After Lu Zhufeng's marriage, Xiao Wujie and his group stayed at the villa for two more days before returning home.
Everyone noticed the unusual behavior between Yunmo and Chuwan. As experienced people, they smiled knowingly at each other.
BYD Group.
The top floor of a skyscraper.
"Mr. Xiao, we will give you another chance to reconsider."
"After the liquidation of your assets, according to the results, approximately one-third will belong to Mr. Lu Zhufeng, one-third to Ms. Lin Qingyi, and the remaining one-third to Mr. Yunmo."
"This is the content of your will. As long as you confirm it, it will take effect immediately upon your death and will have legal effect."
The lawyer, dressed in a sharp suit, asked respectfully.
Xiao Wujie leaned back on the sofa, his handsome face deathly pale, his thin lips pressed together, devoid of any color.
He clenched his fist and coughed twice, his gaze indifferent, his voice weary yet chilling.
"No need to think too much, I'm sure."
After signing the papers and completing the procedures, Xiao Wujie leaned back on the sofa, looking sickly and weary.
He fell ill again yesterday and was in extreme discomfort. His health had deteriorated to the point that he felt short of breath and chest tightness even after walking just a few steps.
A steaming disposable cup was gently placed in front of Xiao Wujie, and Bi Yangde Parker, the official representative of the BYD Group, spoke respectfully:
"Boss, hot water."
Xiao Wujie gripped the water glass with his scalding white fingers. The hot touch warmed his icy hands, and after taking two sips, his dry, thin lips looked a little more moist.
The gray-haired Biyander Parker looked at Xiao Wujie with a complicated expression. He was startled when Xiao Wujie explained his purpose.
But seeing his sickly complexion and frail appearance, he understood why he had done this.
He couldn't help but feel sad. Xiao Wujie had been kind to him and was almost omnipotent in his heart. Was he about to give up?
Xiao Wujie had no interest in guessing his thoughts. He held a disposable cup in his hand to warm it, his brows furrowed, and his expression somewhat deep.
He can feel the condition of his body, and he will try his best to endure it, but he has also prepared for the worst.
He had made arrangements for everyone else.
Only... my sister...
"Boss, Assistant Lu is downstairs waiting for you."
Biyander Parker’s respectful voice interrupted his wandering thoughts.
Upon hearing this, he leaned against the sofa wall to get up, his steps unsteady and weak as he walked outside.
He sneaked out this time under the pretext that Chu Liyue was busy; if he stayed out too long, they would become suspicious.
As the elevator was about to land on the first floor, he turned around coldly, his clear voice echoing in the elevator.
"Watch your mouth."
Biyander Parker, standing behind him, bowed and nodded.
Lu Zhufeng's car was parked in front of the door. He leaned against the car with his arms crossed, and even the back door was opened for him.
Seeing him come out, she said speechlessly, like a nagging old woman, "My ancestor, what is it that you need to do personally?"
"Can't we have any self-awareness about our own bodies?"
After saying that, he looked coldly at Biyander Parker behind Xiao Wujie, pointed, and asked in a chilling tone, "Old foreigner, which way is that?"
Biyander Parker paused for a moment, his lips moved, and he answered, seemingly puzzled, "East."
Lu Zhufeng's eyes were dark, and his tone was unfriendly: "The sun didn't rise in the west, and the sky didn't fall either."
"As for why you drove your car to your doorstep so early in the morning to pick up people?"
Biyander Parker's eye twitched. Was that what he was thinking?
"There are some things that are beyond his authority, and he can't handle them," Xiao Wujie replied perfunctorily on his behalf.
"I'm not trying to be dramatic, but you're not short of money. Is that little bit of money more important, or your life?"
"You're not feeling bad about the money you gave me as a wedding gift, are you? Why are you doing this to me..."
After getting into the car, Lu Zhufeng couldn't help but mutter to himself, but he suddenly stopped talking when his eyes fell on the rearview mirror.
In the back seat, Xiao Wujie seemed extremely tired, leaning back against the seat, his pale neck turned to the side, the veins on his neck clearly visible.
His eyes closed at some point, his long eyelashes drooped, and his pale face showed deep fatigue; he had fallen asleep.
He leaned there, like the last frost of winter, easily crushed with a little force, then scattered into a thin mist.
Lu Zhufeng slowed down the car and tried to drive as smoothly as possible.
When the car drove into the manor, Chu Liyue had already returned from dealing with matters outside.
Xiao Wujie slept soundly the whole way, and even after the car stopped, he showed no signs of waking up.
Lu Zhufeng gently opened the back door of the car, and Chu Liyue bent down and reached in, gently lifting Xiao Wujie into her arms.
She carried the person all the way back to the room.
In the room, an exquisite incense burner sits by the bedside, wisps of smoke rising gently, the calming and sleep-inducing sandalwood fragrance slowly spreading.
Chu Liyue rested her forehead on one hand, lying on her side on the bed. Xiao Wujie instinctively nestled in her arms, his cheek pressed against her heart, and slept more and more peacefully.
Beside the bed, Lin Qingyi's slender white fingers rested on Xiao Wujie's wrist, her gaze lowered, her face ashen.
Seeing her withdraw her finger, Chu Liyue immediately pulled the blanket over Xiao Wujie, gently patted his back, her eyes as cold and still as a deep pool, silently questioning the situation.
Lin Qingyi frowned slightly, her face darkening, and replied in a low voice:
"His problem stems from an underlying health condition. The symptoms may improve this time, but they won't improve next time."
"It's best to let him rest in bed and not move around too much. He must be having a lot of trouble moving around now."
"besides……"
She pursed her lips, a hint of struggle in her eyes, but still spoke truthfully and with difficulty:
"After a while, he may gradually lose all five senses."
Chu Liyue's hand, which was gently patting Xiao Wujie's back, froze for a moment, her knuckles trembling slightly, before gently resting on Xiao Wujie's back again.
Her cold eyes churned with dark emotions. After a long silence, she asked in a hoarse voice, "In the Western Regions, in the Black Sand Rift Valley, how long until the Three-Life Flower blooms?"
Lin Qingyi replied in a low voice, "One week."
Chu Liyue's face was cold and indifferent, her eyes deep and unfathomable. She said in a cold voice, "Make preparations. We will depart in three days."
Lin Qingyi's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at Xiao Wujie, "He..."
Xiao Wujie definitely can't go, but his current situation clearly means he can't do without Chu Liyue.
Chu Liyue replied, "I will explain it to him and make the arrangements."
After Lin Qingyi left, she rested her chin on Xiao Wujie's head, hugged him tightly, and couldn't suppress the sourness in her eyes.
She hugged him tightly, and Xiao Wujie unconsciously let out a soft hum.
Chu Liyue was startled and loosened her grip, gently stroking his back with her palm. Xiao Wujie shifted his body and pressed himself even closer to her, reluctant to part.
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