Chapter 59
Looking ahead, Bian Shu saw Yuan Chuyu with a detached expression.
Looking to the side, there was Cheng Yanjin, arms crossed, sneering.
Bian Shu felt uneasy, but couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
Only Lin Langyi was completely unaware of the strange atmosphere of the three-way power struggle; she just frowned and looked at him with concern.
Bian Shu hadn't seen her for so long, let alone with such a gaze that filled his heart and soul; he was utterly powerless to resist. In front of this group of people with various expressions, he couldn't even maintain a basic facade; he could only stare intently at her.
Even in her dreams, she usually turned her back to him, determined to break up, and no matter how much he begged her to stay, she refused to look back at him.
Later, he even learned to self-harm in these painful and desperate recurring dreams. Even if she wanted to break up with him in the dream, even if he knew she would say those hurtful words, even if she looked at him with a cold and indifferent face, he learned to smile and look at her, quietly listening to those words that pierced his heart.
It's better than her not appearing in my dream at all, and I'm afraid that this rare dream of reunion will vanish because of his voice.
“Zhu…” He stopped abruptly, remembering her reminder, and lowered his voice, “Xiaoyi, don’t worry, I’m fine.”
Before Lin Langyi could speak, Cheng Yanjin sneered from behind like a guardian deity: "Oh, Mr. Bian is alright, that's great! I was so worried about your safety seeing all this commotion."
Bian Shu glanced at him, then looked back and saw that Lin Langyi only glared at him fiercely and had no intention of introducing them.
Since that's the case, Bian Shu didn't mention it and just continued, "If we could do it all over again, I would still stand in front of you... It's good that you're safe and sound."
"You want to do it all over again?" Cheng Yanjin adjusted his posture, interrupting frequently, impatiently. "I don't need you anymore. I will naturally pick her up and drop her off every day from now on, and make sure she is safe."
Bian Shu looked at him again, her expression gradually freezing.
Cheng Yanjin moved behind Lin Langyi, put his arms around her shoulders, encircled her, bent down, rested his chin on her head, and smiled at her: "This is what a fiancé should do."
As soon as he finished speaking, all the color drained from Bian Shu's face.
Even though he had a premonition, he still felt dizzy and his throat felt dry when he actually heard those words, as if bitter bile had suddenly rushed up his esophagus and he couldn't swallow it down no matter what he did.
He could imagine that she had a boyfriend, and he tried to comfort himself that it was enough that he was the only one who couldn't get over it. He couldn't force Lin Langyi to freeze time.
But he's my fiancé...
"Ugh..." Bian Shu's head suddenly felt like it was about to explode, his blood rushed to his head, and he awkwardly leaned out from the edge of the bed, gagging uncomfortably.
"Are you about to throw up?!" Lin Langyi remembered the doctor's instructions and immediately became alarmed. She flung away Cheng Yanjin's domineering hands, almost hitting him in the face.
She ignored Cheng Yanjin's frantic gestures of "I got hit!" and asked, "Are you dizzy? Or do your eyes hurt?"
Bian Shu leaned to the side, supporting himself with his arms. His stomach was churning, and he couldn't vomit or speak. He could only shake his head in vain.
Lin Langyi quickly cupped his face and gently patted his back: "Should we call a doctor?"
Seeing Lin Langyi's concern, Cheng Yanjin became flustered and so angry that his eyebrows and nose flew wildly, and he couldn't say a word. The slight sense of satisfaction he had felt earlier when he saw Bian Shu being defeated by his word "fiancé" vanished without a trace.
He grabbed her arm in annoyance: "What are you patting me for? Just spit it out."
Lin Langyi sneered: "You think you're like me? You think you can just get drunk and throw up and be fine?"
He shrank back, ultimately not daring to disobey her.
“It seems Mr. Bian’s condition is still not very good.” Yuan Chuyu, who had been leaning against the wall and observing coldly, suddenly spoke up. “Brain injuries should not be underestimated. If they are not treated properly, it will be troublesome if they leave sequelae in the future.”
