Chapter 115. "I love you, He Yan..."
"Girl, are you alright?"
The taxi driver glanced at Wen Xue through the rearview mirror and asked with concern.
Wen Xue explained the whole story to Zhou Zhan over the phone, omitting the fact that she had seen the contents of the scriptures in He Yan's study. Although the time seemed to stretch on endlessly, like an eternity, she only realized a few minutes had passed when she turned on her phone.
She became increasingly certain that He Yan was in danger; otherwise, knowing him as she did, he wouldn't have taken so long to return her calls.
Wang Yuan hasn't replied yet either.
Either he hasn't found He Yan yet, or he has found him but doesn't have time to call back.
Either way, it caused her immense suffering.
If her suspicions are true, then this is a premeditated attack against He Yan. It's utterly inhumane. Li Hang's sister is pregnant, and it's possible that being bumped into while she's taking a walk wasn't just a coincidence. Moreover, He Heng's unexpected death is a wound that He Yan will never heal in his lifetime, and he will never let anyone else experience the same thing.
Therefore, at this fork in the road, he would definitely send Li Hang to the hospital.
He wouldn't hesitate for a second.
She knew him too well. Every day, he would think to himself, "If someone saw He Heng going into the water to save someone, how wonderful that would be!"
He knows so many friends, and he has helped so many people.
He will do everything he can to contact his friends and rush to the lake as soon as possible, so that someone can rescue He Heng when he is exhausted and drowning.
Someone is exploiting his weaknesses to plot against him.
As she thought about it, Wen Xue finally let her tears fall.
"No, it's nothing." Wen Xue raised her hand, wiping away her tears haphazardly, sobbing uncontrollably, "Thank you..."
As the taxi waited at the green light, her tightly clutched phone suddenly rang. Through her teary eyes, she looked at it and saw a few tears dripping onto the screen. Instantly, her heart leaped into her throat. It was He Yan calling back!
Wen Xue quickly answered the call, but dared not speak after it connected.
She was so scared.
I'm so afraid it will be like that night.
"What if things go wrong three times already?" A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, yet it didn't feel quite familiar. He seemed to be suppressing pain, his voice low and tense, each word as if squeezed out with great effort and difficulty.
Upon hearing his voice, Wen Xue could no longer hold back, going from choking back sobs to weeping, and finally bursting into tears.
It's him, it's him!
Even at this point, what he was worried about was whether she would forgive him.
Wang Yuan's anxious voice came through: "Brother, Brother Yan—no, don't move, give me the phone! I'll talk to her, please, don't move, please, can you just lie still!"
Wen Xue stopped crying and asked helplessly, "What's wrong? Are you alright? Are you hurt? What happened?"
He Yan grunted, but it wasn't very clear. He probably moved the phone away a little, not wanting her to hear.
He paused for a moment and said, "Don't worry, we're on our way to the hospital."
Wen Xue sobbed.
Her mind went blank and she didn't know what to say, and he didn't hang up either.
They both remained silent. She listened to his heavy breathing from the pain, and he listened to her sobs. This moment of rebirth was so rare and precious; she was silently asking herself again and again, "Are you there? Are you still there?"
He Yan didn't want to give the phone to Wang Yuan, and he was also well aware of her thoughts.
So no matter how much pain, how tired he was, or how much he wanted to fall asleep, he persevered.
After a moment, Wen Xue regained a sliver of clarity, and her disordered breathing gradually calmed down. She asked the taxi driver to change the route; she would not go to the old town, but instead go to the hospital.
She rolled down the car window, the warm air drying her tears. Her voice was soft: "I will only forgive you if you... are alright."
This is in response to his question.
She couldn't care less about all that; it didn't matter if she had to hide it again. All she wanted was for him to be safe and alive.
He Yan replied softly, "Okay."
…
Wen Xue and He Yan remained on the phone for a long time.
He was telling her in this way that he was okay, that he would get better. She got out of the taxi, grabbed her phone, and rushed into the hospital. The whistling wind in her ears told her that this time was really different from the last.
