An Yiruo was taken to a VIP ward. When they returned to the ward, An Yiruo was still unconscious. Mo Jingchen held her hand and stayed by her bedside.

Until she felt An Yiruo's fingers touch her slightly: "An'an, you're awake?"

"Chen." An Yiruo only managed to utter one word before tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"An'an, don't cry. Is there anything else that's bothering you?" Mo Jingchen reached out to wipe away An Yiruo's tears, his heart aching for her.

"It hurts so much..." An Yiruo felt the pain coming from the wounds on her body.

"The doctor said the wound is very deep. An'an, just bear with it, it won't hurt for long," Mo Jingchen gently coaxed An Yiruo, holding her hand.

"Chen, I thought I would never see you again," An Yiruo said, lying on the hospital bed, turning her head to look at Mo Jingchen.

"It's all in the past, and this will never happen again."

An Yiruo nodded, but tears still streamed down her face.

"An'an, how are you feeling?" Gu Wanting didn't want to interrupt the young couple's conversation, but she was really anxious.

"Mom, Dad, Grandma. Why are you all here?" An Yiruo said, looking at the people gathered around her hospital bed.

"Silly child, such a big thing has happened, how could we not come!" Old Madam Mo said with heartache as she looked at An Yiruo lying on the hospital bed.

"I only suffered some minor injuries, Grandma, don't worry too much. Your health is the most important thing."

"An'an, don't worry. Grandma will never let you suffer in vain. I will definitely find the culprit behind this."

"Grandma, I know who the mastermind is."

"Who is it?" Mo Jingchen asked first.

“Yes… Mo Lingxiao and An Yufei,” An Yiruo said, looking at An Yiruo.

"Mo Lingxiao? That child from the collateral branch of the Mo family?" Old Madam Mo had a vague impression of this person.

"It's him," Mo Jingchen confirmed.

"Why did he harm my granddaughter-in-law! Relying on the power of the Mo family, he bullied my family members. This time, they must be punished!" said the old lady of the Mo family angrily.

"An'an, you rest first. I'll go check what happened. Also, I haven't told Mom about your situation yet. I'm worried that her heart isn't strong and she can't handle the shock," Mo Jingchen said softly, patting An Yiruo's hand.

"Go ahead."

Mo Jingchen arrived at the ward door and saw Assistant Zhou standing guard: "Go and investigate the relationship between Mo Lingxiao and Zhang San. Also, the scheme you set up against An's Enterprise can be closed now."

"Yes, President."

When Mo Jingchen returned to the ward, he had a meal in his hand. An Yiruo was injured and could not eat spicy or stimulating food, so Mo Jingchen prepared mostly light and bland food.

"An'an, are you hungry? Eat something before you sleep."

An Yiruo looked at the congee and side dishes in front of her. Although she didn't have much of an appetite, she still ate some.

"An'an, go to sleep. I'll stay here and watch over you."

In her sleep, An Yiruo seemed to be having a nightmare, and suddenly shouted, "Go away, don't come near me!"

Mo Jingchen grasped An Yiruo's hand and comforted her, "An'an, don't be afraid, I'm here. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid."

"Chen, I just... I think I had a dream. I dreamt that I was kidnapped and taken to a small, dark room..."

"It's alright, it's all over, it's all over!" Mo Jingchen held An Yiruo's hand and kept comforting her, trying his best to hug her and give her warmth and energy.

An Yiruo drifted off to sleep again. When she woke up again, she found Mo Jingchen holding her hand, asleep beside her bed.

An Yiruo wanted to raise her hand to touch Mo Jingchen's head, but the movement touched the wound on her arm: "Ouch~"

"An'an, what's wrong? Does your wound hurt?" Mo Jingchen, a light sleeper, woke up immediately upon hearing An Yiruo's voice.

"I just touched the wound when I raised my hand, but it's nothing."

"Would you like some water? Or..."

"No, I just feel sorry for you."

"I'm fine, let me get you a glass of water," Mo Jingchen said, getting up to pour water and then helping An Yiruo up.

"Chen, when can I be discharged from the hospital? It's so boring staying here," An Yiruo said, taking a sip of water.

"I'll ask the doctor today and see what they say. But it's best to stay a few more days, just in case there are any long-term effects!"

"It's just a superficial injury, it's nothing. I'll just go home and rest." Although An Yiruo is currently in a VIP suite with complete living facilities, she just doesn't feel comfortable staying here.

"A superficial wound? Deep enough to expose bone? Loss of blood and unconsciousness? An'an, if this happens again, you'll scare me to death!" Even now, thinking back on it, Mo Jingchen still feels a chill of fear!

"Okay, I'll be a good boy and listen to the doctor. However, based on what Mo Lingxiao and An Yufei said that day, I feel that they didn't just want to kidnap me, but had some other conspiracy! It's just that they haven't succeeded yet because you arrived in time."

An Yiruo suddenly remembered what happened that day and wanted to provide Mo Jingchen with some clues.

"I will make them pay the price they deserve." Mo Jingchen clenched his fists tightly, a chill creeping across his face, and the veins on his forehead bulging faintly.

It's clear that if he weren't in front of An Yiruo, Mo Jingchen's expression would have been even more intense.

“Chen, I’m not some saint, nor do I talk about selflessness. I only know that I will not offend others unless they offend me. If they offend me, I will punish them.” An Yiruo grasped Mo Jingchen’s tightly clenched fist with her other hand.

“Although I am bound by the law and cannot do anything to them, giving them a taste of their own medicine is the greatest mercy I can show them,” An Yiruo continued.

"An'an, leave this to me. An's Enterprise and Mo Lingxiao are going to hell!"

An Yiruo knew that the man in front of her had the power to do these things. And she wasn't a saint; she wouldn't plead for them.

An Yiruo was observed in the hospital for two more days before being discharged and returning home with the doctor's consent.

Meanwhile, at the company, Assistant Zhou personally spoke with the operations manager, and thanks to Assistant Zhou's intervention, An Yiruo's leave was quickly approved...

Back home, An Yiruo took a deep breath: "It's so comfortable breathing the air at home."

Mo Jingchen pushed An Yiruo in a wheelchair, and couldn't help but laugh as he looked at her.