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She lost track of time. In her dazed state, Ye Wenyu only felt the car leave the city of S and gradually head towards the suburbs amidst the soft patter of rain. She was enveloped in warmth and darkness, like a docile cat that had found comfort in the storm and was reluctant to leave. Yet, at the same time, a sense of unease stirred within her. She shifted slightly in Lin Tingfeng's arms, a large question mark swirling in her mind: Where was he taking her?
But then she thought again. She was homeless, like a broken stalk of duckweed, adrift on the vast sea of life. She had just collapsed on the roadside because of illness, almost dying like a stray cat or dog. He had appeared just in time and saved her; it was as if she had been reborn. In this world, besides him, no one cared about her, no one cared whether she lived or died. So, what did she have to fear?
If he wanted to harm her, he wouldn't have saved her in the midst of the storm.
Therefore, without even raising her head, Ye Wenyu pressed her body even closer to Lin Tingfeng's hot chest, expressing her complete attachment and trust in him.
Her wet clothes had mostly dried thanks to his fiery body heat and the air conditioning in the luxury car, making her feel a little better and less painful than before. However, she still curled up like a cat, snuggling deeper into Lin Tingfeng's embrace, comfortably remaining motionless, because only in this way could she dispel some of the loneliness in her heart.
His appearance was like a fire in the dark night, telling her that in this cold world, there were still people who cared about her and protected her.
When he picked her up, she was soaked to the bone, so Lin Tingfeng's clothes were also wet. Now, dried by the car's air conditioning, they were wrinkled like pickled vegetables. Ye Wenyu felt a little guilty, but at this moment, she didn't want to speak or apologize to him. She was afraid that everything happening now was just a beautiful dream, and that if she opened her mouth, the dream would end. So she remained silent, feeling guilty and uneasy.
Although her clothes had dried, her condition seemed to be getting worse. She had a persistent high fever and felt increasingly cold, wishing she could be covered with a dozen thick quilts. Her teeth chattered, and she coughed incessantly. There wasn't a drop of sweat on her forehead, and her delicate face was flushed red from the high fever. Eventually, she even became delirious. In Lin Tingfeng's arms, she could no longer bear the torment of the illness and fell into a deep sleep.
Before she fell asleep, all she knew was that the car was still driving forward, the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, it felt like beans were being scattered on the roof of the car, it was like a torrential downpour, the whole world was covered by a huge gray rain curtain, it was as if God was releasing a flood, and there were terrifying lightning and rolling thunder in the distance, it was just like a scene from a Hollywood horror movie.
The car moved silently along the mountain road in the rain. The green forests looked like a green ocean, and the winding mountain road looked like an infinitely meandering ribbon in the white rain. It was so deep and quiet that it was a little frightening.
Ye Wenyu shrank back and closed her eyes in relief.
Anyway, she was given a second chance at life, so her fate was now in his hands. Wherever he took her, she would go, just like stray cats and dogs. Whoever picked them up on a stormy night would become their owner.
Lin Tingfeng looked down at Ye Wenyu's sleeping face. Her heart-shaped face was very small; he could completely cover it with one hand. Her thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, like the eyebrows of a lady painted on rice paper. She seemed to be very ill; even in her sleep, she would cough violently from time to time. Her thin and frail body trembled intermittently. Her face was frighteningly red, but there wasn't a single drop of sweat on her forehead.
Lin Tingfeng couldn't help but worry. He held her with one arm and used the other to gently touch Ye Wenyu's forehead. He found it was burning hot, like a raging fire, and knew that she was indeed very ill, with a high fever to a terrible degree. He became a little nervous and hurriedly ordered the driver in front, "Old Li, drive faster!"
The driver agreed and sped off like lightning.
In a lightning-fast movement, Lin Tingfeng held the girl tightly in his arms. He was a little agitated again. He hadn't lost control of his emotions for many years. Just now, he had lost his composure in front of his employees because he discovered that she was seriously ill.
This feeling is truly rare.
Half an hour later, the white Bentley stopped in front of a hillside villa.
The driver stopped the car, and Lin Tingfeng carried Ye Wenyu out of the car. They hurried into the villa, taking three steps at a time. The driver followed behind, holding an umbrella and constantly reminding him, "Mr. Lin, hold the umbrella, it's still raining."
Lin Tingfeng seemed not to hear him. He wrapped Ye Wenyu tightly in his coat to keep her from getting wet in the rain, while he himself got soaked to the bone.
Raindrops fell, one by one, from the hair on his forehead.
The butler came out to greet them, and Lin Tingfeng carried Ye Wenyu directly upstairs to the second floor, ordering the butler, "Quickly, call Dr. Zhang over here!"
The mahogany staircase spiraled up to the second floor, and Lin Tingfeng's leather shoes walked by, leaving a large rain stain.
Wealthy people all have private doctors.
The once quiet villa suddenly became lively, with servants going about their business and coming and going.
Lin Tingfeng carried Ye Wenyu to a south-facing room on the second floor, kicked open the door, and settled her on the bed.
Her delicate face seemed even redder than before, an overly vibrant and frightening red. There wasn't a drop of sweat on her forehead. She closed her eyes and coughed incessantly. When the coughing became severe, she turned over in pain, her thick, messy hair appearing as black as ink against the white pillow.
Lin Tingfeng looked at her with worry, his heart burning with anxiety.
The servant Zhang Ma came in, and Lin Tingfeng instructed her, "Bring some ice; she has a high fever."
After that, before the doctor arrived, Lin Tingfeng stayed by Ye Wenyu's bedside, applying ice to her burning forehead.
The wind and rain outside subsided, and the world became extremely quiet.
But for Lin Tingfeng, every minute felt like an eternity without the doctor's arrival.
Ye Wenyu seemed to be getting sicker and sicker. She started talking nonsense. Lin Tingfeng sat on the edge of the bed, watching her small mouth open and close. He suddenly felt a fear that she was speaking the language of another world. He leaned down to listen. Her small mouth opened and closed gently. The warm and fragrant breath, with a kind of fragility unique to patients, rushed to his face. When he understood her babbling, a gentle smile gently spread across his handsome face.
For him, just now, he heard the most moving words in the world!
An hour later, Dr. Zhang arrived in a hurry, and Lin Tingfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief and handed Ye Wenyu over to the doctor.
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