She will see He Yan, who is breathing and has a heartbeat.
He promised her that he would stay by her side for the rest of his life.
He cannot break his promise.
Hospital emergency room.
As He Yan was being wheeled in to treat his injuries, he glanced at his phone, which was still connected. Due to excessive blood loss, his face was pale. When he handed the phone to Wang Yuan, his body trembled uncontrollably. He barely mustered his strength to instruct, "Wait until she... hang up when she arrives."
She would feel scared and panicked if the phone call ended.
Wang Yuan's eyes reddened, and he nodded frantically, "I know, I know."
He had been by Yan Ge's side for so long, experiencing many things together. He watched He Yan become Yan Ge, and then become President He and Boss He in people's mouths. In his heart, Yan Ge was the older brother he admired and trusted the most, and that had never changed. This was the first time he had seen the invincible Yan Ge so vulnerable, and he felt both sad and fortunate.
"Why are you crying?"
He Yan chuckled and reassured her, "It's alright."
At the entrance of the emergency room, the medical staff and other patients were stunned. They saw Wang Yuan, a tall man, squatting on the ground, holding his head and wailing.
When Wen Xue arrived, this was the scene she saw. She was stunned for a few seconds, her throat tightening and aching.
The scene before me seemed to overlap with a late night from several years ago.
She walked over unsteadily and stood awkwardly in front of Wang Yuan, one of her shoes missing.
Wang Yuan, still holding his phone, looked up, tears streaming down his face. He stared at Wen Xue's face, which was even paler than Yan Ge's. He paused for a moment, then quickly wiped away his tears. He opened his mouth, about to speak, when she asked with a wandering gaze, "Is he still alive?"
“Alive, really alive!” Wang Yuan realized his actions had caused her to misunderstand. “Really,” he pointed to the emergency room, “Brother Yan went in to get stitches…”
Wen Xue's legs went weak, and she almost fell.
Wang Yuan got up to help her, but she avoided him. Her gaze faltered slightly as she slowly approached the emergency room, leaning against the wall, holding her breath and listening intently, as if trying to hear his breathing through the wall. In reality, she couldn't hear anything, but this made her feel at ease.
A long time passed, so long that Zhou Zhan, who was far away in Huacheng, rushed over.
Wu Yuejiang also sent a message saying that he was at the airport and would arrive in Xicheng around midnight.
Wang Yuan and Li Hang cooperated with the police to give their statements.
The emergency room door opened, and the doctors and nurses came out. Wen Xue felt like she was having a long dream. She stood up straight, and for some reason, she felt timid at this moment, until she saw He Yan, who had changed into a hospital gown. He was sitting in a wheelchair, looking both weak and strong.
He reached out his uninjured left hand to her, wanting to take her hand and hug her, to tell her that he was alright.
Hearing the snow, tears streamed down her face.
He Yan was very weak and had difficulty speaking; his voice was barely audible. But she still heard him and it touched her heart. He was asking her why she wasn't wearing shoes.
…
Zhou Zhan had arranged a private ward at a private hospital on his way there, but He Yan didn't want to make a fuss, so he had to give up. Wen Xue had already returned to normal, with a faint smile on her face, and insisted on seeing Zhou Zhan to the hospital parking lot. She knew that she would still have to trouble Zhou Zhan to handle the rest.
The two remained silent in the sedan chair for a moment.
Wen Xue looked gentle and kind, but Zhou Zhan still couldn't hide his guilt in front of her. Firstly, it was his own younger brother who had caused all this trouble and made a mess of their lives. Secondly, he always felt that he hadn't protected He Yan's safety.
"Don't worry," Zhou Zhan assured him in a deep voice, "Nothing like this will ever happen again."
He had initially thought that Zhou Xian's real target was him, since it wasn't the first time. Zhou Xian had indeed been making constant underhanded moves lately, all arranged before the incident, even troubling his wife and daughter. Now, thinking back, he realized that Zhou Xian had been playing a game of chess long ago, a game known as feinting to the east while attacking in the west.
However, he was still puzzled.
