Chapter 91
There was a dark tinge under Pei Qingnian's eyes. He was usually a man of great resolution and swiftness, but now his hair was disheveled and a fine, dense stubble was faintly visible around his lips.
The cool breeze of the autumn night was still around me.
It looked like he had rushed here in a hurry and had no time to rest. He looked tired and disheveled.
Hearing Shen Yizhi's apology, his tired brows curved and he gently rubbed her head.
"Zhizhi, it's not your problem, don't blame yourself."
After these words came out, Shen Yizhi wanted to cry even more, but she was afraid of touching Uncle Pei's wound, so she lowered her head and tried not to show her emotions.
Pei Qingnian's eyes naturally fell on her wrapped wrist, and he said softly, "I heard from your father that your hand was injured. How are the rest of your body?"
"Are there any injuries elsewhere?"
Chen Yizhi replied in a muffled voice, "No, only my hands."
At that time, the car hit the tree trunk and the glass was shattered. Instinctively, she subconsciously protected her head with her hands.
The most serious injury was to the hand, while the rest of the body had minor scratches.
"Pei Yanhe exchanged himself for me." She looked at the cold gray floor tiles, as if tears were falling down, and her vision became blurred.
Pei Qingnian was not good at comforting people, so he asked, "Do you want to go in and see him?"
Shen Yizhi raised his head and hesitated, “Is his current condition okay?”
Pei Qingnian said: "Yes, but he is not completely out of danger yet. Only one person can enter the intensive care unit per day."
Only one person can enter per day.
That means he has been squatting at the door and has never gone in.
Is he afraid of something? Or are the father and son still at odds?
Shen Yizhi suddenly became hesitant, "Uncle Pei, why don't you go see him."
"He should want to see you more than me." Pei Qingnian gave her a soothing smile, "Go, Uncle Pei is waiting for you outside."
His words were firm and could not be refused.
Shen Yizhi had no choice but to obey and walked into the intensive care unit.
The sensor door opens and closes.
The smell of disinfectant mixed with medicine in the intensive care unit seemed even stronger.
The harsh "tick-tock" sound was like the turning of a second hand, echoing rhythmically in every corner of the room.
In the center was a medium-sized bed, with a pile of medical equipment at the head of the bed like a wall, making it completely impenetrable.
Shen Yizhi dragged his heavy steps closer and finally saw the person at the head of the bed.
The man lay quietly, with a piece of gauze with faint blood sticking to his forehead, and his body was full of various tubes. His already white skin looked even more deathly white.
He was so quiet that his breathing was barely audible.
Only the flickering symbols on the detector proved that he was still alive.
Shen Yizhi sat down blankly in the accompanying chair beside the bed, his left hand involuntarily clutching the white sheet, trying his best to restrain his trembling.
His eyes were fixed on him.
Her hands and feet gradually became numb, her chest felt so stuffy that she could hardly breathe, and tears seemed to be flowing from the corners of her eyes.
Then, what followed were tears that could no longer be held back, like a bursting dam.
She buried her head gently in him, and a low, extremely suppressed cry was heard.
The man lying on the hospital bed remained motionless, with his eyes closed, as if he was deaf to her cries. He was too quiet.
After a while, Shen Yizhi seemed to have recovered, raised her moist eyes and looked at him, cursing as if venting her anger.
"Fool."
“…”
"Pei Shanshan, you're such a fool!"
“…”
"I never want to talk to you again!"
The only response she got was the mechanical "ticking" sound of a heartbeat detector.
Shen Yizhi bit her lower lip, as if she would bleed in the next second, and threatened as if talking to herself with a crying voice.
"Pei Shanshan, when you wake up, I will break up with you!"
The safety lock that he usually hid in his clothes now slipped out.
Compared with this scene, it is surprisingly inconsistent.
Shen Yizhi wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, stared at the safety lock for two seconds, and then took off the safety lock hanging on the red rope around her neck with one hand.
She held it in her palm and took a look.
It was warm, with a bit of her body temperature.
The next second, she resolutely stuffed it into his cold, stiff palm.
The peace lock that had never been taken off came into his hand.
This time, she gave him her peace.
May he be safe, healthy and free from illness.
Always... by her side.
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After coming out of the intensive care unit, Pei Qingnian was still standing there dejectedly against the wall.
Shen Yizhi wiped away her tears, walked forward, and said with a normal expression.
"Uncle Pei, he looks fine. He will probably wake up soon. Don't worry."
Pei Qingnian knew that this was her way of comforting him, so he curled his lips calmly and said, "Okay."
After returning to the ward.
Shen Yizhi stood in front of the window, gazing at the thick night.
There is not a single star in the sky tonight, and even the moon is hidden in the clouds.
The door behind him opened.
Shen Yizhi turned his head and looked over, "Dad."
Perhaps due to the bond between father and daughter, Chen Dongliang seemed to sense something. He closed the door and stood beside her. "Do you need my help?"
Shen Yizhi looked at him, with a rare serious expression, "Dad, this car accident was not an accident. Someone tampered with my car."
"I know." Shen Dongliang said, "I asked Uncle Wang, and he told me everything."
Changing the subject, he continued, "I sent someone to investigate, and they didn't leave any evidence. They did it very cleanly. If you have any suspicions in your heart, don't act rashly for the time being."
The result was already expected.
Shen Yizhi said calmly: "What if I insist?"
She is a flower grown in a greenhouse, but who says that the branches cannot have thorns?
Shen Dongliang looked sideways at her, as if realizing for the first time that she had grown up and was able to stand on her own.
He smiled with relief: "What do you want to do?"
He didn't stop her or advise her, but asked her what she wanted to do.
It seemed as if even if she poked a hole in the sky, he would be behind her and protect her.
Shen Yizhi stared into the distance, “If there is no evidence, I will help him get evidence.”
After a pause, she tilted her head and said, "Dad, please lend me your special assistant tomorrow."
She needs to settle this account carefully.
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The next day, night.
The He family's old house.
At the dinner table, Mr. He sat at the head seat, looking at his useless grandson and scolding him.
"Have you been fooling around outside again these past few days? It's disgraceful to be away from home all day!"
He Qingyu clasped his hands together nonchalantly, "My dear grandpa, please stop worrying about me. Your grandson has been doing something important outside these past few days."
Old Master He sneered, "What big things can you do? It's good enough that you didn't cause any trouble for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the anxious and hurried voice of the housekeeper came from the door.
"Miss Shen, it's really inappropriate for you to force your way in! It's not too late for me to inform you before you come in!"
Two bodyguards in black, one on the left and one on the right, blocked the butler who wanted to stop him.
Shen Yizhi was protected in the center and appeared in the He family's old house in such a powerful way.
She stood in the living room, smiling towards the dining table, "Grandpa He, I'm Shen Yizhi."
"I didn't bring you a gift when we first met. I'm sorry for being impolite."
There was no apology in her playful tone, and she didn't even offer any explanation for barging in.
The housekeeper had no choice but to bow to Mr. He, "Master."
Old Master He waved his hand and asked him to go down first. The housekeeper was old and couldn't stop the burly bodyguard beside the girl.
He looked at the girl who came up and introduced herself.
She had extremely bright eyebrows and eyes, and she didn't make up too much. She could even be said to be as plain as a blank sheet of paper. She looked casual, yet charming and sharp.
She was so beautiful that people ignored her right wrist and entire forearm wrapped in gauze.
Mr. He's expression cooled down. "The little girl from the Shen family?"
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