were deeply in love, Ye Chuyi liked to touch his head. At first, Wei Sibei was very unhappy. Only children let others touch their heads. A man's head is a symbol of dignity. How could he lower his head and let his girlfriend touch it?

He blushed as soon as she touched him, and she giggled nonstop.

At that moment, he was somewhat enamored with this comfort and tried to lift his hand, which was not receiving an IV drip, but was interrupted by a sharp pain.

Ye Chuyi's sleeve was gently moved by his slipping hand, and she immediately took his hand so that he could use it for support.

His hands were covered in wounds and calluses at the joints, seemingly even more so than eight years ago.

He used all his strength to fight the pain, and after a long while, he managed to say, "You're not... afraid of needles, so I don't need you..."

Seeing that his eyes were glazed over and he was about to faint, Ye Chuyi shouted, "Shut up!"

Wei Sibei's eyebrows twitched slightly, his eyes rippling like ice melting in spring. He chuckled softly, "Why are you... so fierce..."

He buried his head in the soft pillow, panting heavily, and became increasingly drowsy.

The clock ticked by, and Ye Chuyi was once again locked outside the operating room.

As soon as Xiao Ji saw her come out, he immediately stepped in front of her to block her.

Ye Chuyi glanced behind him and saw a familiar face at the end of the corridor—it was one of Wei Bowen's men.

They're probably here to see her; the fourth brother is trying to stop them.

Ye Chuyi said, "You all don't need to stay here. I'll stay here tonight. Fourth Brother, Xiao Ji, you can take turns going back to rest."

Xiao Ji still considered her his sister-in-law, so he naturally agreed. The fourth brother, however, was a little worried. Neither of them knew their eldest brother was pregnant, but even a fool could see that Wei Sibei had been hospitalized today because of her. Could Ye Chuyi have plotted against him while he was asleep?

Xiao Ji glanced innocently at Lao Si, then put her arm around him and pulled him downstairs. She gritted her teeth and whispered, "You stubborn mule, why aren't you leaving? You don't even trust your sister-in-law here? What kind of midnight watch are you keeping?"

"Sister-in-law? Who is that?" The fourth brother deliberately raised his voice, as if he were speaking to her.

It seemed that Wei Bowen had been moved to a regular ward. After thinking it over, she sent him a message to express her concern.

Two hours later, Wei Sibei was finally wheeled out.

Ye Chuyi stayed by his bedside all night without leaving his side. Wei Sibei, whether due to lingering pain or something else, slept restlessly, but his energy was so depleted that he couldn't wake up for a while.

His brows furrowed into a deep frown, his expression cold and stern even in his dreams. He seemed to be adrift in a sea of ​​pain, with Ye Chuyi standing on the shore not far away. With each wave of abdominal pain that rolled in, he would draw closer to her, only to be pushed away again in between, unable to touch her no matter what.

Her expression was unclear; she simply stood there, neither too close nor too far.

"Chu Yi..."

"Chu Yi..."

"Chu Yi..."

He called her name again and again, but she wouldn't respond. Her figure was as indifferent as when she testified against him in court; she wouldn't even look at him once.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was abdominal pain or heartache.

Ye Chuyi gently shook his hand; this was the first time since their reunion that he hadn't called her by her full name.

"Wei Sibei, I'm here, can you hear me?"

The man was breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, his full chest muscles heaving up and down, but he never woke up.

Ye Chuyi felt extremely distressed and regretted that she shouldn't have given in to his request for 'sexual repayment' that day, otherwise he wouldn't be pregnant with this child and still in so much pain: "Did you have a nightmare? Are you still in a lot of pain? Where does it hurt?"

She carefully placed her hand on his lower abdomen; it was cold, as if she were holding a block of ice.

It seems that it has bulged up a bit?

Wei Sibei still didn't respond, only letting out a slightly hoarse groan. He had changed into a hospital gown; the clothes he had worn before were now filthy and unusable.

Ye Chuyi took off her trench coat and covered his lower abdomen, then bent down to hug him, holding his shoulders firmly, and gently comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay, I won't let you feel pain anymore."

She was closer and closer on the coastline, and it seemed as if one could smell her fragrance.

Even such a small comfort was enough to calm him down. Under her massage, he fell into a deep sleep.

The ward was unusually quiet at night. Xiao Ji and Lao Si each came twice to offer to relieve her, but she refused both times, only asking them to go back and get some clean clothes and daily necessities.

