Jiang Fei arrived at the hospital at 2 a.m.
Assistant Wang was pacing back and forth in the corridor outside the ward, holding his phone, his eyes filled with anxiety.
Hearing footsteps, he quickly turned around, saw Jiang Fei, and immediately ran a few steps to greet her: "Miss Jiang..."
"How is he?" Jiang Fei asked, frowning as she looked at the ward next to her. "No surgery?"
“The doctor said the surgery is no longer of much use,” Assistant Wang shook his head, the man in his thirties with red eyes. “Heart failure, the situation is very bad. He is barely conscious, but I’m afraid…” He couldn’t finish his sentence.
It has been eight years since he started following Mr. Yan. At that time, Mr. Yan had just taken over the Yan family. After establishing himself in the Yan family the following year, he had already made his will.
For Mr. Yan, death was a "bomb" that would suddenly descend upon him at any moment.
Jiang Fei asked, "How could he suddenly fall ill?"
Assistant Wang glanced at her, about to speak, when the ward door opened and the doctor came out, taking off his mask: "Mr. Wang, Mr. Yan wants you to come in for a moment."
Assistant Wang hurriedly agreed and got up to go into the ward.
Yan Yunzhou had woken up and was lying in the hospital bed. His face was pale and bloodless, with a breathing mask covering his mouth and nose. His body was ice cold and had no temperature. His gaze was calm, and the red mole under his eye was the only color on his face.
“Mr. Yan, you’ll be alright.” Assistant Wang stepped forward cautiously.
Yan Yunzhou looked at him. He knew his own body best, and this time he truly felt that he was nearing the end of his life.
He asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Who are you talking to?"
Assistant Wang paused for a moment, then quickly replied, "Miss Jiang is here. Shall I let her in?"
Yan Yunzhou's gaze paused, his throat moved, and finally he gave a helpless laugh, unable to utter a word of refusal.
Assistant Wang hurriedly went out, and a short while later, Jiang Fei quietly walked in.
She was wearing a champagne-colored slip dress with only a light-colored blouse over it. She walked step by step toward the hospital bed and finally sat down in the chair next to it: "Mr. Yan."
Yan Yunzhou's gaze followed her movements, his expression remaining calm, his voice hoarse yet gentle: "Miss Jiang."
“When we last met, Mr. Yan was doing well. It’s been more than a month since we last saw each other…” Jiang Fei smiled. “Life is unpredictable.”
Yan Yunzhou looked at her and smiled, "Yes."
Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow, leaned gently against the bedside, and rested her chin on her hand as she looked at him: "Didn't you say you had six months to live? It's only been less than two months..." As she spoke, she lowered her eyes and smiled, "You went to my place to find some excitement?"
I just checked with the system; he was downstairs when he called her.
Yan Yunzhou didn't speak, but only coughed softly.
Jiang Fei reached out and gently patted his chest: "You brought this on yourself."
Yan Yunzhou closed his eyes slightly. His body was numb, and he couldn't even feel her hand gently stroking his chest. But looking at that hand, he felt a tingling sensation in his heart.
"Why are you here?" he asked in a low voice. "Didn't you have something to do tonight?"
“It was all because of Assistant Wang,” Jiang Fei glanced at him, “who interrupted my good time with a phone call, saying you were about to die. Judging from his tone, I thought it wasn’t you who was going to die, but that you were already dead.”
Yan Yunzhou forced a smile, then remained silent for a long time before asking, "Will you cry?"
Jiang Fei shook her head firmly: "No."
"You little ingrate." Yan Yunzhou's hand twitched, wanting to pinch her cheek, but ultimately he couldn't lift it. He gave a self-deprecating laugh and looked at the pale ceiling above him. "Miss Jiang."
"Um?"
“From the moment I was born, I was destined not to live long,” Yan Yunzhou’s breathing was somewhat heavy. “Every moment I was waiting for death to suddenly come at any time. Later on, I gradually got used to it.”
"I thought that by now, I was ready to leave, but I never expected..."
He turned his gaze to Jiang Fei.
Unexpectedly, that night, on the rooftop, I looked down and met her.