As far as he knew, Zhou Xian and He Yan did not have any deep-seated hatred.
Apart from……
Zhou Zhan looked at Wen Xue, paused for a few seconds, and said sincerely, "It was my oversight."
Wen Xue forced a smile, stepped out of the car two steps behind him, and in the quiet, stuffy parking lot, her voice was somewhat weak as she suddenly asked, "Mr. Zhou, is your daughter... alright?"
Zhou Zhan paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "Very good. She'll be one year old soon. I'll bring her to meet her godparents next time I have the chance."
Her godfather is He Yan, and her godmother is her.
"That's wonderful." A warm feeling washed over Wen Xue, for the little girl she had only seen in photos and videos.
In the ward, Wu Yuejiang, who had rushed back to Xicheng, flipped through the medical records with suspicion. Knife wounds requiring stitches, fractures, bleeding. The more he looked, the more solemn his expression became. Had he been having bad luck these past two years? Why were there so many disasters? If he had known it would be this unsettling, he would have stopped him from going to America no matter what.
Wu Yuejiang looked at He Yan, who was sitting on the hospital bed, with a heavy heart, and said in a low voice, "You're not surprised at all, did you already guess it?"
He Yan was helpless.
He's a human being, not a god; how could he possibly foresee everything?
As long as Zhou Xian still wants to see Wen Xue, he will not let him go. And fate does not want to let go of this person who changed the course of his life. Sooner or later, this will happen. It is better to come sooner than later.
He just didn't expect that the person who saved him would be Wen Xue.
If she hadn't noticed, he would probably be in serious trouble even if he survived.
"madman."
Wu Yuejiang gritted his teeth and cursed.
He was cursing Zhou Xian, but also He Yan. He had never seen anyone so crazy, whether in business or in love. In all his years, this was the first time he had ever seen two people truly risk their lives for each other.
He Yan remained noncommittal.
He glanced out of the ward every now and then. Wen Xue hadn't returned yet. "Old Wu, it's late. Don't stay here any longer. If you're worried, get a room at a hotel near the hospital and rest."
Wu Yuejiang deliberately provoked him: "I'll be your caregiver and stay by your bedside."
"..." He Yan aggravated his wound, wincing in pain. "No need."
He has a girlfriend now, so he doesn't need his brothers anymore.
Wu Yuejiang muttered curses, turning his head away to hide his reddened eyes. "So what if I prioritize women over friends? As long as my buddy is alright, I'll do anything."
In the parking lot, Wen Xue watched Zhou Zhan leave in his car. She stood there for a while, then turned around and pressed the elevator button. Instead of going upstairs, she went to the first floor. It was late at night and the place was deserted. She went to the vending machine, inserted coins, and bought a can of Coke.
She dragged her heavy steps, sat down in front of the corridor, and emptied her mind, staring blankly as she sipped her cola.
Give me your phone.
He Yan waited for a long time but still didn't see Wen Xue. He felt a little panicked, afraid that she was sulking, or even more afraid that she was hiding and crying. He urged Wu Yuejiang to return the phone to him.
Wu Yuejiang sneered: "Now you know you're in a hurry?"
It's only because his sister is kind-hearted; if he had been in that situation, he would have turned around and left long ago.
"Old Wu," He Yan frowned, "hurry up."
Wu Yuejiang rolled her eyes, tossed him her phone, grabbed her own bag, and said irritably, "I'm going to find her. I owe you something from my past life."
He Yan took the phone. Typing with his left hand was difficult for him, so he typed it out word by word and sent: 【Where did you go?】
Wenxue did not reply.
He grew increasingly anxious, wishing he could pull out the IV needle and go find her.
Downstairs, Wenxue finished a can of cola, and her complexion improved. While waiting for the elevator, she bumped into Wu Yuejiang, who looked travel-worn.
The two looked at each other, both showing smiles of relief, lingering fear, and a sense of relief.
“He’s waiting for you. If you go up a few minutes later, he’ll sneak away from the nurses and come down to find you.” Wu Yuejiang shrugged. “He never takes his health seriously. I can’t control him. Why don’t you give it a try? He’ll listen to you.”
