Wang Yao took the things in his hand, which were all the property of the Lu family.
"Excuse me," she said, "can I make a phone call?"
"Okay." The other party did not mean to urge him.
She called Zhuo Qiang, hoping he could come and deal with these matters.
Standing at the table in the hospital, looking at Mu Zishan lying motionless in the ward, I felt very distressed: "Okay, I'll be there right away."
Zhuo Qiang had carefully examined all of the Lu family's assets. The restaurants and hotels Lu Yang's father had run were performing very well and could continue to operate. As for the real estate, he believed that Mu Zishan wouldn't be bothered with managing it, given his personality.
"Hello, how about this," Zhuo Qiang said to his notary, "I'll have a professional discuss this with you. The owner of the estate is still in the hospital, so we'll have to wait until she wakes up before making any specific decisions."
"Sir, I'm actually aware of the Lu family's situation," he said very tactfully, "Given Mu Zishan's condition, we don't recommend keeping these restaurants."
Zhuo Qiang was a little angry at his words: "I told you, I will find someone to talk to you, you can go now."
"Okay then!" The notary had no choice but to leave.
Wang Yao poured him a glass of water. Seeing that he hadn't even taken care of his beard, she said with concern, "Why don't you take a rest first? I'll take care of the hospital."
"No thanks." He stood up and left, saying as he passed by her, "I'll have to trouble you with things here. I plan to take her back."
"Going back?" Wang Yao asked, "Are you going back to Beijing?"
"Yes."
"I want to ask you a question," Wang Yao couldn't help but want to ask the question in his heart, "Do you like Zishan?"
He glanced at her and said, "It should be love."
"But she is your best friend's wife." Wang Yao was a little sad.
"I know," his best friend had passed away suddenly, "so I can't let her leave me again."
Wang Yao watched his back as he left. Once upon a time, she also hoped that this man would take a look at her, but unfortunately, the person in his heart was not her.
Zhuo Qiang sent a special plane to take her back to Beijing, where the hospital conducted a comprehensive examination. Zhuo Qiang was invited to the hospital's conference room to explain Mu Zishan's condition. "Because of the tremendous stress she's experienced, there are some issues with her brainwaves. We need to perform long-term electrode therapy on her, and we'd appreciate your approval."
He hadn't had a good rest for several days and looked very tired. "No matter what method you use, as long as it can make her wake up, I agree to anything."
"Mr. Zhuo, this requires long-term treatment."
"Long-term?" He looked up at the other person. "How long is long-term?"
"Maybe half a year, or even longer."
He was a little disappointed: "What about abroad? Are there other methods?"
"We also have a lot of foreign experts here, and they all suggest this."
Seeing that he was no longer talking, they all left. Zhuo Qiang stood up and kicked the chairs away. If he had stayed by Lu Yang's side instead of trying to hide during their wedding, perhaps this wouldn't have happened.
He dragged his tired body back to the courtyard. During these days, he stayed alone in the room, not seeing anyone, not talking, and even his hair grew a lot longer.
A month passed, and Mu Zishan, who was lying in the hospital, showed no change. He sat beside her and spoke to her alone: "I'm sorry, it's my selfishness that has harmed you."
"Do you remember the first time we met? It really was like a dream. You were red from the cold. You said you didn't know how cold the snow in the north could make people feel. How cute! I know Lu Yang has always liked you. You are his dream lover, so I could only keep my distance from you. At that time, I felt that having you and him was enough. But later, gradually, I... really fell in love with you. Haha, you will definitely say, how can a playboy like me fall in love with someone?"
"You said you wanted to get married," he continued, "and I felt very sad, really sad. I felt empty without you guys, really, like I was missing something. I didn't want to stay at home, so I hid away from you guys. At that time, I started smoking non-stop, feeling like I couldn't live without it. But now I can't smoke in the hospital, so I quit again." He wiped away his tears.
Standing in front of the French window, the cars coming and going downstairs, the lights in the distance, the planes flying overhead. Everything became so sad. He pulled some of her long hair, and her dark appearance gradually made him fall into it.
"Wake up," he begged, "I will replace Lu Yang's place in your heart. Come back to my side."
She still hadn't woken up, and he didn't want to face her like this every day, so he got a haircut, shaved, and put on a formal suit. He opened a few more companies, and also started acquiring some small businesses and became an investor.
Every time he went to the hospital, he would dress himself up perfectly and appear at her bedside in high spirits. Since returning with her, he hadn't been to bars or nightclubs. He had dealt with those difficult women one by one, and apart from his daily work, he would only visit Mu Zishan.
It was another cold winter, and the first snow had fallen. Zhuo Qiang, who was in a meeting, received a call from the hospital: "Mu Zishan has woken up."
"Boss Zhuo?" Seeing him leave like that, the secretary quickly chased after him drunkenly, "Where are you going?"
"The meeting is canceled!" He kept pressing the elevator button and drove to the hospital excitedly.
But before entering, he hesitated. What should he say to her? He hesitated, pushed open the door of the ward, and saw Mu Zishan sitting on the bed, chatting and laughing with several doctors and nurses. His heart seemed to fall.
"Mr. Zhuo, you're here," the doctor said. "She's recovering very well."
The nurses left one after another.
"Thank you."
"This is what we should do," the doctor followed him out, "you two can have a good chat."
When Mu Zishan saw him, the smile on his face disappeared.
He stood opposite her: "How do you feel?"
"It's okay," she said. "It's like a dream, in which..."
He turned his back, not wanting her to see his sadness.
"Tell me," she said calmly, "what's going on?"
He sat beside her and told her everything bit by bit, including how he buried Lu Yang, how he chose the cemetery, how he handled the case, and how the murderers were punished by law.
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