"What?"

Li Yan didn't react for a moment, thinking he had misheard.

Jingmin didn't look at him again.

My gaze fell on the tender green branches swaying by the window, sunlight shining on them.

It's like flaunting some kind of vibrant life.

But he remained mired in stagnant silence, as if submerged in still water.

"Use my phone to make the call."

He added a sentence, his tone completely flat.

Li Yan quickly did as instructed.

The call was connected.

A woman's surprised and doubtful voice came from the other end.

"Jingmin?"

"Madam, it's me."

Li Yan took over the conversation.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, as if someone was looking down to confirm the caller ID.

"Li Yan? It's you?"

"Mr. Jing was in a car accident. We tried calling you all night but couldn't reach you..."

Suddenly, a loud "clatter" came from the other end of the phone, like something falling to the ground.

Then came her anxious voice.

"What? How could there be a car accident?"

How is he doing now?

"He's mostly recovered... Do you want to speak to President Jing?"

The other party was silent for a moment, then their tone suddenly became wary and stiff.

"Give him the phone."

Jingmin took the phone, silently held it to his ear, and said nothing.

The faint sound of breathing traveled through the electricity, and Chu Wuyang knew it was him.

"Jingmin? Are you feeling unwell?"

He only gave a curt reply.

"No."

What did the doctor say?

"……have no idea."

Has Dr. Lina come to see you?

"No."

Upon hearing this answer, Chu Wuyang on the other end of the phone remained silent for a few seconds.

It was as if something had finally been confirmed.

Her tone calmed down.

"Then you should get some rest."

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Jing Min gripped his phone, his voice finally breaking into a low murmur.

"Aren't you going to come and see me?"

"Jingmin,"

Her voice was strained, conveying her emotions.

"I really don't have time to play games with you right now, Ah Jin... you hurt me and I'm still in the hospital."

"Do you know how hard you hit him? The doctor said there might be internal injuries, and he needs to do a full body checkup..."

Jing Min suddenly sat up, the pain pulling at his wound and making his vision go black for a moment.

"You think I'm lying to you?"

"No."

I know you're sick.

"Take a good look at the message I left for Li Yan on your phone yesterday. Listen carefully to Dr. Lina's instructions and cooperate with the treatment."

"I'll come see you again when I have time."

Jing Min scrolled through the message history he had sent to Li Yan on his phone, each message cold and curt.

It's like they treated him like a troublesome patient and just handed him over to someone else.

His gaze was deep and dark, so deep it seemed to drip ink.

She could stay by Yang Jinchu's bedside all night, but she didn't even ask him a question when he was in a car accident.

Even saying a word of concern feels forced.

Her calmness was like a knife, cutting him with each stroke, yet each cut was precise and unavoidable.

"When will you come to see me?"

He pressed on, his voice low and hoarse.

"Tomorrow morning? The afternoon is fine too."

After a moment of silence, Chu Wuyang finally spoke.

"...I'll come whenever I have time."

He could tell she was being perfunctory, but he still wouldn't give up.

"How about tomorrow afternoon—"

"Jingmin!"

She suddenly interrupted, her tone barely concealing her impatience.

"I've been really tired lately, could you please understand... I'm pregnant, running around like this is really exhausting."

Jingmin seemed to have suddenly lost his speech.

Looking at the sunlight outside the window, he suddenly felt a chilling desolation in the greenery.

Another excuse.

It's always just an excuse.

Just then, a low, husky male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yangyang..."

It was Yang Jinchu.

Chu Wuyang's voice rang out hurriedly.

"That's all for now, Jingmin. I'll hang up now."

Then, the call ended with a "beep".

The ward fell silent once again.

Jing Min held onto his phone tightly, only lost in thought for a moment before his eyes quickly turned cold.

He looked down at his palm.

The white sheet was already wrinkled from his tight grip, his knuckles were white, and his veins were visible.

She didn't believe he'd been in a car accident? She wasn't even bothering to verify it.

Isn't she finding it troublesome and tiring?

Then he'd go find her and see what excuse she could come up with to fob him off.

Jing Min raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Li Yan, his voice deep and resonant like an impending thunderstorm.

"Go and find out which hospital Yang Jinchu is at."

Li Yan was taken aback, then nodded.

"yes."

This was not difficult to investigate. A few minutes later, he quickly returned to the ward with a complicated expression.

"President Jing, Yang Jinchu... is in this building. On the fifth floor."

When Jingmin heard this, his eyelashes trembled.

They were on the top floor.

She was with someone else last night.

He was unconscious and had a fever all night. She didn't even bother to ask which hospital it was—not because she forgot, not because she didn't know, but simply because she didn't care.

If she's willing, it's just a matter of pressing the elevator button and walking up a few floors.

He slowly loosened the sheets, the force of his grip still lingering between his fingers.

He suddenly sat up straight, his gaze becoming calm, like the still surface of a lake before a blizzard.

"Go and contact them to change wards."

Li Yan was taken aback.

"Where... should we move to?"

"Yang Jinchu lives next door."

Li Yan was completely stunned.

Miss Chu... is clearly avoiding President Jing, yet President Jing himself is still eagerly trying to get close to her.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Jing Min urged him in a cold voice.

"Aren't you going yet?"

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