"Waaah..." The woman's sobs, filled with endless sorrow and grief, lingered in the not-so-closed space, penetrating every nook and cranny of the eardrums.
It's so noisy...
It's so noisy...
The handsome man frowned, his brows furrowing into a deep frown that formed a vertical line between his eyebrows. The woman's sobs followed him closely, but instead of eliciting any protective instincts from the man, they fueled his irritation and anger.
Suddenly opening my eyes, the world unfolded before me, yet it was shrouded in an invisible, transparent film, leaving me somewhat bewildered.
Lu Xiangsong blinked, the wrinkles between his brows gradually smoothing out. He couldn't help but look around. It was a snow-white ward, orderly and spotless.
The snow-white curtains were gently lifted by the breeze, and the sunlight outside fell on the man's face on the hospital bed.
"Huh?" Why does this face look so familiar? Lu Xiangsong touched his face, and a flash of inspiration struck him. He clenched his right fist and tapped it against his left palm. Isn't this my own face?
What exactly happened? I was on a business trip, and... I think I was in a car accident. And then? Then I woke up to find two versions of myself.
Thinking of this, Lu Xiangsong's handsome face was filled with terror, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"Brother, what's wrong with you? Wake up and look at me. I'm your most beloved Xuewei. What am I going to do with you like this?" The woman's cries grew louder and louder, and only then did Lü Xiangsong manage to look at the woman beside him, Lü Xuewei.
Lu Xuewei, wearing a light pink dress and with her long hair tied into a pretty ponytail, lay on the hospital bed, tightly holding Lu Xiangsong's hand. Tears streamed down her face like broken beads, and she was already a sobbing mess.
The two events concerning himself had such a profound impact on Lü Xiangsong that he momentarily forgot about his surroundings and only then noticed the person in the hospital bed.
"Sister, don't cry! This is a hospital, your brother needs to rest." Lu Jiaqi, dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans, frowned, pushed up her glasses, and couldn't help but raise her voice.
"Ugh..." Hearing Lü Jiaqi's slightly accusatory voice, Lü Xuewei became even more heartbroken, and couldn't help but sob a couple of times. Her delicate body trembled slightly, like a fallen leaf in the wind with nowhere to rely on.
"Lu Jiaqi, how can you talk to Xuewei like that? She's your sister, and she's worried about your brother. Do you think everyone is as cold-blooded as you, not even crying when their own brother is in trouble?" Ji Fengzhu, dressed in a sharp suit and with a cold face, glared at Lu Jiaqi, then stepped forward and put his arm around Lu Xuewei's delicate body, looking every bit the loyal protector.
Fortunately, Lü Jiaqi had already given up on Ji Fengzhu. Hearing his obviously biased words, she was only a little annoyed, but had no other feelings.
"Cold-blooded? What makes you think I'm cold-blooded? Do you expect me to lie on the hospital bed like her, crying and soaking the bed, to show my love for my brother? Sorry, I really can't do that."
"Why should others feel comfortable when I'm unhappy myself?" Lü Jiaqi crossed her arms, raised her chin, and looked at the other person, unable to resist retorting.
"You two stop arguing for me, it's my fault. I just saw how badly my brother is injured..." Seeing that Ji Fengzhu was speechless, Lü Xuewei immediately spoke up, her words broken. "My brother is usually so good to me, but as his sister, I can't help him at all."
Does this mean that I can't cry because my brother is usually mean to me? Lü Jiaqi is simple-minded but not stupid. After years of being taught by Wuyou, she has some knowledge and can naturally understand Lü Xuewei's unspoken meaning.
“My brother has always treated us all equally. Of course I’m sad for him, but what good will crying do? He needs to rest.” The emphasis on the word “rest” makes the meaning quite clear.
"You're right, little sister. I was wrong before, and I apologize." Lü Xuewei wasn't a completely innocent and naive persona. She portrayed herself as a charming, cute, and innocent little girl, but not a fragile and delicate woman like Lin Daiyu. Appropriate displays of weakness can evoke pity, but excessive crying would be counterproductive.
Its primary objective had been achieved; nothing else mattered. She buried her face in Ji Fengzhu's chest, a smug smile playing on her lips in the darkness.
Once Lü Xiangsong falls, Lü Wuyou will lose his heir. As for that foolish woman Lü Jiaqi, she's no threat. Lü Wuyou would be begging him to inherit the family business, not to mention he has the support of the Ji family, his father's backing, and the secret assistance of other admirers.
The brief exchange between the two sides did not attract much attention from Lü Xiangsong. He was currently adjusting to his new identity as a ghost. He had already flaunted himself in front of this group of people countless times, but no one could see him. His own body was still lying on the bed, which showed that he had become an invisible ghost.
During his university years, Lü Xiangsong had learned about paranormal stories, and his current state clearly indicated that his soul had left his body. It seemed the car accident had severely damaged his body, leading to this outcome. But the crucial question was: how could he return to his body?
At this moment, the door to the ward opened, and Wuyou walked in wearing a fitted long dress, followed by Ji Yisi, who was always by her side. The two of them standing together looked like a perfect couple, a match made in heaven.
Wuyou's face was slightly pale, her expression haggard, and the dark circles around her eyes were hard to conceal. One of her hands was firmly supported by Ji Yisi. Ji Yisi's eyes were also full of concern, no longer showing the cold indifference of before. It was as if an ice sculpture had suddenly come to life, full of vitality and warmth.
Lu Xiangsong was somewhat dazed by the harmonious atmosphere between the two. He shook his head and smiled bitterly. No wonder his biological father always criticized Butler Ji. The two were indeed a good match.
"Xuewei, Jiaqi, you've worked hard. Go back and rest, and come back tomorrow!" Wuyou waved her hand, her head drooping dejectedly, too tired to exchange any more pleasantries with these people.
Lü Jiaqi opened her mouth, somewhat worried, but kept it closed. Lü Xuewei looked anxious, but her eyes held a hint of schadenfreude. Ji Fengzhu, on the other hand, was much calmer; he was still more concerned about the woman he loved.
Once everyone left, Wuyou felt as if all her strength had been drained. She slumped into a chair, tears welling in her eyes, which instantly turned bloodshot.
"lady……"
Waving to interrupt Ji Yisi, Wuyou took out a tissue to wipe the corner of her eyes. Her tone was cold but could not hide her exhaustion. "Xiang Song's car accident is definitely not simple. Butler Ji, remember to investigate secretly. We must not let those with ill intentions get away with it."
"Yes." Ji Yisi clenched her hands, her eyes flashing with a fierce light.
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