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Lin Tingxuan sneered twice, his fingers gripping Ye Wenyu's wrist even tighter. His face was ashen, veins bulging on his forehead, making him look terrifying. He gritted his teeth and said to her, "Today, I will not let go until you explain things clearly!" His face was contorted, his eyes blazing with fire, and he was gritting his teeth as if possessed by a demon.

Ye Wenyu had no choice but to lower her head, her heart pounding wildly like a drum. She tried to remain calm and coaxed him, "Then let go, let's sit down and talk properly." Her palms and back were sweating profusely, and the fear in her heart was indescribable.

Lin Tingxuan, however, was still like a person who had lost control, like a lion that had escaped from its cage. When he saw that Ye Wenyu refused to answer directly, he had no choice but to speak for himself. He questioned, "You just said that Lin Tingfeng, that scoundrel, said that I am mentally ill. He said I am mentally ill?!" The last sentence was raised eight octaves involuntarily.

Lin Tingxuan held Ye Wenyu's wrist with one hand and let the other hang down at his side. But at this moment, he was pointing his finger at his own nose with a look of bewilderment on his face.

Ye Wenyu looked up, staring wide-eyed at Lin Tingxuan. Her heart felt as if it were being gripped by a demon's hand, and fear made it hard for her to breathe. She watched Lin Tingxuan, who would sometimes let out a gurgling laugh, and sometimes make a face as if he was about to burst into tears. These ever-changing expressions terrified Ye Wenyu. What else could Lin Tingxuan be but a lunatic?!

Help! Someone, please save her!

Lin Tingxuan gripped Ye Wenyu's wrist even tighter, a burning pain shooting through her skin. He yelled at her, "I'm not crazy!"

"Ah—" Ye Wenyu screamed in pain. She seemed to hear a "crack" sound, and then felt a stabbing pain in her wrist. Lin Tingxuan had crushed the bones in her wrist.

Ye Wenyu's painful screams attracted the security guard at the library entrance. She was drenched in sweat and pale-faced. Only then did Lin Tingxuan let go. He looked at Ye Wenyu in panic and stammered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Ye Wenyu held her injured hand with her intact hand. The extreme pain had rendered her speechless. The injured hand, like that of a puppet, hung limply to the ground.

The security guard glanced at Ye Wenyu, then at Lin Tingxuan, and said sternly to them, "Go to the security room. Sir, are you a teacher or a student at our school? Why did you grab her hand just now?"

Another security guard examined Ye Wenyu's injuries. One of her hands looked like it might fall off a tree at any moment, hanging from her wrist. If it weren't for the muscles holding it in place, it would probably have drifted off. Her hand was broken. The security guard said nervously, "Her hand seems to be seriously injured. We'll probably have to call the police!"

Lin Tingxuan turned pale with fright. Ye Wenyu mustered all her strength to tell the security guard not to call the police, but a sharp pain caused her to faint.

When she woke up, she found herself in the hospital with a snow-white bandage wrapped around her wrist. Lin Tingfeng, dressed in black, sat to one side with a stern face, like an owl.

Ye Wenyu was terrified. She immediately closed her eyes, telling herself it was just a nightmare. She slowly opened her eyes again, thinking the dream would not reappear, but she was still in a quiet hospital room with a snow-white bed. Lin Tingfeng, dressed in a black shirt, was staring at her expressionlessly, and the air pressure around them was frighteningly low.

The air seemed to freeze; the room looked like it could catch fire at any moment.

Ye Wenyu was worried about Lin Tingxuan. She rolled her eyes and looked around for him, but he was nowhere to be found. The ward was empty except for Lin Tingfeng!

Ye Wenyu's face was deathly pale with fear and tension. Her wrist didn't seem as painful as before, but it was in a cast and she couldn't move it for the time being. As the saying goes, "it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone," and since her injured hand was her right, she estimated that she wouldn't be able to read or write for three months. What would she do about her exams? Would she even be able to continue her studies?

Ye Wenyu felt as if her heart was being burned by a raging fire, and she was extremely anxious and in pain.

It's all that damned Lin Tingxuan's fault! He had a mental breakdown and attacked her, even hurting her!

Ye Wenyu was extremely annoyed. She secretly glanced at Lin Tingfeng, who was sitting silently beside her. He was wearing a black shirt with a blue striped bow tie at the collar, and a gray suit was placed on her bedside table.

If she guessed correctly, after she fainted, Lin Tingxuan ran away in fright. Lin Tingfeng received a call from the police, and while he was handling business at the company, he rushed to the hospital to see her like a whirlwind. He was so nervous that he didn't even have time to change his clothes.

She looked at Lin Tingfeng with deep remorse, her large, watery eyes filled with guilt, and softly said to him, "I'm sorry—"

Lin Tingfeng remained silent, sitting motionless like a wax figure. Ye Wenyu had never seen Lin Tingfeng like this before, and she knew that he was angry.

He was so angry that he seemed to be blind and deaf to her. But he cared about her, so even though it was daytime and he was the group president, which should have been his busiest time, he was at the hospital watching over her.

Ye Wenyu felt very uneasy. She raised her intact hand and swore, whispering a promise: "Tingfeng, I promise to listen to you from now on."

The implication is that she didn't listen to him this time, which led to such a big incident, so she will learn from this lesson and be his obedient girl in the future.

Lin Tingfeng remained like a wooden puppet, neither seeing nor hearing her. He seemed to be controlling his storm of anger, so he had no energy left to speak.

Ye Wenyu looked around. The ward was quiet; there were no other patients, nor any doctors or nurses. The ward had a large LCD TV, a sofa, a separate shower room, wooden floors, and elegant wallpaper on the walls.

She quickly realized that Lin Tingfeng was a wealthy man. He probably arranged for her to be transferred to another hospital while she was unconscious, in order to ensure her safety and smooth recovery, and put her in the best ward, a VIP ward.

She had never seen a hospital room like this before. In the past, when her parents were sick, or when she went with her mother to visit sick relatives and friends, the hospital rooms were always dark and cramped, tiny rooms like matchboxes, housing three or four patients. Sometimes there weren't enough hospital rooms like that, and many patients had to sleep in a bed placed in the corridor. The walls were grayish-white with peeling paint, and the floors were tiled and looked dirty. She had never seen such a comfortable, bright, and clean hospital room.

She thought to herself, "Being rich makes all the difference. I grew up in a world of poor people. It was Lin Tingfeng who rescued me from my life of hardship. So I should know how to be grateful and cherish what I have."