Jiang Fei glanced at the top of his head and paused in surprise.
Perhaps because he had been suppressing his feelings, Yan Yunzhou had almost no emotional fluctuations, his emotions were like a stagnant pool. But just now, as if he were releasing his emotions before death, his favorability rating was rising little by little, steadily, as calm and gentle as he was.
"You really have no conscience," Yan Yunzhou chuckled, "You're still daydreaming at a time like this..."
Jiang Fei looked away, staring at him without saying a word.
Yan Yunzhou looked at her quietly: "I have two documents in my pocket."
Jiang Fei was puzzled, but still picked up the clothes next to her and found two documents inside. The documents were slightly wrinkled, as if they had been tightly gripped.
She handed it to Yan Yunzhou.
Yan Yunzhou gently shook his head: "It's for you."
“Two sums of money. One sum is for when you fully recover, so the scars on your face and body can be repaired. I’ve already arranged for the best doctors. The other sum…” He paused, “is not a long-term plan for you. If you don’t want to stay in the entertainment industry in the future, this sum will be enough for you to live a worry-free life.”
Jiang Fei looked at the documents in her hand without saying a word.
Yan Yunzhou's favorability rating ultimately stopped at 60.
“Miss Jiang,” Yan Yunzhou looked at her, from her eyebrows to the tip of her nose to her red lips, and then said in a low voice, “Fortunately, you are heartless.”
He looked away and closed his eyes: "Fortunately, it's just a liking."
Jiang Fei looked at his profile. His breathing was almost weak, and his eyes were tired, as if he had rehearsed this moment countless times in his mind. There was no fear in his expression.
She paused for a moment, then placed the document aside: "Yan Yunzhou."
Yan Yunzhou's eyelashes trembled slightly; it seemed to be the first time she had called him by his full name.
"Do you believe in gods and immortals?" Jiang Fei stood up, leaned close to his head, smiled, and asked in a low voice.
Yan Yunzhou's eyelids twitched.
Jiang Fei chuckled and gently stroked the beauty mark under his eye with her index finger.
Then, she removed the breathing mask from his mouth and nose.
Yan Yunzhou's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he finally opened his eyes. He didn't speak, but just stared at her intently.
immortal?
Of course, he didn't believe it.
But when I opened my eyes and looked at the smiling face above me, I felt as if there was a faint light emanating from behind her.
Breathing became increasingly difficult, and Yan Yunzhou's face was almost deathly pale. Yet, he felt a strange sense of pleasure. For a fleeting second, he vaguely thought that it wouldn't be so bad to just watch her die.
However, the next second, Jiang Fei gently put her arms around the back of his neck, leaned down slightly, and lightly covered his lips with her red lips, a faint fragrance enveloping the two of them.
Yan Yunzhou was stunned.
The limbs that were originally numb began to slowly feel the blood flowing, breathing became smoother, and the woman's lips felt soft and numb.
Jiang Fei's hand slid along his white clothes and into his chest.
Yan Yunzhou's breath hitched.
The hand finally rested on his heart, its fingertips seemingly possessing magic, a warm power flowing into his chest, and his heart suddenly began to beat slowly.
Yan Yunzhou unconsciously reached out and gently embraced her waist.
Jiang Fei bit his lip slightly.
Yan Yunzhou winced in pain, but did not flinch. Instead, he stepped forward and returned the kiss with trembling lips.
It's like... a final burst of energy before death.
Until you feel warmth spreading through your blood, your consciousness gradually becomes hazy, as if you are floating in warm water.
Jiang Fei's lips parted, and she looked down at the man beneath her. Just as she was about to get up, her hand was grabbed.
Yan Yunzhou was nearly unconscious, his face pale, his hand tightly gripping hers.
Jiang Fei glanced at his hand holding hers and said with a faint smile, "Don't worry, remember to introduce me to that tech upstart in a few days."
...
Shengjing Hotel, parking lot entrance.
Yan Wang stood quietly in the darkness, waiting. Occasionally, a car would drive by, and he would look up briefly before lowering his head again.
Jiang Fei is gone.
She went to find another man.
fine.
Just like that bet back then, he only approached her because of her face, and they were just using each other anyway.
