Xu Zhuohua sat restlessly at the entrance of the emergency room, and Chen Hede pressed her down onto a wooden chair.
He comforted her, saying, "He doesn't have any fatal wounds, at most he's lost too much blood, there's nothing else wrong, just calm down."
Xu Zhuohua's tears fell like beads from a broken string. "It's all my fault. I'm the one who ruined him."
Chen Hede cupped Xu Zhuohua's face in his hands and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. "It's none of your business. Don't say that. Cheng Muyun will be sad if he hears it."
“If I hadn’t insisted on running away from home, you wouldn’t have tried to get me to go to the Paramount, I wouldn’t have met Miyata, I wouldn’t have accidentally killed him, and Cheng Muyun wouldn’t have offended Miyata to protect me.”
If there were a way to undo regrets, Xu Zhuohua would gladly give her life for it.
Chen Hede sighed, "Even without today's incident, friction between Miyata and Cheng Muyun would have been inevitable in their future collaborations. This incident was bound to happen!"
Xu Zhuohua was stunned. "What kind of cooperation?"
"The Dongxing South Line is in Cheng Muyun's hands. If the Japanese want guns from Dongzhou, they can only go through the Dongxing South Line."
It turns out that Cheng Muyun has already taken control of the southern route eastward.
Xu Zhuohua fell into deep thought.
She knew very well that Cheng Muyun had no relatives who looked like him, and the photos in history books always looked the same, after all, he died young.
Therefore, Cheng Muyun will not be replaced; he will follow the inevitable course of history.
"He won't die today; he'll live for two years," Xu Zhuohua murmured to himself.
Chen Hede didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"
Xu Zhuohua snapped out of her thoughts, her gaze gradually focusing. "It's nothing, I understand."
Chen Hede felt a pang of pity for Xu Zhuohua's current state. If he hadn't harbored suspicions and known that Miyata Takejiro wouldn't be able to swallow this insult and would definitely retaliate against Cheng Muyun, he would have felt much better.
These two people might become a pair of star-crossed lovers.
His collaboration with Cheng Muyun had just begun, and he didn't want to lose this partner.
He dared not admit that he was more worried about Xu Zhuohua.
I don't know when it started, maybe it was after she slapped herself, or maybe it was even earlier, but Chen Hede would always inquire about Xu Zhuohua, intentionally or unintentionally.
She was as vibrant and passionate as a rose, but now she is almost withered.
Chen Hede couldn't help but ask, "Actually, you know that being around Cheng Muyun can be very dangerous."
Xu Zhuohua raised her eyes, which were filled with tears. Her eyelashes and tears were stuck together, like dewdrops condensing on grass in the morning. Her aggrieved eyes flashed with a stubborn light.
"I know, I've always wanted to escape, but I've never actually escaped."
Xu Zhuohua spoke calmly, as if she had accepted her fate, but the light in her eyes could not be hidden.
Ever since Chen Hede learned that Xu Zhuohua was not the biological daughter of the Xu family, he felt sorry for her and understood why Xu Zhuohua had always wanted to escape.
"If you want to escape the Xu family, I can help you."
Xu Zhuohua looked at Chen Hede in disbelief, "You're helping me?"
The man nodded, his usually aloof eyes trembling slightly. "I can help you escape Xinhai City. The world is vast; you can go wherever you want."
Xu Zhuohua's first reaction was to be tempted, but then she thought that Chen Hede's future endeavors would be inseparable from Cheng Muyun's help.
If Cheng Muyun discovers this, their alliance will collapse, which would be troublesome for Chen Hede and the organization members who need protection.
"I'll contact you when I need to leave, after all, you're a friend of mine."
Chen Hede felt a warmth in his heart after hearing this. After all these years of hard work, very few people would consider him a friend.
After all, there are no eternal friendships, only long-term interests.
"Okay. It's a deal."
Xu Zhuohua looked at Chen Hede, whose eyes were resolute, and found that he seemed completely different from when they first met.
The ice that had stood for millennia melted, and the cold, clear eyes seemed to regain a touch of warmth.
The emergency room door suddenly opened, and Cheng Muyun was wheeled out.
Xu Zhuohua immediately grabbed Cheng Muyun's hand and stood beside him, "Cheng Muyun!"
The nurse stopped Xu Zhuohua, saying, "The anesthesia hasn't worn off yet; he won't wake up for another three hours."
Xu Zhuohua asked anxiously, "How is he?"
The doctor removed his gauze mask. "Besides the external injuries, there was excessive blood loss, but he was brought in in time. The bullet didn't damage his spleen or internal organs, so he's very lucky. He just needs some rest to recover."
Hearing the doctor's answer, Xu Zhuohua finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The taut string finally snapped, and my body was suddenly drained of energy, tilting to one side.
Chen Hede reacted quickly and caught the limp body.
As dawn broke, birdsong filled the air, and a patch of light spilled across the ground, casting the shape of the window.
Xu Zhuohua was awakened by the pungent smell of disinfectant.
She slowly opened her eyes, and found Chen Hede asleep beside her bed.
Her mind was in turmoil. She stared at the ceiling to sort out her thoughts, remembering that Cheng Muyun had been seriously injured.
Xu Zhuohua suddenly sat up, startling Chen Hede awake.
How is Cheng Muyun?
Xu Zhuohua held Chen Hede's arm, and the man looked down at Xu Zhuohua's fingers. "He's awake."
"It's good that you're alright. I'll go check on you." Xu Zhuohua jumped off the hospital bed.
But her wrist was grabbed. "The Cheng family has sent people. It's not convenient for you to go over now."
Xu Zhuohua walked out as if she hadn't heard anything. She couldn't care about anything else right now; Cheng Muyun was all she could think about.
Two soldiers were standing at the door of Cheng Muyun's ward. Xu Zhuohua recognized them at a glance. Just as she was about to go in, the two soldiers blocked her way.
"Excuse me, Miss Xu, you can't go in."
Xu Zhuohua frowned. "You know who I am, so why won't you let me in?"
"This is the warlord's order."
"Please leave, Miss Xu."
Xu Zhuohua stood there stunned. Chen Hede chased after her and draped his coat over her shoulders.
"Why would the warlord issue such an order?" Xu Zhuohua couldn't believe it.
"The warlord's wife said that Mu Yun's injury was all because of you, and she hopes you will stay away from Mu Yun."
Luo Yunqiao walked over carrying a food box, and the guard immediately took the food box eagerly, wanting to open the door for Luo Yunqiao.
"Luo Yunqiao?"
"Yes, it's me, Miss Xu. Mu Yun saved you. He's a man of great loyalty. But you two are no longer engaged. Mu Yun and I are about to get engaged, so it's only right that I take care of him. You just woke up, right? Go and rest first."
Are they getting engaged soon?
Xu Zhuohua couldn't believe it. She grabbed Luo Yunqiao's hand. "Impossible. The Dongxing South Line has already been handed over to Cheng Muyun. He should keep his promise."
Luo Yunqiao arrogantly brushed Xu Zhuohua's hand away, "Speaking of which, didn't you run away from your wedding? What are you doing back now? Hasn't Mu Yun suffered enough for you?"
"What do you mean?" Xu Zhuohua didn't understand Luo Yunqiao's words.
"What I mean is, since you've already run away from the wedding, then leave cleanly and don't interfere with me and Brother Mu Yun."
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