Xiao Ji thought to himself, "Ye Chuyi must have gotten used to taking care of people before. Even after eight years apart, she's still quite skilled."

Ye Chuyi whispered to Xiao Ji that the person arranging the shift change should not be the same as the one downstairs, and that they should not take the elevator up or down, but come up from the safety passage on the west side of the building, so as not to be seen by Wei's mother, or let it slip and make her worry.

Xiao Ji secretly made a mental note of it. He realized that his boss had told him to keep it from the old man, but he probably didn't have time to explain it to Ye Chuyi. Ye Chuyi had actually guessed all his thoughts.

When I woke up, it was already evening.

The first thing you see is Ye Chuyi lying by the bed.

Was he not dreaming?

He studied her closely; now that she was sleeping peacefully, she was finally less stern-faced. Her curly bangs were slightly upturned, like a cat's whiskers. Why was she dressed so lightly, with a trench coat draped over him?

There are bloodstains on the white sneakers?

With one hand held down by her, Wei Sibei used his other hand to pull his trench coat onto her. As soon as he moved, Ye Chuyi woke up.

Wei Sibei quickly closed his eyes.

Ye Chuyi checked his forehead temperature; thankfully, he didn't have a fever. She picked up the fallen coat, covered him up again, and went to get some water.

As soon as I turned around, my arm was grabbed from below.

Ye Chuyi looked at him with delight and asked with concern, "You're awake? Does your stomach still hurt?"

Wei Sibei looked at the ceiling and said, "Hey, who's this?"

"Me."

Wei Sibei thought she hadn't finished speaking and asked, "What about me?"

Ye Chuyi flung his hand away: "You ask who it is? I'll say it's me."

"..." Wei Sibei deflated, then turned and stared at her intently: "Is this how you take care of patients?"

He wouldn't even listen to coaxing.

He pulled her back onto the bed, and Ye Chuyi lost her balance, pressing one hand against his lower abdomen.

Wei Sibei immediately gasped, quickly pressing her down with his palm against the back of his hand, and nestled together on the top of the child's head, which might not yet be differentiated: "Ye Chuyi."

He then called her by her full name.

"This kid is stubbornly refusing to leave. You have to accept him whether you like it or not."

Ye Chuyi looked at him with an innocent expression: "When I ever stop acknowledging you, I will take care of you until you are born."

She reassured him, which emboldened him further. He pulled her closer and whispered, "Why did you come to see me yesterday?"

The blue curtains fluttered in the breeze, stirring her heartstrings. The wispy strands of hair framing her forehead shimmered softly in the sunlight.

Ye Chuyi lowered her eyelashes, looking at the hand he was holding, her mind in turmoil.

Wei Sibei then asked, "Why did you go to see my mother that day?"

This time, without waiting for Ye Chuyi's reply, he continued, "As long as you tell me a reason, I will believe you."

Ye Chuyi's mind went blank. Years of training had given her plenty of skills to deal with this kind of problem, and she had even calculated her facial expressions.

But she didn't want to lie to him.

"Brother Si Bei?" The voice outside the door interrupted her thoughts.

Yesterday, a girl with a light blue wristband walked into the venue, carrying flowers and supplements: "Why did you dress like this?"

Wei Sibei frowned almost imperceptibly, then quickly relaxed: "Xiaohan? What brings you here?"

This person was indeed Zhu Xiaohan. Ye Chuyi and she exchanged a glance and smiled politely at each other.

Ye Chuyi invited her to sit down and was about to get up to give her a seat when Wei Sibei firmly held her down. The movement was too sudden, and she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

"Ugh—this bed isn't even that big, where am I supposed to go?" he complained to Ye Chuyi.

Zhu Xiaohan smiled gently: "Sister Chuyi, please sit down. I just went to see Auntie and came up on my way."

Wei Sibei's expression hardened: "You didn't tell my mom about me, did you?"

"I already told you, your auntie was just about to come up and beat you up."

"You!" Wei Sibei moved, then cursed under his breath in pain, and began to cough.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I was just teasing you." Zhu Xiaohan helped him sit up straight. "Xiao Ji has already informed us. Sister Chu Yi is very thoughtful, you can rest assured."

Wei Sibei glanced at her and muttered, "I'm not at ease."

As he spoke, he started to get out of bed.