He pulled a pen from his pocket—a pen he'd somehow gotten from the doctor—and then a piece of paper, the blood test results from earlier.
He unfolded the paper and walked towards the bedside until he stopped next to Lin Langyi, where he began writing down his contact information right under her nose.
"Thanks to Mr. Bian's courage and bravery today, we, as Lin Langyi's fiancé and—" He glanced at Lin Langyi's face, then looked away, his voice steady, "we are also very grateful for Mr. Bian's righteousness, so we are naturally very concerned about your health."
The pen scratched across the paper as Yuan Chuyu resumed his usual standard politeness and courtesy, along with that lingering faint detachment and indifference: "Neurosurgery in City A isn't top-notch. The best hospital in the country for this field is in City W. Coincidentally, I have some connections there and can arrange Mr. Bian's transfer immediately, ensuring you receive the best and highest quality medical services."
W City, Lin Lang thought, was the same city as Chi Shu's future workplace, both of which were a long way from A City.
Yuan Chuyu also mentioned Chi Shu, without looking up, and continued writing: "Coincidentally, Mr. Bian's junior, Chi Shu, will also be working in W City in the future. Meeting a classmate in a foreign land can be considered a reunion in the world."
Lin Langyi vaguely felt that Yuan Chuyu's words were sarcastic, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong with them.
Seeing that Yuan Chuyu was about to finish writing down the last few digits of the phone number, a sudden idea flashed in her mind, and she immediately and firmly stopped him:
"No, Bian Shu can't leave. He's right here! He's not going anywhere!"
With a "snap," as soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Chuyu wrote the last number too heavily, and the tip of the pen tore a small crack in the paper.
His left hand was still pressed against the paper, and he didn't pick up the pen for a long time. He just silently looked down at the long string of contact information and addresses he had written down.
The pen tip quickly left a small circular mark on the paper.
Lin Langyi said firmly, "He's unfamiliar with W City, but at least I can come and see him here."
Of course, most importantly, she was also waiting to get to know Professor Humphrey Hall through Bian Shu. Bian Shu's research direction was closely related to Ying Shan Lake, and such a high-level talent with a perfect match was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
That's impossible!
Lin Langyi made up her mind that she was determined not to let this sure thing slip away, and said firmly, "He is my classmate, and I am also his classmate. He was injured because of me, so I must take good care of him. I don't feel comfortable sending him anywhere else."
Yuan Chuyu's eyelashes trembled, his lips pressed into a straight line, and he tightened his fingers slightly, making the paper taut. The crack that had been made by the pen could not be stopped and gradually widened.
Bian Shu regained some of his spirits because of Lin Langyi's words. He raised his hand to try to pull Lin Langyi's sleeve, but Cheng Yanjin slapped it away with lightning speed.
A very crisp strike, steady, accurate, and ruthless, probably imbued with a simmering resentment.
"Cheng Yanjin!" Lin Langyi suddenly raised her voice, fiercely slapping his arm in return.
Yuan Chuyu straightened up, picked up the paper, and calmly tore it up in front of everyone.
He tore the paper to shreds, and a few scraps fell out. He squatted down and picked them up one by one, then crumpled them into a ball and threw them into the trash can with a "thud".
Bian Shu also noticed Yuan Chuyu, hesitated for a moment, and then turned to Lin Langyi to ask, "And who is this...?"
Lin Langyi glanced quickly at Yuan Chuyu's face during the brief moment between his fierce words to Cheng Yanjin, only to see the other's indifferent expression.
She looked away: "Yuan Chuyu, friend and business partner."
After explaining, Bian Shu nodded to Yuan Chuyu, "Thank you."
"No need, I wasn't of any help."
"How could that be? Thank you, Mr. Yuan." Bian Shu raised his hand, gesturing to the dark red blood bag above his head.
Yuan Chuyu remained silent, ignoring everyone. Not content with simply throwing away the piece of paper, he lowered his gaze and began picking at the edges of the sterile dressing on his arm.
