Chapter 91 Chapter 91 Yu Wan, I hate you
squeak.
With a gentle sound, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a round-faced nurse brought Yu Wan in, her eyes unable to help but glance at Yu Wan.
She emphasized seriously, "Ms. Yu, normally visitors aren't allowed during this time, but Dr. Zhou has instructed otherwise, so please feel free to visit. Just be sure not to disturb the patient's rest. Mr. Fu, like you, suffered a mild concussion and a fractured left arm. He had surgery, and the anesthetic has worn off. He'll probably wake up today."
The round-faced nurse brought a chair and asked Yu Wan to sit beside the bed.
Yu Wan said softly, "I understand. Thank you."
Yu Wan was so easygoing that the round-faced nurse felt embarrassed. "Nothing, I'll be leaving now. If you need anything, just ring the nurse's bell."
The round-faced nurse finished speaking and tiptoed out of the ward.
Only Yu Wan and Fu Zhiyao were left in the room.
She sat quietly beside the bed, her eyes slowly and sluggishly sweeping across Fu Zhiyao's face. Even in sleep, his sharp, dark eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyelashes trembled from time to time, as if he was haunted by a nightmare, revealing a strong sense of uneasiness and panic.
Yu Wan thought of what Cheng Liang said.
"That crazy woman was desperate. Our car flipped over and stopped on the green belt. Her car ran over the green belt and hit a tree before it came to a stop..."
The center of gravity of the overturned car was almost on Yu Wan's side, and the front of the car was tilted up. In the entire car, only Cheng Liang and Fu Zhiyao were awake. Cheng Liang had unlocked the door safety lock long before the collision and lowered all four windows. Cold wind and rain poured in through the open windows.
After confirming that Cheng Liang was able to move, Fu Zhiyao began to unfasten Yu Wan's seat belt. The car door was twisted and dented, and he could not open it by his own strength. He could only escape through the narrow window.
Cheng Liang finally climbed out of the car, but he fell in panic and sprained his foot. He dragged his injured foot and quickly arranged for the two bodyguards who came after him.
One of them called for help and evacuated the scene, while the other worked with him to try to rescue the two people trapped in the car.
Turning around and seeing the scene inside the car, Cheng Liang was stunned.
Fu Zhiyao's arm had been fractured for a long time, but he was unconscious. His black hair was disheveled by the rain and stuck to both sides of his temples. Blood flowed down along his brow bone, staining his pale lips red. He looked clearly in a mess, but his calm expression made him look even more crazy. Fu Zhiyao hugged the unconscious Yu Wan tightly with his arms, indicating that he should save her first.
Cheng Liang didn't know how to describe Fu Zhiyao at that time. He seemed to be immersed in a world with only himself and Yu Wan. He stared at the unconscious Yu Wan the whole time in the ambulance, as if he would immediately strangle the woman who crashed the car if the doctor said that Yu Wan could not be saved.
Yu Wan's gaze fell on Fu Zhiyao's tightly wrapped left hand.
In order to save her, this hand was over-loaded and the fracture turned into a bone. The fingers that originally had distinct joints were now swollen like carrots, and the other intact hand was now covered with abrasions.
Yu Wan thought it was still pretty, but Fu Zhiyao, who attached so much importance to his personal image, would find it ugly.
Yu Wan's nose felt sore and her eyes were moist.
Although Cheng Liang did not describe it clearly, Yu Wan knew how difficult it was to save someone at the scene of a car accident, not to mention that she was unconscious.
How did Fu Zhiyao suppress his fear of a car accident and save her?
Song Chuchu said that she stole her life. If she hadn't become the person who changed everything, would Fu Zhiyao not be like this now?
She knew that she was a minor supporting role, so she should have been content to be a minor supporting role instead of getting involved in the cause and effect of the protagonist.
The more she thought about it, the more painful Yu Wan felt. She lowered her head, and her tears silently fell on the sheets, leaving dark dots.
