In a port city, by the sea, in a five-star hotel.
In the lavish presidential suite, Yunmo and Leng Ruxue wandered around aimlessly like headless flies.
"Why is there still no news about Master's wife? It's been almost half a day."
"I hope my master's wife is alright..."
Leng Ruxue frowned, her heart pounding with anxiety. Upon hearing the words "something happened," she immediately snapped, "Shut up! Boss will be fine!"
Frustrated, she grabbed her thick, long, curly blonde hair, picked up a silver sniper rifle that was almost as tall as her, and headed out the door.
The composed Chu Wan grabbed her arm, her gaze slightly darkening: "Wait."
Leng Ruxue struggled: "Sister Wan, I can't wait any longer, I need to go out and find the boss."
"Quiet down!"
Lu Zhufeng's cold, deep voice rang out. Leng Ruxue was about to explode when she heard, "You're still putting on airs. I haven't even settled the score with you for yelling at me yesterday."
Lu Zhufeng pointed at Xiao Wujie on the bed and gave her a cold glance: "She's not awake. Miss Chu hasn't returned. You'll be responsible if you wake her up."
Leng Ruxue's expression froze, and she instantly fell silent.
But then he thought, Lu Zhufeng yelled at someone yesterday and even knocked them unconscious. Now that Chu Liyue hasn't returned, if she really wakes up, he'll be the one who suffers.
“Uncle, you’d better be polite to me, otherwise…” She raised an eyebrow, the threat unmistakable.
These words struck Lu Zhufeng like a heavy hammer, instantly bending his straight back.
His original cold and dignified aura had vanished, and he looked like a wilted foxtail grass, shrouded in gloom.
Beside the bed, Luo Yilan soaked a towel in cold water, wrung it out, folded it into a square, and placed it on Xiao Wujie's forehead.
They originally planned to escape to a safe area and then turn back to find Chu Liyue, but before they could escape the trap, Xiao Wujie developed a high fever.
After rushing ashore and finding a hotel, he had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius. He was given medicine and an IV drip, but his condition kept fluctuating, and he even vomited blood in the middle of the night.
The glaring crimson bloodstains caught the eyes of Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan, causing their blood to freeze.
That wasn't blood; it was like iron burning their hearts, tearing their softest spots and making it hard for them to breathe.
Is this God's punishment for them losing their child?
Shouldn't they be punished instead of innocent children?
Luo Yilan carefully applied a cold towel, while Xiao Shuihan gently tucked his son in.
Xiao Wujie was tormented by the high fever and illness and didn't get a good night's sleep. In his dazed state, his eyes were wet and he called out "sister" all night.
Xiao Shuihan followed him, leaning on Luo Yilan's shoulder, and cried until dawn. Even now, her eyes are still red and swollen.
He looked at Xiao Wujie lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and his eyes welled up with tears. The boy was in the prime of his life, his body was thin as a sheet of paper, his face was sallow and he looked sickly.
When he was asleep, he was like a dandelion, so weak that a gust of wind could blow him away.
Luo Yilan checked the time; it was 5 PM. More than ten hours had passed since they escaped from Prison No. 0. Xiao Wujie's high fever had subsided, and he had slept soundly for six or seven hours.
I guess he'll wake up soon.
She grabbed her phone from the bedside and sent people out to look for Chu Liyue, but so far not a single useful message has come back.
Her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes showed worry.
She was worried that something might happen to Chu Liyue. In a sense, she and Chu Liyue were very similar in personality, and it was precisely because of this similarity that she appreciated Chu Liyue even more.
Despite her inherently proud nature, she always put Xiao Wujie first and took meticulous care of him.
She was sincerely grateful that she had become a pillar in Xiao Wujie's cold life, giving him something to rely on and support to keep living.
But she was also worried about how Xiao Wujie would react if he woke up and couldn't see Chu Liyue. He had already broken down like that last night, and now he was sick. She didn't dare to think about not being able to see him again.
Lu Zhufeng crossed his arms, his facial features sharp, and his brows furrowed tightly.
Yunmo and Leng Ruxue were flailing around aimlessly in front of him, giving him a headache. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair, buttoned up his shirt, and prepared to leave.
"You guys guard him, I'm going to find someone."
Just as he was about to reach the door, he suddenly stopped. After a few seconds, he abruptly turned around and walked to Xiao Wujie's bedside, looking at him with a slight flicker in his eyes.
He suddenly lifted a corner of the blanket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his waist, which he had taken from prison number 0.
To Xiao Shuihan's astonishment, he handcuffed Xiao Wujie's hands, and after handcuffing him, he didn't forget to cover him with the blanket.
Xiao Shuihan's eyes widened, and he began to roll up his sleeves.
Locking up his son in front of his own father is a bit like jumping high in the toilet.
Luo Yilan frowned as she looked at Lu Zhufeng. Xiao Wujie was still ill. What did this mean?
Under the almost murderous gazes of the two men, Lu Zhufeng pleaded for mercy and spoke in a low voice:
“He’s about to wake up. I’m afraid he might do something stupid if he can’t see anyone, or he might threaten to kill himself to force you to let him go find people.”
"His feet don't need to be tied up, he probably can't walk more than a few steps like this, but his hands definitely need to be tied up."
Xiao Shuihan and Luo Yilan exchanged a glance, then looked at Xiao Wujie on the bed, and suddenly realized that Lu Zhufeng's words made some sense.
After they nodded, Lu Zhufeng immediately turned around and left the room.
Xiao Wujie woke up two hours later.
As his eyelashes fluttered slightly, about to open his eyes, everyone's gaze swept across the room where Chu Liyue was not, and their hearts jumped into their throats.
As they expected, the first thing Xiao Wujie did after opening his eyes was to regain focus, scan everyone, and then look around the entire room.
He pursed his pale lips, glanced at the clock on the wall, then looked at Luo Yilan, his voice hoarse and weak as he asked:
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