In his previous life, Lu Qingyao swore that he would protect her and not let her get hurt in the slightest.
He did it.
The explosion nearly destroyed one floor of the building.
None of the patients in the ward escaped, including the nurses.
Everyone was trapped under the rubble. When the rescue team arrived, they found these important figures, who were usually seen in newspapers and magazines, covered in blood and in a sorry state.
Some people come to the hospital for maintenance, while others come to secretly meet their lovers. Now, all of them have lost more than they gained.
Of course, what shocked them the most was not these people, but a pair of boys.
When rescuers used tools to move the heavy cement slab, they saw a tall boy using his own body to support the slab, which weighed over a thousand pounds.
His back was crushed, and his head was smashed open, leaving a large hole. Blood soaked the entire bed sheet. When he was rescued, he was already lifeless and his body was cold.
The rescuers managed to pry his hands off, and the boy he had protected beneath him was spotless, not even a speck of mud or grime on him.
After being rescued, the boy wouldn't answer any questions. He just held onto the boy's body and wouldn't let go, tears streaming down his face as he wept silently.
No one was curious about their relationship.
In that life-or-death moment, the boy was willing to protect the young man with his own body, which transcends all other emotions in the world.
Before the explosion, Yiganlu was using the toilet downstairs and luckily escaped the attack.
He found Yi Mu downstairs. Yi Mu had stopped crying and was standing motionless beside the body.
The rescue team tried every means to contact the victim's family.
Ms. Lu was the first to arrive.
She looked flustered; her usually meticulously styled hair was disheveled, with stray strands falling from her temples. She was unsteady on her feet, twisting her ankle every few steps.
She simply threw off her cumbersome high heels, and left Lu Qingyao's body downstairs.
She staggered forward, her hands trembling, and lifted the white cloth covering her face.
Lu Qingyao's face was covered in blood, his eyes were closed, and his expression showed no pain; he was very calm.
Ms. Lu had never cried loudly in her life, but the tragedy of a parent outliving their child brought out all the tears she had ever shed.
Yi Mu stood to the side, his eyes unchanging and serene, as if the world had vanished.
He couldn't understand why things had gone so smoothly in the first few worlds; there must be someone sabotaging things later on.
Was someone deliberately sabotaging his relationship with Qingyao, or was there some other reason?
After a two-week manhunt, the two antisocial criminals who planted the bomb were finally apprehended.
I heard that they only stayed in jail for two days before they died of heart attacks for no apparent reason.
The onset of this illness was peculiar; was it due to personal reasons or human intervention? Everyone had their own thoughts on this, and the police did not offer much of a response.
Lu Qingyao's body was transported back to the Lu family, and the funeral was held in a grand manner, with almost all the city's dignitaries invited.
Overwhelmed with grief, Old Master Lu fell ill after the funeral.
The mistress who rose to power in the Lu family is getting restless. Now that Lu Qingyao is dead, he should give back the shares he held and distribute them to everyone.
It was assumed that the shares would fall into Ms. Lu's hands, but unexpectedly, about half a year ago, Lu Qingyao transferred the shares in his hands to a boy named Yi Mu.
An outsider with no blood relation to the Lu family!
The mistress couldn't sit still any longer and went to Ms. Lu to sound her out.
Ms. Lu had no objection to her son's decision.
She stated that the shares belong to Lu Qingyao, and he has his reasons for giving them to whomever he chooses; she will not interfere.
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