“…Why are you crying?”
Yu Wan looked up suddenly, and the dizziness made her vision seem to be covered with mist. Fu Zhiyao's face was blurred, and Yu Wan could not see his expression for a moment.
Finally, a cold hand grasped hers, "I'm fine."
Her vision gradually cleared, and Yu Wan saw Fu Zhiyao smiling at her with the corners of his mouth pulled up. She was so angry that she slapped his hand and said fiercely, "You're almost dead, and you're still smiling!"
"Hiss, it hurts."
Fu Zhiyao frowned pretentiously, and Yu Wan was frightened. She held his hand and looked at it carefully.
Fu Zhiyao laughed out loud, this time really pulling at the wound. He spoke with a heavier breath, muttering, "I'm kidding. There's anesthetic, it doesn't hurt."
Yu Wan's eyes were sore again.
The anesthetic effect has long worn off.
She turned her head away and didn't look at Fu Zhiyao. Fu Zhiyao hooked her finger, and it was like willow catkins floating in the spring, brushing across her fingertips.
Fu Zhiyao said, "What about you? Are you crying because your wound hurts too much?"
Yu Wan wanted to shake her head, but her head was dizzy, so she could only say, "No."
"That's because you're feeling regretful. You think if you hadn't met Song Chuchu, the car accident wouldn't have happened." Fu Zhiyao said.
This sentence hit what Yu Wan was thinking.
Yu Wan turned her gaze back and began to suspect that Fu Zhiyao was the worm in her stomach.
After a long silence, she brought up a completely unrelated topic: "Do you believe in the fictional world that Song Chuchu talks about?"
"Do you believe that I have the ability to hear other people's thoughts?"
Fu Zhiyao brought up another irrelevant topic.
Yu Wan looked at him in confusion.
Fu Zhiyao leaned back on the hospital bed with a pillow behind him. His eyes were half a head higher than Yu Wan's. He looked at her with his eyes slightly lowered, and there was a genuine calmness in his dark eyes.
Fu Zhiyao: "So, even if this is really a novel world, the plot has been different from the beginning."
Because of the power of his mind, Fu Zhiyao always felt more deception and pain than happiness. He didn't understand why those adults with smiling faces cursed their parents' business failures in their hearts. He didn't understand why those who were already wealthy often became more greedy.
The reality of the world collapsed upon him before he could feel its sincerity.
Before meeting Yu Wan, he had never considered marriage or love.
He had seen too many couples who liked to be together because of animal reproductive instinct or fragility, but later because their feelings faded, they became hostile to each other and did not hesitate to use the most cruel ways to hurt each other's hearts.
Vicious insults and despicable slander are all the products of the dissipation of emotions.
Rather than saying that Fu Zhiyao does not expect love, it is better to say that he resists love.
How can we quantify and rate something that cannot be touched or seen? If it cannot be quantified, what is the meaning of love between you loving me and me loving you?
A beautiful love like that of his parents requires the blessing of fate.
The right time, the right place, and the right people are all essential; none of them can be missing.
So when Uncle Qin asked him whether he liked Yu Wan, the first thought that came to his mind was that he probably would not get married.
But liking this kind of thing is indeed beyond one's control.
He clearly couldn't see through Yu Wan's heart, but he could always capture her inner thoughts from her expressions and actions, and vaguely touch her true heart. This feeling was particularly wonderful.
How could he fall in love with someone when he couldn't read their mind?
Fu Zhiyao was sure that his love was not the love caused by the suspension bridge effect during the car accident in Gangcheng. He liked Yu Wan. He was happy when he saw her and nervous when he was close to her. He would unconsciously pay attention to her condition. When he saw her smile, he would unconsciously curl up the corners of his mouth. When he saw her depressed, his heart felt as heavy as if a stone was pressing on it.
His emotions were affected by the other person's every frown and smile, but he didn't hate this uncontrollable feeling at all.
Let him feel that pain is also a kind of sweetness.
