"Brother!" Shen Shuyuan cried out hoarsely, wanting to hug Shen Jinmo.
Even a corpse.
Shen Jiarui's eyes also reddened upon hearing this devastating news.
But right now, it seems that Shen Shuyuan is suffering an even greater blow than I am.
Worried that Shen Shuyuan's body couldn't hold on, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pulled her away, saying, "The dead are gone, don't bother your elder brother anymore."
"Get away from me! I don't believe it! My brother won't die! He absolutely won't die!" Shen Shuyuan shook her head desperately, tightly holding Shen Jinmo's hand and placing it on her face to warm it up.
Shen Jiarui, standing behind him, sniffed.
He only knew that Shen Shuyuan listened to her older brother Shen Jinmo, relied on him, and admired him.
But seeing her crying like this for him, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
He quietly turned around, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and left the hospital.
The corridor outside the operating room.
Shen Shuyuan held onto Shen Jinmo's body tightly, refusing to let the nurses move it even an inch.
"Brother, please open your eyes and look at me. It's me, Shuyuan. Your birthday is coming up soon, and I haven't shown you the birthday present I prepared for you this year. I drew a comic book based on you, but I'm afraid you'll laugh at me if I show it to you. I'm also afraid you won't like it." Shen Shuyuan took out a small sketchbook from her bag.
She turned the pages one by one.
The album is full of pictures of Shen Jinmo.
Some were dressed in loungewear, some in suits, some were serious and unsmiling during meetings, some were leisurely and methodical while eating, and some were dashing and unrestrained while driving.
Each one is like a photograph turned into a painting.
As the nurse standing by the bed turned the pages of the picture book that Shen Shuyuan had opened, she was overwhelmed with grief upon seeing the faces and voices of the deceased.
This Miss Shen must really respect and love her brother.
“Ms. Lu, we need to move Mr. Shen’s body to the morgue. Your family should discuss this and contact the funeral home as soon as possible. The body cannot stay in the morgue for more than two weeks.”
"No. Let's see who dares to move. I haven't finished talking to my brother yet." Shen Shuyuan put down the sketchbook in her hand, stood up, and glared at the nurses. Her sharp eyes were as terrifying as knives.
Several nurses reluctantly released the bed and left temporarily.
After everyone left, Shen Shuyuan brazenly grabbed Shen Jinmo's hand, "I'm sorry, brother, it's all my fault."
Self-blame and remorse filled my heart.
The pain of losing him was excruciating, so intense that she could hardly breathe.
"What did you do wrong?" Suddenly, Shen Jinmo on the hospital bed opened his eyes.
His weak voice was kept very low.
Startled, Shen Shuyuan took a step back and quickly released Shen Jinmo's hand.
"Brother...you...you're not dead? That's wonderful! You scared me to death." Shen Shuyuan smiled through her tears.
Shen Jinmo glared at her coldly, "Answer my question!"
Shen Shuyuan swallowed hard. "I... I just blame myself for leaving back then. If only I had stayed at the bar a little longer, you wouldn't have been stabbed by your sister-in-law."
"Oh? You saw her stab me with your own eyes?" Shen Jinmo clutched his aching chest and stared at her, questioning her intently.
"I……"
Shen Shuyuan lowered her head.
Shen Jinmo slowly closed his eyes: "Did you see it? I'm asking you one last time."
The deep, magnetic voice was extremely authoritative, and Shen Shuyuan trembled with fear.
"Yes, I saw it."
"So you deliberately let Shen Jiarui tell my mother, making it known to the entire Shen family that she stabbed me, so that my mother would call the police to arrest her?"
Perhaps he was emotionally agitated.
The pain from Shen Jinmo's wound made his brows furrow and his breathing somewhat difficult.
"Brother, I was just angry that my sister-in-law should take responsibility for hurting you. Your life is hanging in the balance, and we were just unwilling to accept it, so we..."
Shen Shuyuan's answer was impeccable, so Shen Jinmo couldn't be too critical of her.
I noticed the picture book by the hospital bed.
Shen Jinmo picked it up and slowly opened it.
The album vividly depicts every look and movement of his own.
He had seen similar paintings before.
It was in a drawer in the study of the Shen family villa.
It was drawn by Lu Zhiwei.
She must have liked to secretly draw herself back then. Later, a pile of her privately collected paintings were found in the study, all of which were her own drawings of him.
"It's very well drawn." Shen Jinmo slowly closed the album.
He remembered that Shen Shuyuan would carefully prepare his birthday gift every year without fail.
I will remember all his preferences.
He always appears immediately when he needs him.
At first, he always thought that she was just an insecure child who wanted his approval.
But today, when he pretended to be dead, she held his hand tightly and cried like this.
It seems to transcend the bond between siblings.
"Do you like me?" Shen Jinmo asked directly without beating around the bush.
His question caught Shen Shuyuan off guard.
She gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her palms sweating slightly, her heart filled with a mix of nervousness, excitement, and fear.
Her feelings, which she had kept hidden for so many years, were still discovered.
"You'd better think carefully before you answer me. I pretended to be dead just now because I thought Lu Zhiwei was outside the operating room. I wanted to test her attitude after seeing me dead, whether she would be sad for me, whether she would shed tears for me. I never expected that the first person to shed tears for me would be you."
"Brother, let me take you back to your ward. Grandma has fainted from fright. Don't make jokes like that again. It's too scary." Shen Shuyuan turned around to call a nurse to help her take Shen Jinmo back to his ward.
"Do you know the art of face painting?" Shen Jinmo asked immediately afterward.
Shen Shuyuan had studied abroad for several years, and he only knew that she studied painting and design. As for the art of facial makeup, he had never heard of her having any experience with it.
But--
If the person who stabbed him this time wasn't Lu Zhiwei.
That could be the woman who likes him.
The half-face makeup that had always been hidden beside him.
The smile vanished from Shen Shuyuan's face as she turned her back.
Beads of sweat rolled down his back.
"Brother, how could I possibly know such a difficult face-painting technique? Besides, even in the entire Artists' Alliance, only the leader of the Artists' Alliance, William, knows this kind of technique. How could an ordinary person learn it?"
"Hmm. Answer my question from earlier." Shen Jinmo brought the topic back to itself.
Shen Shuyuan clenched her fingers tightly, smiled brightly, and turned around: "Brother, what are you thinking? You will always be my brother, and I already have someone I like."
"Is that so?" Shen Jinmo's dark, cold eyes fell on her, chilling and piercing.
Shen Shuyuan nodded vigorously: "Of course, I'm not young anymore, I should have been dating a long time ago."
Who is it? Do I know them?
"You'll find out soon enough," Shen Shuyuan said, feigning shyness as she ran away.
When she returned, she called the doctor and nurses, who together wheeled Shen Jinmo into the VIP ward.
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