Shi Heng said that it was Renault who helped her find it. When she was unconscious, she still remembered some childhood memories. She must see him when she gets better.
Sunlight filled the ward. Gu Youran leaned against Shi Heng's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
The two words "Youbao" rise and fall slightly with the heartbeat, like a vow engraved in life.
She raised her face and looked into his eyes as deep as the sea, where only her figure was reflected.
"Ah Heng..."
She called softly.
"Um?"
Shi Heng lowered his head and rubbed his nose against hers.
"I love you……"
Shi Heng's eyes darkened, "Not enough, say it again."
"I love you."
"Again……"
"I love you, I love you! Ugh..."
Outside the door, the bodyguards tacitly stepped back a few steps to give the couple who had gone through so much trouble some private space.
…
The other side.
"ah--"
Mu Xuewei's screams echoed in the stone underground operating room.
Her limbs were fixed to the operating table with special belts, and cold sweat had soaked through her clothes.
The man in black robe stood in the shadows, grinding her newly reshaped cheekbones with a bone file in his hand, making a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound.
"Be patient."
A hoarse voice came from behind the silver mask, "Jiuchen's bones need sharper lines."
Mu Xuewei saw her changing face through the reflection of the operating light.
The bridge of the nose is being reshaped to be more upright, the angle of the jawline is being adjusted, and even the hairline is being redesigned.
The strangest thing was the newly implanted red teardrop mole at the corner of her left eye, which was beating slightly with her pulse.
"Why... choose me?"
With every word she spoke, a tearing pain shot through her newly formed cheekbones.
The black-robed man chuckled and waved the scalpel in front of her eyes, "Because only those who have been deeply hurt by Shi Heng can afford to keep this tear mole."
"It not only sucks your blood, but also your hatred."
The man in black robe used a silver needle to prick the skin behind her ear.
Mu Xuewei saw in the mirror that her earlobes were getting thinner and gradually forming a perfect teardrop shape.
Exactly the same as Jiuchen's ears on the sheepskin scroll.
"Bone remodeling can cause severe pain for 72 hours."
The black-robed man pushed a tube of blue potion into her vein. "Once you fully recover, you will be the most perfect work."
When the needle was pulled out, he deliberately shook the remaining potion and said, "The only difference is the tear mole at the corner of your eye that absorbs blood."
Mu Xuewei suddenly convulsed violently.
Her body was rejecting this forced transformation, and a walnut-sized blood clot was bulging on her newly formed nose.
The man in black robe was quick-witted and injected a shot of tranquilizer into her carotid artery.
"Go to sleep."
In a daze, someone applied cold ointment on her festering eyelids.
"In seven days, you will become the real Jiuchen."
…
The old house of the Shi family.
At that time, the old lady was holding a pair of scissors and concentrating on trimming a precious orchid.
Her movements were graceful, and every cut was just right.
Su Manyun stood by, handing over tools from time to time, with a perfect smile on her face.
"Mom, look at how beautifully this 'Suguan Heding' tree is blooming. It seems like it bloomed just for you."
The old lady smiled slightly and said, "Flowers bloom and fall in their own time, and you can't force it."
Just as the two were chatting, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the garden.
"Mom! You have to make the decision for me!"
Shi Zhengfeng stumbled into the garden, his suit disheveled and beads of sweat on his forehead.
"thump--"
He knelt heavily on the ground, his eyes red.
“Dang—”
At this moment, the scissors in the old lady's hand fell and bounced twice on the bluestone slab.
"Zhengfeng?"
The old lady's voice was obviously trembling, and her hand unconsciously grasped Su Manyun's arm, "What happened?"
Su Manyun immediately helped the old lady steady herself.
"Mom, that brat Shi Heng has suspended all my duties and won't even let me into the office!"
Shi Zhengfeng's voice was hoarse, his eyes bloodshot, "I am his uncle!"
Su Manyun interrupted at the right time, "How could Ah Heng do this? Zheng Feng is his uncle after all."
Her voice was gentle, but every word pierced her heart. "If this gets out, what will others say about our Shi family?"
Mrs. Shi took a deep breath and steadied herself. "Zhengfeng, tell me honestly, what did you do to make Heng'er treat you like this?"
Shi Zhengfeng's eyes flickered as he stammered, "I... I just made a small mistake at work..."
"A small mistake?"
A calm male voice came from the garden entrance.
Shi Zhengyang walked slowly towards them holding his wife Tao Nianwan's hand.
Although he is over 60 years old, he has a tall and straight figure and his every move reveals the demeanor of a successful entrepreneur.
Tao Nianwan was wearing a simple and elegant beige coat, with a silk scarf around her neck fluttering in the wind.
She stood quietly beside her husband, her temperament gentle yet sharp.
"Brother! Your son is too cruel!"
Shi Zhengfeng turned around and shouted, his voice full of grievance and anger.
Shi Zhengyang let go of his wife's hand, walked to his brother, and looked down at him.
"Haven't you given me enough trouble over the years?"
His voice was steady, but each word was as firm as a hammer. "Last year, you secretly contacted competitors to raise the price for the South City project. Two years ago, during the board election, you joined forces with several directors to try to oust me. Not to mention all the rigged operations you've been doing in the Finance Department over the years."
Shi Zhengfeng's face turned pale and blue, "You...what evidence do you have?"
"evidence?"
Shi Zhengyang pulled out a USB drive from his suit pocket. "Heng has sorted everything out. Do you want to go to the study and take a look now?"
"Zhengyang," the old lady rubbed her temples, her voice full of fatigue, "why don't you go back to the group? Heng'er was too ruthless this time. After all, he is your uncle..."
"Mom," Shi Zhengyang gently held the old lady's hand, "You know, Heng'er has always been sensible in what he does."
"Just over ten days after taking over, the group's stock price hit a record high. As an old man, I can no longer keep up with the pace of the young people."
He walked back to Tao Nianwan and naturally took his wife's hand.
He has been doing this for thirty years, but today he takes it especially seriously.
"Wanwan," his voice was incredibly gentle, "when Youran wakes up, we'll go traveling."
His fingers gently stroked the shallow scar on the inside of his wife's wrist.
That was the mark left behind when she was most desperate.
“Pah—”
Tao Nianwan's tears fell on their clasped hands.
"I still want to..." She choked and took out a yellowed sketchbook from her bag, "Return to the 'Nian Wan' brand..."
Shi Zhengyang took the notebook, his fingertips trembling.
This is a brand founded by my wife.
Turning to the last page, he saw the new design he had secretly placed next to his wife's pillow last week.
A pair of intertwined wedding rings with "SY&TY" engraved on the inner ring.
"We're together."
He kissed his wife's fingertips, "I'll be your assistant this time."
This scene was like a sharp knife piercing Su Manyun's heart.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.
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