Ye Chuyi stopped him: "Where are you going?"

"Go home, I'm not sleeping in the hospital." He looked at the two rows of men in black suits wearing headphones outside the door and felt worried.

"That won't do. The doctor said you need to rest and recover properly." Ye Chuyi frowned.

Wei Sibei stood up with her help: "Whether you stay here or go home to recuperate, it's all the same – lying down."

Seeing his stubbornness, Ye Chuyi let go. No fever, and the baby was safe; there shouldn't be any major problems.

He was not satisfied. Seeing that Ye Chuyi was still stunned, he pointed to his lower left abdomen and said, "This area hurts terribly."

Ye Chuyi indeed came closer, and he took her hand, their fingers intertwined, and led her into the car.

Driving into Wei Sibei's underground parking garage as the crescent moon shone through, he had naturally changed his residence this time. This was Ye Chuyi's first time visiting this apartment. It wasn't large, with three bedrooms and a living room, but it had a very homey atmosphere.

Ye Chuyi followed him upstairs; it was already midnight. She stood at the door, refusing to go in: "We're here now. Just say what you need to say."

"Move in with me." Their eyes met unexpectedly, and Ye Chuyi was taken aback.

Wei Sibei casually covered his stomach with one hand: "Didn't you promise to take care of me until I give birth? Are you going back on your word so soon?"

"I..." Ye Chuyi was speechless. "This isn't the right way to take care of someone. Caregivers even have statutory holidays."

“That brat K has been making quite a stir lately. He’s staying with me, so I can guarantee your safety.” He changed his words, his tone flat and indifferent, as if he didn’t care much.

"Oh?" Ye Chuyi braced herself against the door with one hand. "Isn't it more dangerous the closer you are to me?"

Before Wei Sibei could say anything more, Ye Chuyi stepped straight in: "However, I can accept this reason."

She glanced around the living room; it was spotless. Outsiders knew that the 'boxing champion' was often in the public eye and probably rarely home. However, in her eyes, Wei Sibei was definitely a homebody.

When he's at home, he likes to tidy up. He never hires a cleaner and does all the housework himself. If it weren't for his mother being hospitalized this time, he wouldn't even have hired a caregiver.

Wei Sibei turned and walked inside, with Ye Chuyi following closely behind.

As they reached the door of a room, Wei Sibei suddenly stopped, and Ye Chuyi bumped right into him.

Wei Sibei: "Why are you following me?"

Ye Chuyi yawned: "Didn't you say you would take care of you..."

Wei Sibei looked at her mischievously: "You'll serve me when I go to the toilet too?"

Ye Chuyi felt breathless and her ears gradually turned red. She knew she must not have slept well and her brain was short-circuiting.

Wei Sibei grabbed her shoulder and turned her around 180 degrees: "Go to sleep."

Ye Chuyi turned her head, but couldn't see his face clearly: "I'll sleep in the guest room, I'm not sleeping with you."

Wei Sibei shook the car keys in his hand. Ye Chuyi was a woman he couldn't figure out. When he almost miscarried, her heartache seemed genuine, but as soon as he felt a little better, she became aloof and unpredictable.

He had never seen such a fickle woman. One second she was a caring and considerate daughter, the next she was a tattered, drafty rag that stung when whipped against him. Especially when mixed with a cold wind, it went straight to his heart and lungs.

Ye Chuyi felt somewhat embarrassed and wanted to flee. She realized that without using any techniques, she had no idea how to get along with this man.

She couldn't use any of the strategies she had learned before.

Behind the medals, if she only sees herself as a woman, she doesn't even know how to be in a relationship.

The more she thought about it, the more distressed she became, so she simply rolled onto the bed and buried her head in the covers to sleep.

Wei Sibei came out of the bathroom, looked at the empty living room, and plopped down on the sofa.

She moved back into his house, where more traces of her life would soon be visible.

Although she is no longer as docile and ingratiating as she was eight years ago, her sharp tongue now has a different kind of charm.

No, no, no, Wei Sibei unconsciously put her index finger to her lips and slowly shook her head. Eight years ago, she wasn't exactly docile either. She looked like a well-behaved girl, but in reality, she was incredibly stubborn.

He still remembered the first time he saw her; her long, wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she sat quietly in the corner.

It wasn't until they started living together that he realized Ye Chuyi was actually a man, wasn't she? He seemed to be full of energy all the time, but he didn't know where to direct it.