But he didn't understand how those slightly raised eyebrows that had always smiled at him could so heartlessly ignore him and then turn away.
He didn't even have time to finish saying, "He's not going to look for Ye Qingqing anymore."
Yan Wang didn't know how long he had been waiting. It wasn't until the sky began to brighten that he managed to stand up and take one last look at the parking lot exit.
Jiang Fei did not return home all night.
My heart ached, and I felt an indescribable anger.
Yan Wang turned around and strode towards the roadside.
Starry Sky Company.
Qin Mo flipped through the documents, his expression showing some fatigue.
Xiao Li walked in carrying the coffee: "President Qin, here's your coffee."
Qin Mo nodded, took the coffee, and paused slightly in his hand.
Jiang Fei used to always tell him to drink less coffee, saying it was bad for his health.
Xiao Li glanced at Qin Mo: "By the way, Mr. Qin, Miss Ye returned from the film set last night and said she would come to see you this morning."
Qin Mo was taken aback.
A sudden commotion erupted outside the office.
Qin Mo pulled himself out of his memories and frowned as he looked outside.
Xiao Li hurriedly said, "I'll go take a look."
As he spoke, he started to walk towards the door.
Before he could reach the door, it was kicked open from the outside. Yan Wang rushed in, his face pale, his eyes red with anger, staring at him intently. Then he walked up to Qin Mo, grabbed his collar, and punched him hard in the cheek with a loud bang.
"Where is Jiang Fei?" Yan Wang asked breathlessly.
Qin Mo's coffee cup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. He slumped back into his chair in a disheveled state, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, where a considerable amount of blood had flowed.
"Mr. Yan, you're here so early in the morning acting crazy?" Qin Mo's eyes turned cold.
"Heh," Yan Wang sneered, "You're not satisfied with Ye Qingqing, now you're even after Jiang Fei?"
"In front of the media, you chose Ye Qingqing, and Jiang Fei has nothing to do with you anymore. Where the hell were you when she was in the hospital, injured and disfigured?"
"You treated her as a substitute. Now that Ye Qingqing is back by your side, you should know better than to get lost!"
"You really think..."
"Mr. Yan, isn't it?" Qin Mo interrupted him, slowly straightening his disheveled shirt and standing up. "Do you dare say that you approached Jiang Fei not because of her face?"
Yan Wang suddenly fell silent.
Qin Mo sneered and unbuttoned his cuffs: "Besides, Mr. Yan," he rolled up his sleeves, "here's yours. You should stay away from Jiang Fei!"
After saying that, he threw a punch at Yan Wang.
Yan Wang was naturally not to be outdone, and the two got into a fight in the huge office.
After an unknown amount of time, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Ye Qingqing stared incredulously at the scene inside, and it took her a while to react: "Amo, Yanwang, what are you doing?"
Neither of them spoke.
He just kept punching harder.
Ye Qingqing looked at Xiao Li beside her.
"It seems... Mr. Yan thought Miss Jiang and Mr. Qin were together," Xiao Li explained dryly.
Ye Qingqing's face paled, and she barely managed to steady herself. Looking at the two who were still fighting, she clenched her fist and rushed forward to block them: "Stop fighting."
Yan Wang's fist stopped just in front of Ye Qingqing's eyes. His face was bruised and blood was flowing from the corner of his lips. He glanced at Ye Qingqing, then looked at Qin Mo and smiled mockingly.
Last night, this woman said she would celebrate his birthday again.
Today, I'll stand in front of other men.
He didn't feel anything at all.
Picking up his coat from the ground, Yan Wang swallowed the blood and turned to walk outside.
But when I went outside, there were tall buildings and the weather was gloomy, and I didn't know where to go.
Finally, he quietly walked back the way he came.
...
There were still scenes to film at noon and in the evening, so Jiang Fei went straight to the film set after leaving the hospital.
By the time we finished filming all day, it was already past 11 p.m.
After saying goodbye to Sister Zhang, Jiang Fei went straight back to the hotel, but paused when she saw a figure at the door of her room.
