Lin Zhenzhen felt as if she were being embraced in a warm hug.

The air was filled with the scent of Yu Jiamu.

Although he walked very fast, he walked very steadily, so she didn't feel the slightest bump.

Yu Jiamu put one hand behind Lin Zhenzhen's knees and the other hand on the back of her head, pressing her face tightly against his chest.

Lin Zhenzhen could hear his heart pounding wildly, like a high-speed engine, and his breathing was incredibly heavy.

I wonder what he's thinking right now, whether he feels guilty.

Lin Zhenzhen's thoughts also wandered, and a sense of guilt gradually crept into her heart.

The two walked through the crowded and noisy dance floor.

Along the way, some people recognized Yu Jiamu and wanted to go up and say hello.

But seeing his cold expression, she swallowed her words.

The two huddled together and whispered, "What's wrong with Brother Yu? I've never seen him with such a menacing expression."

"Who's he holding? She looks like a woman. Could it be that his woman was...?"

Lin Zhenzhen sensed that Yu Jiamu had suddenly stopped.

His deep voice rang out: "Watch your mouths."

The two men were startled and quickly changed their story, saying, "We didn't see anything, we didn't see anything."

Yu Jiamu held the person in his arms even tighter. From a distance, all others could see were a pair of small black leather shoes swaying in the air with his steps.

He opened the car door with one hand and gently placed Lin Zhenzhen in the back seat.

He got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove to the hospital.

In fact, Yu Jiamu knew that his current condition was not suitable for driving.

Although his eyes were fixed on the windshield, his mind was uncontrollably replaying the scene he had witnessed when he broke into the room.

Clothes scattered all over the floor, large swaths of shocking white, and that... man lying on the bed.

The destructive and brutal impulses in his blood were eroding his remaining rationality, and his growing anger was about to snap the taut string in his brain.

Yu Jiamu subconsciously wanted to press the accelerator harder.

When he's upset, he likes to go for a spin at the racetrack; it's his way of venting his emotions.

But when his gaze shifted to the rearview mirror, all his hostility vanished.

His anger turned into helpless pity and panic at his own expense.

I originally thought that staying away from me and all this filth was the best way to protect her.

But now Yu Jiamu knows he was wrong.

Dr. Zheng was already waiting at the hospital gate. When she saw Yu Jiamu get out of the car, wrapped up tightly, her expression became complicated.

"Is this still the same Miss Ling from last time?"

"Hmm." Yu Jiamu was very cautious, covering Lin Zhenzhen's head with his clothes, so even the nurses walking by couldn't see her face.

But who else could make him so nervous?

Dr. Zheng watched Yu Jiamu grow up and knew about his experiences.

The fact that someone with Yu Jiamu's personality would repeatedly seek his help proves just how special the person in his arms is to him.

Dr. Zheng didn't dare to delay and jogged to catch up with Yu Jiamu's pace.

What's the situation now?

Yu Jiamu paused, then said with difficulty, "She needs to have a check-up."

......

Yu Jiamu sat on a bench outside the ward.

He stared blankly at his palm, which seemed to still retain Lin Zhenzhen's body temperature.

I only realized how light she was after carrying her all the way.

She was as light as a feather, as if she would fly away with the wind if I let go of her.

The quiet corridor of the private hospital was suddenly filled with the clattering sound of high heels.

Wang Jingrou saw Yu Jiamu's lonely figure in the distance and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She walked slowly to his side and asked softly, "Where is Ling Zhen?"

Yu Jiamu rested his elbows on his knees, his broad back forming a smooth, rounded curve.

He stared at the floor, without looking up, and said, "We'll do the check-up inside."

Wang Jingrou nodded: "That's good."

She had just called Yu Jiamu more than a dozen times, but no one answered.

He made me worry the whole way that he was going to do something foolish with Ling Zhen in his arms.

Wang Jingrou pointed to the people behind her and said, "These two police officers are here to find out what's going on. After Ling Zhen wakes up..."

Yu Jiamu abruptly raised his head, his scrutinizing gaze undisguised, sharp and piercing.

Wang Jingrou frowned and explained, "Jiamu, I'm here to help you, not to be your enemy."

Yu Jiamu's eyes were still filled with distrust. He slowly asked, "Who else did you tell about this?"

There's no one else.

"Where's my second uncle? He doesn't know either?"

"Yu Jiamu!" Wang Jingrou exclaimed in disbelief, "What kind of person do you take me for?"

Yu Jiamu stared at her expressionlessly, making her break out in a cold sweat.

Wang Jingrou was trembling with anger: "It seems all my kindness over the years has been wasted. Now they're turning around and causing me trouble."

Only after she said that did Yu Jiamu's gaze soften slightly, and he lowered his brows.

"I'm sorry, I was just too nervous."

Wang Jingrou knew he was also feeling bad, so she could only offer some words of comfort: "Don't blame yourself too much, it's not your fault."

"It's all my fault." Yu Jiamu covered his face with his hands, his voice muffled.

"If I hadn't been absent, maybe none of this would have happened."

"Don't take all the responsibility on yourself."

That's what she said, but Wang Jingrou knew in her heart that things weren't that simple.

This plan is so meticulous; it's clear it's been planned for a long time.

The two sat in silence until the door to the examination room was pushed open.

Yu Jiamu quickly stood up and stared intently at Dr. Zheng as he walked out the door.

"The examination is over." Dr. Zheng looked at him. "Where are the patient's family members?"

No one answered immediately.

They all automatically ignored the Chen family.

"I'm her boyfriend, is that okay?"

Yu Jiamu's voice trembled as he said these words.

I was afraid that Dr. Zheng would pull out a critical condition notice at any moment and ask the family to sign it.

Wang Jingrou's eyes widened, unsure whether he was telling the truth or just making things up.

Dr. Zheng gave him a deep look: "Based on the examination results, the patient has not been violated."

Yu Jiamu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he staggered back two steps, leaning against the wall behind him, unable to describe his current feelings.

"Also, she's awake and wants to see you."