His eyes slid down to the needle marks on his arm; Ye Chuyi's blood was now flowing through his body.

She saved him again.

Just like eight years ago, pull him out of the mud and put him in the sunlight.

The dull pain in his lower abdomen reminded him that there was a life inside him that was a fusion of their blood and bones.

Yesterday in the operating room, he begged the doctor to save the baby. The doctor was furious with him, constantly scolding him for putting himself through this if he wanted to save the baby.

Finally, the doctor sighed and gestured with tweezers and scissors in front of his abdomen: "With such a beautiful wife accompanying you, why are you still throwing a tantrum?"

Wei Sibei looked at the layer of white moonlight that had settled on the sofa, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

He got up and tiptoed to the door of the guest room.

He stood silently outside her door, his fingers resting on the doorknob.

She's back by his side, all thanks to this little rascal. Wei Sibei looked down, the slightly bulging belly bringing him a sense of relief.

This was something none of her other men had given her; no matter how much they gave her—power, money, or anything else—it was impossible for them to give her a child like he had.

Moreover, this is her other half of flesh and blood, which no one else can take away, possess, or touch.

Besides, those two men are like little dogs, especially that He Chen, who hasn't even grown his hair yet, is he fully developed? How could he possibly get pregnant?

The door clicked open—she hadn't closed it properly?

Wei Sibei walked in as if possessed.

Ye Chuyi curled up, sleeping on her side with one arm outside the blanket. When she was alone, she always slept like a baby. Only when he was next to her would she sleep soundly and messily, sometimes kicking him in the middle of the night or suddenly putting her leg on top of him.

Her skin was so fair and delicate it seemed like you could pinch water from it, her black hair wrapped around her neck, and her eyelashes were so long. Wei Sibei felt a burning impulse pounding in his chest, repeatedly pulling him to her bedside.

There was also a needle mark on her fair arm. Wei Sibei traced her skin in the air; he knew that it wasn't just a needle mark, but many other scars on her body.

Working in such an institution, especially to the top, requires immense effort and dedication.

Her years of training had instilled a sense of vigilance in Ye Chuyi, who suddenly awoke to find him half-squatting beside her bed, his eyes filled with unfathomable affection. She parted her lips slightly and asked, "Wei Sibei?"

Wei Sibei placed one hand beside her ear, gazing into her dark eyes, and could no longer restrain himself, kissing her lips without thinking.

He was extremely gentle, even just a light touch, as if touching an inviolable treasure.

Ye Chuyi suddenly pushed him, pulled the blanket up over him, and covered both her arms with it: "What are you doing? I'm not someone you can summon and dismiss at will."

Wei Sibei immediately retreated to the bedside, his eyes flickering, feeling somewhat ashamed: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it, I won't do it again."

He spoke sincerely, but Ye Chuyi turned her back. Wei Sibei wanted to pat her head again, but he was afraid that she would look down on him and see him as another monster demanding 'compensation'.

His footsteps retreated to the doorway, paused for a moment, then closed the door and left.

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Perhaps because she hadn't slept through the night for the past few days and was really tired, Ye Chuyi actually slept until 11:30 a.m. the next day.

Wei Sibei was already chopping vegetables in the kitchen when he heard her movements and lazily asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"casual."

Wei Sibei smiled and said, "Whatever," and she meant it.

Ye Chuyi smoothed her bangs and asked, "Um, did you throw away my dirty shoes?"

Wei Sibei didn't even turn his head: "On the balcony."

Ye Chuyi ran to the balcony, where a pair of white shoes had been washed clean and stood neatly against the wall, wrapped in toilet paper.

Ye Chuyi glanced at the man's back before returning to the kitchen.

Wei Sibei worked quickly and soon started the fire and added oil.

Ye Chuyi curiously circled around behind him: "What are you doing?"

Wei Sibei sprinkled some chopped green onions, and the oil in the wok immediately sizzled and popped.

"Get out." Wei Sibei lifted her out with one hand.

Ye Chuyi was bored, thinking that after all these years, he still hadn't changed and didn't show any tenderness towards women.

She looked around the room, intending to go to the study to find a book to read.

As soon as the door was opened, the pink color on the walls almost overflowed.

The small cradle, lamp, and bumper strips were scattered messily on the floor. It seemed they hadn't been completely organized yet.

Is he preparing the nursery?