Chapter 8
The leader narrowed his eyes slightly and grabbed Song Yulin's chin.
The young man was unconscious, but still seemed to be in discomfort with his brows furrowed.
The leader whistled: "Pushkin-like chivalry."
"Don't touch him."
He Yang's voice was hoarse, like a caged lion. He gently pressed down with his hand, and a line of blood appeared on the throats of the two thugs.
The leader's expression gradually hardened.
The two thugs finally let out a howl like small animals: "Boss, agree to him."
“Bastard,” the leader spat viciously, “I’ll break every single one of your fingers, and—”
“I’m going to tell him that we were invited by you just to show off your heroic rescue.”
The leader sneered, his green pupils like those of a venomous snake: "So you still want to help him?"
He Yang felt all the blood drain from his body in an instant, and he closed his eyes.
I recall winning third place in the National Youth Piano Competition when I was eighteen years old.
He was once praised by Song Yulin for having hands that looked like they were sculpted.
I also recall that when they first met, the flowing light resembled a school of fish, swimming among the branches full of golden osmanthus.
He slowly opened his eyes, his voice already hoarse: "Replace."
He Yang certainly wouldn't trust a few thugs; he was just stalling for time.
However, the local bigwigs were deeply involved in the protests and arrived somewhat late.
When that person arrived, He Yang was already pinned to the ground, his left hand smashed to pieces by the leader with stones.
His once long and powerful fingers were now twisted abnormally, like some kind of terrifying alien creature.
He Yang's face was pale, he was in so much pain that his face was covered in sweat, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
When the big boss rescued the two, He Yang was already in a daze.
The leader kept cursing, which fell into He Yang's trap. One of his henchmen actually managed to escape in the chaos.
The big boss took He Yang and Song Yulin to the hospital together.
Before He Yang went into the operating room, he kept talking and paying attention to Song Yulin's movements, which gave the big boss a terrible headache.
He also instructed the other party: "Don't say that I saved him. I don't want his feelings for me to be mixed with other factors."
The boss, unable to bear it any longer, found the man's romantic notion ridiculous and ordered the doctor to quickly inject He Yang with anesthesia.
Finally, the world is at peace.
Although Song Yulin had a head injury, fortunately there was no bruising or concussion.
Lu An arrived quickly, filled with remorse.
No matter how good the hospital is, it can't compare to home.
The Lu family has private doctors in various countries, and their villa is equipped with a well-equipped medical room.
After the examination revealed nothing abnormal, Lu An took Song Yulin home from the hospital.
The big shot saw the two of them, glanced at the green light that was still in surgery, raised an eyebrow, and said nothing.
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The surgery went smoothly; He Yang saved his right hand, but the tendons in his thumb and little finger were severed.
My daily work and life are not greatly affected, but playing musical instruments, especially the piano, is no longer possible.
When He Yang woke up, he had no expression.
When the light fell on his face, it looked like cracks in fine porcelain.
The big boss crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and said, "He, the purpose of rescuing a damsel in distress is to show her your heroism. What's the point of this?"
He Yang didn't say anything, and he didn't look at Song Yulin again before removing the gauze.
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To reconfirm the situation, the trip to Paris was delayed by several weeks.
One day, he was experiencing some dizziness and lightheadedness. Since Lu An was not home, he asked the villa's driver to take him to the hospital for treatment.
He received a phone call from an unknown number as soon as he got off the bus.
The other person's fluent French was like gibberish to Song Yulin, but fortunately the driver's French was excellent, and he translated the gist of it for Song Yulin.
"It's a scam! That man hired us to grab you, then he'll come to rescue you, so that no matter what he does, you'll forgive him!"
The driver's translation was inverted, and Song Yulin couldn't understand its meaning for a moment.
He simply hung up the phone, got out of the car, and went into the hospital.
Ten meters apart, Song Yulin and He Yang locked eyes.
If there are too many coincidences in this world, they are mostly carefully arranged.
He saw that He Yang's hand was wrapped in bandages and his face was as pale as paper.
The vague sentences from the phone call suddenly connected in my mind.
A sudden scaffolding, a coincidental rescue, and just the right amount of vulnerability and injury.
The turning point at the start of the journey was deliberately contrived.
Someone gently touched Song Yulin, and the shadows fell like dominoes in his heart.
A silent anger exploded in Song Yulin's heart.
When he was extremely angry, he became remarkably calm.
Song Yulin strode towards He Yang and grabbed his arm: "What's going on?"
"It's nothing." He Yang glanced sideways, then looked at Song Yulin again. "How are you? Are you alright? I remember the doctor saying you didn't seem to have a concussion."
How did you know?
Song Yulin stared at him, her eyes a little dry.
"Did you save me?"
He Yang's expression became unnatural for a moment, his gaze deep and distant.
Like a sunken ship stuck in the sand, difficult to salvage.
Finally, he turned his face away and said, "No—"
"How could I have gotten injured for no reason?"
Song Yulin's heart sank even more; he had seen He Yang's dominance in the business world.
To retreat in order to advance, and to lure people into a trap.
Is he really willing to use any means necessary to get what he wants, even resorting to business shrewdness?
What am I, really?
He suddenly hugged He Yang, looking at the other's wide-eyed eyes, the light like a shooting star falling into a bottle.
"He Yang," Song Yulin said softly, "I forgive you."
He Yang trembled like a snapped string. He tried to hug Song Yulin tightly, but she pushed him away violently.
"Is that what you wanted me to say?"
Song Yulin looked at him coldly.
"He Yang, don't you think you're pathetic? You've actually stooped to setting up a scheme to win me back."
He paused for a moment, then finally delivered the final verdict: "But deception full of scheming only makes people disgusted."
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