In the hospital emergency corridor, Chu Wuyang stared intently at the red light of the operating room, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

She had been waiting here for almost an hour, her heart pounding with anxiety.

Suddenly, the elevator doors opened with a "ding," and a figure rushed out in high heels.

The woman had a graceful figure and exquisite makeup; her trench coat was unbuttoned and fluttered in the wind.

That familiar yet stunning face was filled with anger and anxiety.

She walked quickly toward the operating room, her brow furrowed, as if she were there to confront someone.

Chu Wuyang was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and he subconsciously called out,

"Third Sister?"

The woman abruptly stopped, turned her head to look at her, and the anger on her face instantly vanished.

"Yangyang?"

What are you doing here?

Chu Wuyang took a few steps closer, her tone filled with confusion.

Chu Yixin seemed taken aback by the question, her eyes flickering slightly.

"I... came to visit a friend."

Chu Wuyang frowned slightly.

"Jin Xian is your friend?"

Chu Yixin was taken aback. Her gaze swept towards the door of the emergency room. Her lips moved, but instead of answering, her tone changed.

"So, the mysterious woman who was rescued in the photos circulating online is you?"

Chu Wuyang nodded.

"Um."

Chu Yixin stared at her for a few seconds, her expression complicated, and then asked,

Are you alright?

"I'm fine, it's just Jin Xian—"

"I'm glad you're alright."

Chu Yixin suddenly interrupted her, her voice slightly hurried.

"I have something to do, I'll be going now."

Before she finished speaking, she turned and walked away, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor tiles. Her back was graceful and composed, and she didn't even glance back at the operating room.

Chu Wuyang stood there, staring blankly at her retreating figure, a vague sense of unease rising in her heart—her third sister had rushed over so quickly…

He left without even asking about Jin Xian's situation?

Are you here to see a patient?

But the expression on his face made him look angry no matter how you looked at it.

Zhou Chen leaned closer, still holding his phone, and nudged her with his arm.

"What does your third sister do? She stormed in with a murderous look on her face, and then ran away like a thief."

Chu Wuyang shook his head and said in a low voice,

"I don't know... She seemed to be visiting a patient, but her expression was more agitated than mine."

The red light outside the operating room was still on, and a faint smell of disinfectant filled the corridor.

Chu Wuyang sat on the bench, her face pale and her brows furrowed. The abrasion on her forehead had already scabbed over and turned red, but she hadn't taken any further action.

Outside, chaos reigned. People sent by the agency were blocking reporters at the door, and some tried to force their way in to take photos. The scene was nearly out of control.

Zhou Chen frowned, frantically scrolling through trending topics on his phone while occasionally glancing up at her.

Jingmin's messages remained unanswered, and no one answered the phone—this was unlike him!

Zhou Chen anxiously dialed one phone call after another, while also calling the public relations team to suppress the news, sweating profusely with worry.

About ten minutes later, a familiar figure appeared in a hurry.

Yang Jinchu wore a navy blue trench coat, thin yet upright, with a steady gait.

He seemed to have lost weight compared to before, his jawline was more defined, and his prominent brow bone made him look more haggard.

It felt like I hadn't had a full night's sleep in ages.

His gaze fell on Chu Wuyang, and his pace quickened immediately.

He almost rushed over.

Are you alright?

Yang Jinchu leaned down, placing his hands on her shoulders, his voice low but filled with urgency.

"Why haven't you treated the wound yet?"

Chu Wuyang was caught off guard by his sudden appearance and stood frozen in place.

He opened his mouth but hadn't made a sound yet.

Yang Jinchu frowned, his tone becoming more urgent.

"Speak, are you still injured anywhere?"

"No...no."

She shook her head instinctively, her voice as soft as a feather.

Yang Jin was still worried after hearing this, so he grabbed her arm and tried to leave.

"Come on, I'll take you to get your wound treated."

His palms were warm, but his grip was firm, as if he was afraid she might make another mistake.

Chu Wuyang was taken aback by his nervousness and sudden closeness, and quickly struggled away.

"Wait a minute..."

"Holy crap!"

Zhou Chen had just hung up the phone with his assistant when he looked up and saw the two of them standing hand in hand very close. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He immediately rushed over, his voice urgent.

"Let's talk this out. Why are you holding hands?"

He was furious at Jing Min's incompetence and felt helpless against his defenses. He wanted nothing more than to drag Jing Min out of the Boyi headquarters and throw him at the hospital entrance.

Why do they fail at crucial moments?

As a brother, Zhou Chen has truly done his best.

Not only do they keep an eye on other people's wives, but they also have to guard against rivals, providing a one-stop service for the front line of the battle to protect their marriage.

Yang Jinchu looked up at him, her tone still steady yet sharp.

"Where is Jing Min? Is this what he promised, 'to take good care of people'?"

Zhou Chen choked.

He was also wondering why Jing Min's reaction was so unusual... He called him repeatedly, but couldn't get in touch with him.

The people around him didn't answer, so when they called Boyifang's headquarters, they were only told that "the president is in a meeting."

Yang Jinchu sneered, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, and turned to look at Chu Wuyang.

"Let's go, let's treat the wound first."

"……No."

Chu Wuyang pursed her lips, her tone slightly hesitant.

"The doctor has already done some basic treatment. Considering my pregnancy, I can't use any medications, especially disinfectants containing alcohol or iodine, as they may irritate the uterus. The doctor suggested rinsing with saline solution as much as possible to avoid affecting the fetus."

Yang Jinchu paused, as if she had only just realized the key point she was making.

He paused slightly, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes.

He didn't say anything more, but just nodded silently.

The distance between the two gradually became suitable.

Zhou Chen breathed a slight sigh of relief, patted his chest, and turned back to deal with the media storm.

The phone call was with several media executives and public relations directors; my voice was almost hoarse from shouting.

Chu Wuyang frowned slightly as she looked at Yang Jinchu's expression—his exhaustion was not something that happened in a day, but rather the result of a long period of accumulation.

Why is he so thin?

And why did it appear at this time?

She opened her mouth, her voice tinged with caution.

"You... just returned from abroad?"

Yang Jinchu: "No, I was still in China during this time. When I saw the news, I... guessed it was you."

Chu Wuyang understood immediately, and spoke politely.

"I'm sorry to have worried you. Everything's alright now. If you still have things to do, you can go ahead."

Yang Jinchu didn't move, but sat down with her.

Seeing her pale face and sweat beading on her forehead, his tone tightened.

"If you're not feeling well, go and rest. I'll watch over things here for you."

Chu Wuyang, who had just suppressed a bout of morning sickness, felt it surge up again. She gripped the back of the chair, took a deep breath, and shook her head in refusal.

"No need, you don't know Jin Xian..."

“He was injured while saving me. I should stay and take responsibility for this life-saving debt, both morally and logically.”