His nails were neatly trimmed. He scratched his skin repeatedly with force, prying up a corner of the transparent adhesive tape, and then, without blinking, ruthlessly tore it off.
Lin Langyi felt a chill run down her spine from the intense, numbing sound. She remembered how painful it was to peel off plasters every time she removed them. This time, she couldn't hold back any longer and grimaced as she looked at Yuan Chuyu.
His expression remained unchanged, as if he had lost all feeling of pain. With the adhesive tape still stuck to the corners of his fingers, he silently crumpled it into a ball between his fingers and threw it into the trash can as well.
He had used too much force; the skin on the back of his elbow, where his fingernails had scratched, was now covered in scratches, and the part of the tape that was stuck to his skin was also bright red, which looked particularly gruesome against his pale skin.
Lin Langyi frowned, but couldn't help but remind her, "Why are you tearing it off? I remember you can't get your blood wet for 24 hours after donating blood, right?"
Yuan Chuyu lowered his sleeves and replied quickly and in a low voice, "It's nothing." There was not a hint of resentment in his tone, but she could detect a hint of hostility in his voice.
"Lin Langyi, aren't you very busy?" Cheng Yanjin gripped the bed railing, his eyes fixed on Bian Shu as if he wanted to flip the bed over. "I'll call a caregiver for you. You should finish your work first, so you don't have to stay up all night every day."
Bian Shu is not a temperamental person. On the contrary, he has been independent and self-reliant since childhood. He is a down-to-earth person with very positive values.
Upon hearing this, he proactively told Lin Langyi, "I'm really fine, you don't need to stay with me."
Lin Langyi felt this was a good opportunity to get closer to him, so she neither agreed nor refused, saying ambiguously, "We'll see then. I'll come see you when I have time, and I can bring you some food."
Remembering something, she felt that reminiscing about the past was a good opportunity to bring them closer, so she said with a smile, "Hey, do you remember that chicken feather shop near the school gate? The shop has been renovated, but the taste is still as good as ever. Didn't we used to eat there all the time? Do you miss it? I can pack some for you."
Cheng Yanjin took a deep breath, gripped the bed railing with both hands, kept his upper body still, but kicked his legs forward with force, slamming them into the bed with a loud thud.
The bed and the IV drip were shaking, and Bian Shu frowned and covered his head.
Cheng Yanjin withdrew his foot, unfazed: "Sorry, my legs are too long, I accidentally bumped into you."
Lin Langyi turned her head and stared at him, saying each word clearly: "If you don't act recklessly again, get out of here, do you understand?"
Cheng Yanjin was both annoyed and angry, but he had actually become the henpecked husband he used to ridicule so much. He shrank back listlessly, not daring to say a word.
Yuan Chuyu could no longer listen. Without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the door, seemingly wanting to leave.
He reached out to open the door, but it was suddenly flung open from the outside.
Meng Hui rushed in anxiously, her usually dignified hair now disheveled, and cried out pitifully, "Zhuzhu, are you alright?"
Before she even heard the reply, she rushed over, trembling, and cupped Lin Langyi's face, looking her up and down: "Where are you hurt? Let Mom take a look."
“It’s alright, Mom,” Lin Langyi pointed to the hospital bed, “Bian Shu shielded me.”
Meng Hui was stunned for a moment when she heard the name. She looked towards the bed and tried to sit up properly by propping herself up with her elbows: "Aunt Meng."
“It’s Xiaoshu, long time no see… Hey, no need to sit up, you should rest.” Meng Hui’s hand was still on Lin Langyi’s shoulder. Only after seeing that her daughter was alright did she finally feel relieved and smiled at Bian Shu. “Did you help me? Auntie really doesn’t know how to thank you enough.”
Bian Shu quickly waved her hand: "It's my duty to be an aunt, today... it's just a coincidence."
Meng Hui suddenly glanced at Cheng Yanjin, who was standing silently with his arms crossed beside him, and nodded, saying, "There's no question of what's right or wrong. You helped Zhuzhu, so we definitely need to express our gratitude to you. It's a matter of courtesy and reason."
