0059 Muzzle Release (1)

Lingling woke up on the plane.

Besides her, there were several nurses in work uniforms in the room, as well as Zhao Xiaojing, who was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her with red eyes.

Looking up, I saw an IV drip; the cool liquid flowed into my body through the veins in my hand.

After she came down the mountain, she fell into a coma with a high fever and had been sleeping for almost a day. As soon as the rain stopped, Wanqi Fuze immediately sent someone to take her back to the capital.

When Zhao Xiaojing saw that she was awake, she threw herself on her and started crying, wiping her tears on the bedding, which made Lingling cough twice.

"He Lingling, you scared me to death!"

Lingling noticed the silver ring on the woman's ring finger gleaming and knew what was going on. Her throat was still dry and sore, and her head was still spinning from the fever. She used her other hand, which wasn't holding the needle, to pat the back of the person on top of her.

"Alright, I'm fine now."

A nurse approached and tried to pull Zhao Xiaojing away from the patient, but He Lingling gestured with her eyes that it wasn't necessary.

Then he thought that although he was unconscious, he only had typhoid fever. Such a big fuss must be that person's doing again.

Lost in thought, she didn't notice Zhao Xiaojing had moved away and was looking at her strangely: "What are you thinking about?"

Lingling snapped out of her daze and quickly shook her head, but she couldn't help but wonder where Xiaojing had gone.

She remembered that rainy night when she was about to faint, a familiar person carried her on his back and called her name tirelessly all the way. The two of them were trapped in the rain on the mountain, but now he was nowhere to be seen.

Will he be on the plane?

She didn't know that Zhao Xiaojing also had many questions she wanted to ask her.

Who was that man who appeared in Y province, holding her hand? How could he have such power to send military personnel up the mountain to search for her? However, after returning to the hotel, Shen Chengsi told her not to mention today's events to anyone; she knew how to conduct herself in serious matters. Especially since Shen Chengsi rarely looked so serious.

Still in shock, she nodded blankly and said, "Okay." Shen Chengsi hugged her tightly. She thought she would have a chance to know these things later, but at this moment she was only grateful that everyone was safe and sound by her side...

Thinking of this, Xiaojing hugged Lingling tightly again.

Lingling's question was answered when the plane landed.

She hadn't expected that Wan Qifuze wouldn't return to B City. It was raining so hard that day, and she had such a high fever, yet he was completely unharmed? Or was his illness so severe that he was already hospitalized? Her face paled, and she coughed, her throat aching.

A doctor came up to her and asked if she was alright, but she waved him off. A young man in a suit also came over and spoke to her.

"Miss He, Mr. Chen said..."

"say what!"

The question, raised abruptly, silenced everyone. A group of people stopped at the private helipad and surrounded her, looking somewhat comical.

Although the sound was tinged with illness, it was resounding and had a powerful, intimidating quality.

The man who had just spoken was startled and froze for a moment. He had no idea why Miss He, who was usually very good-tempered, had suddenly lost her temper, but he felt that the expression on her face was very similar to that of her boss... So for a moment, he couldn't even speak properly.

"Mr. Chen said, he asked me to take you back to Songhan Residence to rest."

He Lingling didn't know why she suddenly felt angry.

That person wasn't by her side, yet he seemed to be everywhere. Everyone she saw looked like him, but at this moment, he was nowhere to be found in the city.

She looked at the blushing young man in front of her, and at everyone else waiting for her. She felt like a spoiled child, and she had even been affected by his bourgeois, picky temper.

She seemed to sigh.

"Let's go."

-

After dismissing the family doctor who had followed her in, He Lingling entered Songhan Residence alone.

The large house, located in the suburbs, was deserted, with only her and the housekeeper remaining.

The cleaning lady happened to walk by Wanqi Fuze's study while cleaning. So I asked her if she needed the master's study cleaned as well.

She tried to say "No need," but coughed repeatedly and could only wave her hand dismissively. The aunt understood her meaning and went upstairs.

The door was ajar, and she had never considered going in. But now, unable to suppress the restlessness in her heart, she turned the doorknob.

The layout was similar to what I had imagined. He had always loved cool colors. Even during high school, Lingling had never seen any sports stars or anime posters in his room, which were common in most teenagers' rooms. In contrast, his room had long exuded a mature and ascetic atmosphere.

Facing me was a tall bookshelf, filled with books, mostly business books. Further ahead was a black desk, with a computer and documents awaiting review. Sitting in the chair, I could see a mountain covered in pine trees, still glistening with fresh dew.

However, it inevitably appears too cold and even somewhat gloomy.

From this position and angle, you should never see sunlight.

Lingling moved closer and discovered something on his table that she hadn't expected before.

The vibrant red accents, set against the dark backdrop of the room, added a touch of solemnity.

It's a wedding invitation.

He wrote it in his own hand for three days in the room, causing her immense inner turmoil—but it was neither hers nor his.

Now, if you venture into this world, you can always take a look at this little paper book.

The red paper, adorned with scattered gold leaf, was written in thick ink; it must have contained the names of the parents of the mischievous boy encountered at the banquet.

She unfolded it gently, but then gazed at it for a long time.

She only put it down guiltily when the door behind her was pushed open.

It was her aunt who brought ginger water. She took it and held it in her hands.

Smoke curls upwards, and a tangled mess of thoughts swirls in my mind.