Chapter 98 Sleeping in His Arms

Kong Wange's words were barbed, but Murong Ting, unusually, did not get angry. He said with a hint of helplessness, "You can't entirely blame me for this. Who told you to refuse to admit your identity? Aren't you even a little curious about what I'm looking for Chanyi for?"

Before Kong Wange could reply, Murong Ting said in a low voice, "My grandfather is ill."

Kong Wange was taken aback: "Your grandfather?"

Murong Ting nodded.

Kong Wange was stunned for a moment, then murmured, "How could this be? What illness?"

Murong Ting shook his head: "No one knows the exact reason. We've consulted many doctors, but they can't figure it out. They just say that with age, various organs are failing to varying degrees, which is normal..."

“Impossible!” Kong Wange said abruptly, her tone resolute.

Five years ago, when she married Murong Ting, she met the old man. At that time, he had a ruddy complexion and a strong voice, and he looked like someone who could live a long and healthy life. This was also the reason why she knew that Murong Ting was looking for her, but she never thought of the old man.

How could multiple organ failure occur in just five years?

“I know it’s impossible,” Murong Ting said dejectedly, “but what can we do? The old man’s diet is carefully selected, and he is very careful about his daily expenses, so poisoning can basically be ruled out. However, the old man’s health has indeed been deteriorating day by day in recent years, and the situation is not optimistic.”

Kong Wange took a deep breath: "You should have told me about this sooner."

If she knew it was the old man who was sick, why would she care about whether it was exposed or not?

"I never imagined you were Chanyi at first."

If it weren't for that scar removal cream, he might still be having Chu Ning search for people abroad.

Regardless, he couldn't believe that the legendary master of traditional Chinese medicine was Kong Wange.

Kong Wange was speechless for a moment.

That's right. He's always looked down on her. If he hadn't discovered the clues himself, even if she had gone up to him and said she was Chanyi, he probably wouldn't have believed her.

As the night deepened, Kong Wange wasn't sure what time it was; she just felt her eyelids getting heavy.

Murong Ting saw this and said in a low voice, "Why don't you lie down and sleep a little longer?"

Kong Wange snapped out of her reverie and shook her head: "No, I still need to check the fire."

"I'll come and see."

Kong Wange glanced at him, saw his bloodless lips and sunken eyes, and sighed: "You're still sick, get some rest. We'll leave when it's light."

Murong Ting ignored him and insisted on getting up.

Seeing this, Kong Wange quickly moved next to him: "Why are you so stubborn? Lie down properly and don't ask for a beating!"

After hearing this, Murong Ting stopped making any more moves.

Kong Wange noticed that the bandage on his head was a little loose, so she reached out and re-tied it for him.

Her movements were so gentle that Murong Ting was momentarily dazed.

He actually had a dream while he was unconscious.

In his dream, he returned to the time six years ago when he was being chased. He fell off a cliff, hit his head, and temporarily lost his sight. He was then rescued by a girl.

They stayed together at Shaoyaoju for three months, and she always applied the medicine to him with the same gentleness...

“Kong Wange…” he said unconsciously.

Kong Wange was slightly taken aback: "What, did I hurt you?"

Murong Ting snapped out of his reverie: "No, I was just thinking about something else..."

He's completely obsessed.

That girl's name is clearly Wen Yan, how could he confuse them?

I let out a long sigh, and the image of that lonely tombstone involuntarily came to mind.

Years ago, he was found by his grandfather's men and forcibly taken away from Peony Residence. After his eyesight recovered, he sent countless people to the old place to look for her, but in the end, he only received news of her death.

If she were still alive...

Murong Ting unconsciously clenched his fist at his side, suppressing the emotions surging in his heart.

Kong Wange did not notice Murong Ting's unusual behavior.

After carefully bandaging his wounds, she lay down on the soft, dry grass and quickly fell asleep.

Murong Ting looked at her small, delicate face, and after a long while, he couldn't help but reach out and touch her face.

When his hand touched her face, he was stunned. He didn't know what was wrong with him tonight, that he would do such a thing.

After a moment of stunned silence, he was so frightened that he withdrew his hand.

He swore before Wen Yan's tombstone that he would remain celibate for her for the rest of his life and would never fall in love with another woman.

Xiao Chen was an accident; he can't keep making the same mistake.

The surrounding temperature was very low. Murong Ting took a deep breath and looked at the sleeping woman. The tenderness in his eyes was gone, and he returned to his usual coldness.

He blocked the wind and waited patiently for dawn.

...

After Lin Cheng sent the two adorable children home, he waited for his boss and his young mistress to return, but their phones were switched off when he tried to call them.

A sense of unease rose in his heart, and he immediately made a phone call: "The fish has broken through the net, Young Master Ting is in danger. You take some men to guard the airport, I'm going to find Young Master Ting."

After hanging up the phone, he opened Weibo, and the top trending topic was:

#President Yun Ting involved in car accident, whereabouts unknown [explosive]#

Numerous news reports and dispatches of police cars and fire trucks to retrieve the items have spread, and everyone is talking about the details of the accident.

...

Deep in the woods, the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Kong Wange felt cold and subconsciously moved forward.

Only after curling up in a warm embrace did she smack her lips and continue to sleep.

However, she suddenly realized something shortly after closing her eyes.

Her chest...wait, when did she fall asleep in Murong Ting's arms?!

She opened her eyes in fright.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a small water stain on the man's black shirt.

Kong Wange: "..."

She slowly raised her head and saw Murong Ting looking at her with a complicated expression.

"Sorry, I don't usually drool in my sleep, I was probably too tired last night..." At this moment, she truly experienced the social death scene.

"It's nothing," Murong Ting said calmly. "Get up and pack your things. We'll figure out a way to get out of here."

Murong Ting sat up, but stumbled.

Although his fever has subsided, he hasn't eaten or drunk anything since last night, and he's still quite weak.

Kong Wange quickly reached out to help.

Unexpectedly, the moment her hand touched his arm, he jerked away as if bitten by a venomous snake.

Kong Wange gave him a puzzled look.

She thought their relationship would improve after that night, but why did the man seem even more distant from her than before?

The fire had gone out, and the mountain forest was still damp and chilly in the early morning.

"Which way do we go?" Kong Wange withdrew her hand and asked coldly.

Since the man's resistance was obvious, she saw no need to cling to him.

A barely perceptible hint of embarrassment appeared on Murong Ting's face as he said in a low voice, "Let's get out of the woods and into a more conspicuous place first. If we don't go back all night, Lin Cheng will definitely send someone to look for us."

Kong Wange nodded.

Murong Ting walked ahead, his steps uneven, towards the edge of the woods, while she silently followed behind.

The two hadn't walked far when they suddenly heard footsteps in the distance.

The two exchanged a glance, and Murong Ting spoke first: "Let's hide behind the tree."