"If you believe what Song Chuchu said, then you should believe what I say even more."
"What?"
"I like you."
Fu Zhiyao looked at her straight.
Yu Wan was speechless.
She thought that the reason she never said "I like you" to Fu Zhiyao might be because she was influenced by the plot of the novel.
Fu Zhiyao is the male protagonist, and he is just a cannon fodder who caused Song Chuchu and Yu Heya to break up their mother-daughter relationship. The two are not comparable at all.
Because of her, this car accident happened, and it could have been avoided.
Faced with Fu Zhiyao's confession again, Yu Wan remained silent. She avoided Fu Zhiyao's burning gaze and stared at her own hand. Her fingertips were less than one centimeter away from Fu Zhiyao's fingertips. As long as she covered them, Fu Zhiyao would definitely know what she meant.
She didn't move.
Fu Zhiyao's heart suddenly ached, and at a certain moment, he felt like he couldn't breathe.
After a while, Yu Wan stiffly changed the subject. She stood up and said, "Why hasn't the doctor come yet? I'll go get Doctor Zhou."
Just as she took a step, the corner of her clothes was pulled, and a warm object pressed against her back, gently bumping her body and heart.
Fu Zhiyao rested his forehead on the left side of Yu Wan's back, which was the position closest to his heart.
He was not very strong, and Yu Wan could easily break free, but she didn't do that. She heard Fu Zhiyao's trembling and hoarse voice.
"Yu Wan, I'm scared."
Yu Wan blamed the car accident on her, and so did Fu Zhiyao. Wasn't the cause of Song Chuchu's revenge his all-round suppression of Yufeng and Haidu?
At a certain moment when the car overturned, he seemed to have a vision of the scene before his parents died. He was like a tiny ant that had no power to fight back and could only passively wait for the judgment of fate.
So when he was reborn, he even threw away his fear and relief. He wanted Yu Wan to be alive. If Yu Wan was hurt because of him and could never wake up again, what would be the point of his revenge and plan.
It's just a repeat of the same mistakes.
Six years ago, he couldn't save his parents, and six years later, he couldn't protect Yu Wan.
The forehead against her back was as hot as her tears, almost burning two holes in her clothes. Yu Wan's eyelashes trembled and her throat became dry and tight.
"Fu Zhiyao, I..."
"There's no need to blame yourself or feel guilty." Fu Zhiyao seemed to know what Yu Wan was going to say and interrupted her before she could speak. "Don't say sorry either. I'm the one who should be sorry. Has my love for you put pressure and burden on you? I told you not to rush to give an answer, but the more I say it, the more urgent and awkward it becomes, right?"
Yu Wan did nothing wrong. He was just too greedy and didn't know how to restrain himself. He was taking advantage of the situation and wanted Yu Wan to be closer to him.
Even if Yu Wan despised him for crying out loud as a sign of weakness, just this once, let him be more greedy.
He tightened his jaw, holding back the sob in his throat, his eyes reddened: "One minute... Yu Wan, lend me a minute, let me lean on you for a while, okay?"
Fu Zhiyao heard Yu Wan sigh softly.
"Can."
The nails of his right hand, which was pinching the corner of Yu Wan's clothes, turned white from the force. After a moment, he loosened his grip. His scarred hand, like a tentacle, tentatively wrapped Yu Wan's waist around his arm, fitting them together perfectly.
Fu Zhiyao said: "...Your clothes seem to be wet, will you blame me?"
Yu Wan said, "No."
Fu Zhiyao continued, "There's a colorful polka-dot pen holder on your desk. You said it was the cup you failed to squeeze. Can you give it to me?"
Yu Wan said, "If you don't think it's ugly, then yes."
Fu Zhiyao's forehead was still resting on Yu Wan's back, and he rubbed it gently with affection, like a tired bird returning to the forest, or floating clouds leaning against the mountain.
He spoke softly, tears silently falling from his eyes.
"Yu Wan, I hate you."
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