Under the dim yellow light, Yan Wang sat there, leaning against the door, one leg straight and the other slightly bent, his long hair disheveled, his coat scattered around him, his delicate eyebrows and eyes full of dejection, blood on the corner of his lips, his face bruised and battered, looking utterly wretched.
Hearing the noise, he looked at her blankly.
But the moment he saw her, his eyes flickered with confusion for half a second, yet his gaze remained fixed on her with unease.
"What are you doing here?" Jiang Fei walked up to him.
Yan Wang gazed at her: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
From last night to tonight.
I don't know where to go, I just want to stay here, thinking that I'll eventually wait for her.
Jiang Fei lowered her eyes: "Why are you waiting for me?"
Yan Wang pursed his lips and stood up with difficulty: "Why are you back so late?"
Jiang Fei looked at the injury on his face.
Yan Wang asked again, "Where did you go last night?"
"Who did you see?"
"What did you do?"
He kept asking questions, masking his inner unease.
Jiang Fei paused, but didn't speak or open the door; she just stood there.
Yan Wang gradually calmed down, lowered his head, and after a long while said, "Jiang Fei, let's cancel that bet."
Jiang Fei glanced at the 80% favorability rating above his head, but didn't ask any questions. Instead, she took a tissue out of her handbag and handed it to him: "Who were you fighting with?"
Yan Wang stared at the tissue for a while before reaching out to take it, casually wiping his lips with it: "Qin Mo."
"Why?" Jiang Fei asked back.
"You didn't go to..." Yan Wang's voice stopped abruptly, then he suddenly realized something and stared straight at Jiang Fei.
Only now did I vaguely recall that last night, Jiang Fei had hung up a phone call and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yan."
He was right in front of her at the time; there was absolutely no way that "Mr. Yan" could be him.
Jiang Feixin has secured several endorsements, all of which have the Yan family's influence behind them.
“Is it… Yan Yunzhou?” he murmured.
Jiang Fei remained silent.
"Jiang Fei," Yan Wang's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "Do you like Yan Yunzhou?"
Jiang Fei did not respond, but stepped forward, took the tissue from his hand, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and lightly wiped the dust from under his eyebrows.
Yan Wang stared at her intently.
“I should have told you sooner,” Jiang Fei smiled, took back the tissue, folded it carefully, and continued to gently wipe the bloodstains from her cheek. “After all, I no longer want Qin Mo, but… you want Miss Ye.”
Yan Wang's throat tightened, and he looked down at the woman in front of him: "Jiang Fei..."
“He’s very good to me,” Jiang Fei continued to straighten his disheveled shirt, giving a bitter smile. “He gives me resources and money. I don’t ask for anything more.”
"So, even if he doesn't see me, doesn't like me, or even gives me to another man, it doesn't matter." Jiang Fei glanced casually down the corridor, then lowered her eyes, which were glistening with tears.
Yan Wang stared blankly at the tears in the corners of her eyes, a sharp pain churning in his heart: "Jiang Fei, you don't understand him at all..."
The sound abruptly stopped.
Jiang Fei gently stroked his cheek, gazing intently at him as if he were the only person in her eyes: "He looks a lot like you."
Yan Wang was startled, his heart filled with panic, as if something had completely slipped out of control, a feeling that filled him with dread.
Because of him? So, with Yan Yunzhou...
The next second, Yan Wang suddenly realized what was happening, stared at Jiang Fei, and then turned and walked towards the elevator, fleeing in near defeat.
Yan Wang's favorability rating: 90.
Jiang Fei watched his retreating figure, lowered her eyes, and gave a faint smile.
But she didn't go into the room. She stood quietly for a while, and when it was almost time, she turned to look at the end of the corridor: "Woke up so early?"
In the dim light, a person slowly walked out, still wearing a white shirt and black pants. His face was still pale due to his long illness, but a red mole under his eyebrow was made more striking by the light.
Yan Yunzhou stopped in front of Jiang Fei and looked down at her: "Miss Jiang."
Jiang Fei smiled: "Mr. Yan."
Yan Yunzhou gently took her hand, which had just been touching someone else, placed it on his cheek, and then turned his head to lightly kiss her palm:
"I look a lot like him?"
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