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Xu Mengyao's body leaned towards Lin Xiaohe involuntarily. The two of them moved forward quickly, causing her body to sweat slightly. The cold wind blew across her skin, causing goose bumps.

Lin Xiaohe felt her body trembling, held her hand tightly, and comforted her softly:

"It's okay, we're almost there."

When they arrived at the hotel entrance, quite a few people had already gathered. Xiaomei and Fang Henian were pacing anxiously, their eyes full of worry.

Seeing them, Xiaomei immediately rushed forward and hugged her, crying, "Wenjuan, why didn't you bring your phone? They said there was a bomb explosion at the music festival. I couldn't get in touch with you, it scared me to death!"

Xu Mengyao's tense nerves suddenly relaxed after returning to a safe place, and her legs went weak and she almost fell.

Lin Xiaohe immediately increased his strength to support her and asked with concern, "Are you hurt?"

Xu Mengyao smiled bleakly and shook her head: "It's okay, I'm just scared."

Xiaomei also quickly helped her into the elevator and said, "Let's go back to the room first."

Fang Henian noticed that his friend's face was a little pale, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and a spot on the back of his clothes was wet.

He reached out and touched the wet area, saw the redness on his fingertips, and exclaimed, "Evan, you're hurt, your back is bleeding."

"Why didn't you tell me you were injured? Let's go to the hospital quickly." Xu Mengyao was a little anxious.

Lin Xiaohe immediately held her shoulder and said, "Don't worry, it's just a superficial wound. The hospital is very busy right now, and I don't know how long I'll have to wait. Harish, help me contact a private doctor."

Fang Henian immediately took out his cell phone and made a call.

Lin Xiaohe insisted on sending Xu Mengyao back to her room first, and repeatedly reminded her:

"I'm fine. Go take a hot bath, drink a cup of hot tea, and rest early."

Then he turned to Xiaomei and said, "Please check if she has any injuries. If she does, I'll ask a doctor to come over."

After finishing his instructions, he returned to his room with peace of mind.

Xiaomei prepared hot water for Xu Mengyao and let her take a bath only after checking that she was not injured.

When she came out of the shower, the TV screen was showing images of the square at that time.

Suddenly, an explosion sounded, and thick black smoke filled the sky above the square. The lights flickered, and the vision was blurred. People fled in all directions, some fell to the ground, some pushed each other, and many unfortunate people were hit by the explosion fragments, lying on the ground groaning in pain. The scene was in chaos.

The sirens of ambulances and police cars rang out one after another, and the wounded were constantly being carried onto stretchers and sent to the hospital.

"Evan must have been injured by the debris in the airflow," Xu Mengyao said softly, a trace of worry flashing in her eyes. "Xiaomei, can you call Harish and ask if the doctor has arrived?"

She felt slightly relieved when she learned that the doctor had arrived and was treating Fang Henian's wounds.

When she woke up the next day, Xu Mengyao couldn't wait to visit Lin Xiaohe.

In the room, the suitcase was spread out in the middle, and Lin Xiaohe was packing his luggage with a tired look on his face.

She moved over and said with gratitude and guilt, "Evan, thank you for protecting me even though you were injured yesterday."

"It's okay, don't worry about it. Go back and pack your bags. We'll go back to City A today."

His voice was as gentle as ever, as if it could dispel all the anxiety.

"You're injured, and it's inconvenient for you to pack your luggage. Let me help you."

Xu Mengyao immediately stepped forward and expressed her willingness to help, with sincerity written all over her face.

Seeing the girl's guilty expression, Lin Xiaohe suddenly had an idea and suggested with a smile, "If you really want to thank me, why not make some soup for me when we get back to City A?"

"Soup?"

"Yes, May told me that you're a good cook too. When we in Hongcheng get hurt, we all drink the soup we make at home. I wonder if that would bother you?"

"No trouble, no problem! You've lost so much blood, it's time to replenish it. I'll make some soup for you." Xu Mengyao agreed without hesitation.

After returning to City A, Xu Mengyao sent soup to Lin Xiaohe for a week.

That day, Fang Henian came to Lin Xiaohe's house and saw him enjoying the pork bone soup in his bowl. He couldn't help but ask, "Did Yao send it?"

Lin Xiaohe nodded, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Fang Henian's curiosity was completely aroused. "I said, your little wound has been there for a week, and you still need to mend it? It's a bit like 'repaying evil with kindness'." He said deliberately, with a playful glint in his eyes.

Lin Xiaohe gave him a glare and said in his usual gentle tone, "Watch your mouth, or I'll tell May the names of all your past girlfriends."

Fang Henian curled his lips in dissatisfaction. "Everyone has said you were gentle and gentleman since you were little, but I am the only one who knows how dark your heart is. How many girls have you deceived with this gentle appearance? I thought you were going to continue to become an immortal. Why are you not so polite this time? You set traps for people step by step. When are you going to confess your feelings?"

Lin Xiaohe narrowed his eyes and said in a relaxed tone, "After improving the success rate."

After drinking the soup for another week, Lin Xiaohe finally said to Xu Mengyao, "Thank you for your hard work. You spent so much time making this soup for me. Now I am fully recovered."

Hearing him say this, Xu Mengyao also breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great."

Then, hesitantly, he continued, "There's something I've been wanting to talk to you about, but I put it aside since you got injured. Do you have time now?"

"Oh, what's the matter? Feel free to tell me." Lin Xiaohe asked.

"I just wanted to ask if you'd be interested in expanding your team and raising funding. I have a lot of other things to focus on right now, so I can't monitor the market for long."

In the past six months, Xu Mengyao has used all of her and Huang Wenrong's savings to invest in the stock market for several rounds. She is no longer satisfied with simply entrusting funds and getting a certain percentage of compensation.

Instead, she wanted to set up her own private equity fund, but finding a professional and reliable team was time-consuming and required significant effort to coordinate. Lin Xiaohe, however, had an existing, mature team but limited funds, so she wanted to ask Evan if he could accept financing and allow her to hold a stake.

Lin Xiaohe looked at her without saying anything for a long time, his brows furrowed as if he was weighing something.

Seeing this, Xu Mengyao thought the situation was a bit precarious, so she smiled and eased the atmosphere: "It's okay, don't be embarrassed, it's just a suggestion, it doesn't matter if you don't agree."

Lin Xiaohe said with a firm look in his eyes: "I was just wondering whether I should ask you a question."

"What's the problem?" Xu Mengyao asked, suddenly feeling a little uneasy.

"Can you accept being in a relationship with your partner?"