Wen Xue smiled.
As she was about to step into the elevator, Wu Yuejiang comforted her, "Don't think too much about it, he's a tough guy."
Its nature is harder than rock, and so is its fate.
A tear glistened in Wen Xue's eyes. "Mmm."
…
In the early morning, all was quiet.
He Yan was able to hold on until now entirely thanks to his willpower. He was completely exhausted. Lying on the hospital bed, listening to Wen Xue's even breathing, he couldn't resist the drowsiness and slowly fell asleep. His left arm hung down, and even in his sleep, he held her hand tightly, as if afraid that she would leave him.
After he fell asleep, Wen Xue opened her eyes.
She quietly sat up from the small bed, and by the bright moonlight outside the window, she gazed at him intently, her eyes lingering on his eyebrows, nose, and thin lips. She moved closer and closer to him, reaching out to check his breath, and tears streamed down her face.
She didn't want to sleep, nor dared to sleep, and would only breathe a sigh of relief when the sun rose and she was sure it wasn't a dream.
He Yan did not sleep soundly.
He instinctively reached for her hand, but his palm was empty. He was instantly wide awake, his heart pounded, and he opened his eyes. His gaze fell on Wen Xue standing by the window. Dawn was breaking, and her figure seemed to be floating, as if she would disappear in the blink of an eye.
"What's wrong?"
Wen Xue was staring blankly at the sky when, unexpectedly, He Yan's slightly hoarse voice came from behind her. He was very close to her and tentatively hugged her from behind, not even frowning when he touched her wound.
"without."
She shook her head gently and whispered about something else: "I saw what you wrote."
He Yan's breath hitched: "Hmm."
"I was very angry at first, but I'm not angry now." Her voice was very low. "I know you did it for my own good."
I know that everything you've done, your selflessness and recklessness, is for me.
He Yan remained silent, unsure whether to praise her for her conscience, but he felt guilty about it. "What else do you know?"
"I still know you love me."
Hearing her soft tone, He Yan felt the alarm temporarily lifted, so he took advantage of the situation and leaned close to her neck, saying vaguely, "Then tell me something I don't know."
"I love you, He Yan."
He froze, his expression stiff, as if someone had struck his pressure points.
He thought he was delirious from the IV drip and was experiencing hallucinations. His throat felt dry and blocked by something, so much so that he forgot how to speak.
Wen Xue gazed steadily into the distance.
The summer sun rises early, full of vitality, breaking through the clouds and ushering in the new season.
She began to understand why he liked to watch the sunrise after losing He Heng; he wanted to draw hope and strength from the sunrise and sunset of each day.
He's still alive, and that's enough.
She turned around, her clear eyes looking at him intently. Unlike her initial vulnerability, her eyes were now filled with stubbornness and determination. "Before, you came to me and asked if I wanted to go with you. Now I want to ask you, do you want to go with me in the future?"
He Yan gazed intently at her.
At that moment, it seemed as if the world consisted only of the two of them. "Fine, since you saved my life, whatever you say goes from now on."
Wen Xue paused for a moment, then said, "It was Wang Yuan who saved you."
"..."
He Yan wanted to laugh but held it in. He didn't argue with her about it. "There's a condition."
Hearing his familiar tone, Wen Xue smiled and said, "Go ahead."
Say that sentence again.
"Which sentence?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
"Just that one sentence, the three-word one."
"I don't understand what you're saying, I've forgotten."
This would be the death of He Yan. He could hardly even say the words "I'm sorry," let alone say them aloud. Writing them down on paper was involuntary, but saying them face to face was like locking his tongue.
Wen Xue smiled broadly.
Forget it, she didn't want to force him. She heard those three words every day, in the way he looked at her, in the gaps between every word he said to her, they were always there, like a shadow.
a long time.
As the sun rose, He Yan whispered, "I love you."
If there is a lock on his heart and on his lips, then the key is in her hands.
Only she has it; only she can open this lock.
(End of text)
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