Chapter 68 You're such a worry!
Shen Yunqi is gone.
Wang Yaqi looks like a pig's head.
The two burly men exchanged a glance, and one of them took out his phone and went outside to report to Si Jingxu.
Si Jingxu answered the phone outside the silent ward.
For a second-generation rich kid like Shen Yunqi who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun, handling things to this extent is already quite good.
He said into the phone, "There's a family living in apartment 405 of building 4 in this complex. Give them the envelope Zhou Ze gave you, and also give them the key to the room where this woman is being held. You don't need to worry about the rest."
Qi Feng said that Wang Yaqi was the mistress of a disgraced department head, and she had reaped a lot of benefits from her relationship with him.
The woman in apartment 405 was the wife of the disgraced department head.
When the director was in office, she wanted to get rid of that mistress.
But with someone protecting her, the legal wife couldn't find out any information.
Now, isn't that a coincidence?
The hateful mistress fell into his hands, and the wife still sought revenge and retribution.
Like Shen Yunqi, he couldn't bring himself to do something so low as to humiliate a woman.
But he couldn't interfere with what the former director's wife did.
After hanging up the phone, Si Jingxu pushed open the ward door, lowered his footsteps, and walked to Yan Buyu's bedside.
I reached out and touched her forehead; her temperature had dropped a little, and her cheeks were rosy.
His gaze fell on the piece of shirt fabric she was clutching.
I tried to tug at it, but it still wouldn't let go.
Si Jingxu's eyes flickered slightly; this child was too obsessed.
He usually seems quiet and good-tempered, but he's actually more stubborn than anyone else.
Her obsession with her biological mother and her deep concern for her family were beyond what others could imagine.
I sat down beside her bed and gently took her tightly clenched fist in my palm.
I wonder when I will hold such an important place in her heart.
The person who was sleeping peacefully was plunged into a nightmare again.
Her brows furrowed, tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto her ears, her voice urgent, "No, brother, don't go."
This shows she still misses Shen Yunqi.
Si Jingxu leaned close to Yan Buyu's ear, gently patted her head, and whispered soothingly, "He didn't go, he didn't go. Shen Yunqi didn't go skiing. You stopped him. Be good, don't cry."
The silent sobbing subsided a little. "You're not allowed to go."
"Why can't I go?" he asked in a low voice.
This was something Si Jingxu had been pondering all night but couldn't figure out. It was just a skiing trip abroad, so why was she reacting so strongly?
Yan Buyu, who was in a deep sleep, paused for a moment and whispered a few words.
Si Jingxu listened carefully and extracted two important words: avalanche and death.
He sighed softly, "Silly, obedient."
He wiped away her tears with his thumb, tapped her nose with his finger, and said in a low, gentle voice, "Sleep well, Xiao Buyu. Your brother Jingxu will watch over Shen Yunqi for you."
She seemed to have really listened, and silently drifted back into a deep sleep.
He didn't know how long he had slept, but he opened his eyes without saying a word.
It was an unfamiliar environment; she had never been here before.
I slowly sat up. There were monitoring devices by the bed, and the blanket covering me smelled faintly of disinfectant.
Hospital.
Why is she in the hospital?
After a few seconds, she remembered the situation before she fainted. She had arrived at the airport and caught Shen Yunqi.
But what about Shen Yunqi?
Without saying a word, he looked down and saw the corner of the floral shirt he was clutching in his hand.
A sense of foreboding washed over me.
Shen Yunqi's bastard brother cut off his clothes and went skiing?!
There was no one in the house, and no cell phone either.
She immediately jumped out of bed, put on her slippers, and ran outside.
"Madam, you're awake? Don't run around. You're weak and can't do strenuous exercise."
When the nurses at the nurses' station saw her, they quickly put down their phones, got up, and came over to her.
The nurse's phone was still playing the news: "An avalanche has struck an Australian ski resort, trapping several tourists. Rescue efforts are underway. The ski resort cannot confirm whether any of the trapped tourists are Chinese nationals."
The short video was playing on a loop.
He remained silent, his legs feeling like they were filled with lead and he couldn't move.
A buzzing sound filled my ears, and I couldn't hear any other sounds.
She still couldn't stop it, could she?
The next news was that all the trapped people had perished, including her brother, right?
The nurse called her name many times, but she didn't respond at all, which made the nurse very nervous.
"Silence! No words!"
The tinnitus in Yan Buyu's ears lessened a bit, and she thought she could hear her brother's voice.
It seemed as if my brother's image appeared before my eyes as well.
It wasn't the clothes he wore at the airport.
Is this... his soul coming to say goodbye, and incidentally blaming her for not being able to save him even after being reborn once?
Shen Yunqi was terrified. He remained silent as if he didn't recognize anyone, his whole body stiff and blank.
"Damn it, call the doctor!" he said to the nurse, then picked up Yan Buyu and ran to the ward.
Wait a minute, how could a soul carry her and run so fast?
After calming down, Yan Buyu asked, "Brother, Shen Yunqi?"
Shen Yunqi slowed his pace and looked down at her. "I'm here. Are you alright?"
Not only can it carry me around, but it can also talk, and it seems to still breathe and have body temperature.
"Put me down first," Yan Buyu said softly.
Shen Yunqi did as instructed, his eyes filled with worry.
The next second, he screamed with a contorted face, "Ah! Yan Buyu, why are you pinching my arm!"
It doesn't speak, it just blinks; it has a physical body and it feels pain.
"You didn't go skiing?" She held Shen Yunqi's grimacing face firmly with both hands, staring at him intently.
"No, you didn't bring him back to me," Shen Yunqi said.
With a sigh of relief, she pouted, and tears welled up in her eyes again. "You scared me to death!!"
Shen Yunqi hurriedly comforted her, "Don't cry, don't cry. The doctor told you not to get too excited. Please don't cry. I'm begging you. I was wrong, really wrong."
Yan Buyu's shoulders twitched. "You're such a worry!"
Shen Yunqi admitted his mistake with a good attitude, "Yes, yes, I'm not a good brother, I'm not as good as my sister, I'm not good, I was wrong, I will change."
Without saying a word, she raised her hand and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. "You're making me so angry."
"Want to slap me twice more to vent your anger?" Shen Yunqi bent down to look her in the eye. "But you're weak right now and don't have much strength. Wait until you're better before you slap me. I'll still call you 'brother' no matter what."
Silence: ...
Most of the time, she couldn't get angry with Shen Yunqi at all; he admitted his mistakes too quickly.
But she was unhappy and wanted to cause trouble, saying, "You blocked me and you're not answering my calls."
Shen Yunqi extended his right hand, making a vow gesture, "I didn't do it, it was all Wang Yaqi. If I could do such a thing, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death."
The most taboo thing for Yan Buyu to do now is to say the word "death".
She pinched the softest spot on Shen Yunqi's inner arm again, saying, "Don't say 'death'."
"Ouch, it hurts so much! No, it hurts so much! Let go! Ouch!"
Si Jingxu and the travel-worn Shen Yanzhou stood not far away, watching the intimate interaction between the brother and sister.
Si Jingxu raised an eyebrow and casually said, "Yanzhou, I didn't have time to tell you on the phone that Shen Lao Er blocked his sister's WeChat and phone number. We were so angry that we fainted."
Shen Yanzhou's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his gaze fixed on Shen Yunqi, who had a head of purple hair.
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