Meng Jiuyi had no idea what he couldn't agree to. In fact, he didn't even realize what he was saying and just nodded hurriedly.

The man let out a drawn-out moan, which sounded rather lewd, but Meng Jiuyi was only concerned about his critical condition and paid no attention to anything else.

Tan Yuchen knew when to stop, and as fatigue overwhelmed him, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Tan Yuchen... Tan Yuchen..."

A void suddenly pierced her heart; she lowered her head, her sobs choking in her throat. The doctor brought the stretcher to her side, and Jiang Zhou, seeing her so heartbroken, couldn't help but remind her.

“Miss Meng, the Third Young Master was not seriously injured, so you don’t need to worry.”

Meng Jiuyi immediately raised her head. There were medical staff and police officers standing around her, their faces calm and composed, but she was the only one with tears streaming down her face, as if she had lost both her parents.

As the stretcher was moved, Tan Yuchen slowly opened his eyes. Although his face was pale, his eyes shone with a strange light, and the corners of his mouth were curved.

"Don't cry too soon, save it for next time."

Meng Jiuyi angrily shook off his arm.

--

The stretcher was lowered from the ambulance and quickly pushed into the hospital.

Tan Yuchen had lost too much blood and was in a semi-comatose state. He needed to have surgery immediately, and all unauthorized personnel were to stay outside the operating room. However, he was holding onto Meng Jiuyi's wrist so tightly that even though he was unconscious, he couldn't pull away at all.

I don't know where he got so much strength; it took him several minutes to pry open his fingers.

The operating room door closed, and the corridor was so quiet it was almost suffocating. The pale light shone on her head, making her face look even more bloodless.

The long hours were the most agonizing time for Meng Jiuyi. Tan Yuchen had also been to the operating room before because he was shot in the chest, and the situation that time should have been even more dangerous than this time.

But it was different; the smell of disinfectant filled her senses, and every second she waited felt like she was falling.

It was during this period of torment that Meng Jiuyi met Tan Yuchen's father.

Since the police had been called, it was impossible for him not to be alerted. He arrived in a suit and tie, braving the night wind and frost, and his gaze upon Meng Jiuyi was as sharp as an eagle's.

Jiang Zhou immediately stepped forward and greeted him as "Sir".

Zhou Congjin asked, "How is he?"

"The doctor said there was no vital damage, and the risk is around 30."

"Since he likes to risk his life, why not just let the doctor give him a quick death this time?"

Jiang Zhou dared not utter a single word in response to such remarks, and was sweating profusely behind his back.

Aside from that one glance, Meng Jiuyi and Zhou Congjin didn't exchange any more words, but the authority and composure of those in power still left people breathless.

Tan Yuchen's injury was not kept secret from anyone in the Tan family, not even the old lady.

The comings and goings in the corridor were quite a commotion at night. Meng Jiuyi secretly went to sit in the stairwell, not wanting anyone to notice her.

The operating room door opened, and the doctor took off his mask and said the surgery was a success and there was no need to worry.

Aside from the sudden relaxation of the entire family outside the operating room, Zhao Youxi lowered her head on Zhou Bo's shoulder, muttered something, and then burst into tears of joy.

In the narrow window of the corridor, Meng Jiuyi leaned against the wall as if exhausted, a cool sensation washing over her body. She unintentionally saw her own face through the window.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, but the corners of her mouth were gently turned up.

Exactly the same as Zhao Youxi.

Meng Jiuyi was stunned for a moment, as if she were seeing her own secret for the first time through a mirror, and the shock came faster than anything else.

--

Tan Yuchen woke up in the early hours of the morning. Apart from the old lady who was persuaded to go back home by all means, and Zhou Congjin who went to understand the situation and handle the aftermath, everyone else took turns guarding her at the hospital.

He slowly opened his eyes, sweat beading on his forehead.

The doctor said he wouldn't wake up until at least the next day. The first wife rushed over, crying and cursing, her eyes red.

"You brat, you won't stop until you scare the whole family to death, will you?"

Tan Yuchen's eyes darted around silently, and before anyone else could speak, he said with an air of seriousness.

"I want to eat the glutinous rice cakes that my aunt makes."

"...Now?"

Tan Yuchen hummed in agreement and chuckled, "Did this smell wake me up just now?"

After sending the first wife away, Tan Yuchen removed the IV and got out of bed. When Jiang Zhou opened the door, he saw that Tan Yuchen was already awake.

"Third Young Master, you're awake!"

Tan Yuchen asked, "Where is she?"

Jiang Zhou no longer needed to ask who this "she" he was referring to was.

"Ms. Meng went home first after she learned that your surgery was successful. Her roommate was looking for her everywhere. She said she would come to thank you in person this morning."

These words did not comfort Tan Yuchen in the slightest. He had just woken up from a nightmare in which she jumped off a towering building and he failed to catch her.

The suffocating sensation made his heart clench, making it hard to breathe, and the pain even outweighed the pain in his shoulders.

Tan Yuchen put on a trench coat and gave orders to Jiang Zhou.

"Go get the car!"

He had just finished surgery and absolutely could not go out now. Jiang Zhou wanted to say a few words of advice, but when he met the man's unquestionable gaze, he immediately shut his mouth.

Outside the ward, Tan Yuchen's cronies, having learned that he was awake, were about to come to visit him.

Tan Yuchen opened the window and jumped out.

It took Jiang Zhou a while to get rid of the questioning, and after getting into the car, he handed him an international express letter.

"This is a letter that Miss Meng sent to England last night."

Tan Yuchen took it and tore it open immediately, not caring about personal privacy for the first time.

Inside was only a thin piece of paper and a bank card. Things that people touch always leave a scent. The paper carried a faint camellia fragrance, which wafted to Tan Yuchen's nose when he pulled it out, making his heart feel as if it were being torn apart. It also clearly told him that if he had arrived even half a second later last night, he would have lost her forever.

When the paper was unfolded, her handwriting was delicate and small, but the very first sentence was like a knife piercing Tan Yuchen's chest.

Mengcheng:

I called you but you didn't answer. I don't know if you received my message first or this letter first. I can't think of anyone to ask for help with this. No matter how good our relationship is, I shouldn't become a burden to others.

We share the same surname, so I'll have to trouble you.

I don't like living in one place for the rest of my life, so I don't want tree burial or ground burial. I'd like to find a windy day and have my body scattered on the mountaintop to drift away with the wind. I've always wanted to travel the world, and now I've fulfilled that dream in this way.

I have ten million in my account. I'm giving it to you and asking you to take care of my godmother. She's in poor health and doesn't have much time left. Don't let her know about my affairs. If she asks, just say that I think she's a burden and then completely abandon her. Apologize to her in the afterlife.

If anyone is sad because of me, please tell them that I have lived a fulfilling life. I have had a few regrets, but I am grateful that I have always been loved.

By the end, a tremor that could make one's heart quiver ran through his arms and limbs. His jaw tightened, and the pain and hatred surging in his eyes were like a tidal wave, tearing at his heart and bones.

This complete fraud!

It turns out she had already written her will and was preparing to die.

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Good night, don't worry, it won't end abruptly.

I wrote 900,000 words in my last book, hahaha.