Bian Shuren appeared thin when he was dressed, but his frame was not narrow. His body was also lean and muscular, which he had developed from helping with farm work at home since he was a child. Lin Langyi remembered that when she poked him with her finger, everything was hard.
As he sat upright on the hospital bed, his shoulders naturally straightened and he spoke to Meng Hui with neither arrogance nor servility: "As long as Xiaoyi is safe and sound, that's all that matters."
Meng Hui was naturally extremely grateful for his help in saving her daughter, and promised to cover the medical and nursing expenses, and even suggested having a meal together.
"Mom, the money has all been paid." Cheng Yanjin suddenly interrupted their reminiscing, calling out "Mom" with particular clarity.
He stood close to Lin Langyi, like a towering spirit behind her: "We're going to eat. Everyone who helped today will have to eat together. It's not just us family members, but also Brother Yu who helped contact the doctor and the police station, the security guards at the security booth, and the driver who brought me here. I'll treat everyone. Come on over."
"Oh, by the way, you can come to my and Zhuzhu's new house for a meal. The furniture isn't complete yet, so it's a good opportunity to hear everyone's ideas and suggestions." Cheng Yanjin said this slowly and deliberately, as if afraid that others would miss the key words.
This single sentence diminishes Bian Shu's central role and transforms the more private family dinner into a thank-you banquet.
Meng Hui heard the word "Brother Yu" in the voice, and only then did she notice that there was a man standing at the door. She subconsciously glanced at Lin Langyi and asked, "President Yuan, you're here too?"
Upon seeing Meng Hui arrive, Yuan Chuyu abandoned his intention to leave and stood silently at the door, like an outsider.
He nodded to the person in greeting, and said coldly, "Yan Jin contacted me."
There was no need to explain the twists and turns in between. Cheng Yanjin's expression was somewhat unnatural, so he naturally couldn't talk about his outrageous guesses and his angry and anxious outburst. He simply mentioned it to his brother: "I asked him to do me a favor."
Meng Hui was naturally extremely grateful.
"So what exactly happened with the person who attacked?" After going through all that, Meng Hui's heart, which had been pounding rapidly, finally calmed down, and he began to question with anger.
“The man has been arrested.” Yuan Chuyu said, one hand in his pocket. “He’s a homeless man, sixty-seven years old, and not a local.”
“He was talking incoherently, but when I checked his ID card, he was Zu Dongyun’s stepfather.”
Meng Hui's expression changed drastically; his long-suppressed worries finally turned into raging anger: "That shameless scoundrel Zu Dongyun! Does he really think we won't pursue this?"
"Which police station? I'm going to contact the police. This can't be left like this! If they can't control a madman, then his guardian should come out and compensate us! I demand an explanation from him!"
Yuan Chuyu stood tall and straight, tapping on his phone with one hand to transfer some information from the police investigation to Meng Hui. After putting away his phone, his usual calm and straightforward tone suddenly changed, and his voice became serious: "However, the reason this person went crazy is because he beat his wife and daughter when he was young, and only doted on his youngest son. As a result, his wife left with his daughter, and his son was good-for-nothing, unable to control himself, let alone support his father in his old age. Even his low-income status was arranged by the village."
Lin Langyi glanced at Yuan Chuyu, and when she turned back, she was caught by Bian Shu's deep and calm gaze.
She casually looked away.
Yuan Chuyu didn't look at her, still facing Meng Hui, as if he was just stating a fact: "As a result, the son became addicted to online gambling, secretly sold the house and spent all the money. Later, the family couldn't afford to eat, and he drowned himself in the lake after drinking. Naturally, the father could only wander for a while. He was penniless and had to fight with people for food in the garbage cans. Later, he went insane."
Yuan Chuyu placed his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it open: "That madman was instigated by Zu Dongyun to sneak into the company. He just wanted to find a place where he could enjoy the air conditioning, that's all."
Unexpectedly, Meng Hui stood there stunned, speechless for a long time.
Yuan Chuyu turned around completely, opened the door and walked out, leaving behind only a casual remark: "His miserable old age is all his own fault."
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