Chapter 69 Then let me go.
My heart felt like it was being crushed, and it started throbbing violently with each beat.
Mu Yan's breathing gradually became rapid, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He curled up on his side, as if that would make him feel a little better.
Shang Qiyue had already learned about his condition from the doctor and felt extremely distressed. He knelt down by the bed and gently massaged Mu Yan's chest.
Mu Yan buried half her head in his chest, and a salty, metallic taste suddenly filled his nostrils, causing tears to fall uncontrollably.
Shang Qiyue finished his examination at 2 a.m. yesterday. He called his second assistant from home to the hospital and asked him to guard Mu Yan's ward. If anyone he couldn't stop insisted on going in, he was to report to him immediately.
The second assistant rarely handles these kinds of things; it's all Luo Cheng's job. Luo Cheng is far more like President Shang's confidant than him, and President Shang often doesn't trust others with these kinds of matters.
He vaguely understood why the job that originally belonged to Luo Cheng had fallen to him, and he also guessed who the person who "couldn't be stopped from going in" was.
Although Mingkang still bears the surname Shang, it has long since shown the momentum of a rising generation surpassing the old. Shang Hongsheng and Shang Qiyue would even clash in public settings like the board meeting, and the second assistant couldn't figure out how someone as smart as Luo Cheng could have chosen the wrong side.
However, sometimes, being too clever for one's own good backfires. The second assistant knew he wasn't cut out for this job, so he ordered himself a milk tea with extremely high caffeine content and obediently stood guard at the ward door.
The next day at noon, he indeed saw Shang Hongsheng, who looked unfriendly and tried to force his way into the ward.
Knowing that it would be useless to stop him, he did not try to stop him further, but immediately sent a message to Shang Qiyue as soon as Shang Hongsheng went in.
Shang Qiyue did not reply. The second assistant guessed that he was probably resting. He did not have the ability to read people's expressions and make decisions like Luo Cheng did. He only remembered Shang Qiyue's instruction to report to him immediately, so he went to Shang Qiyue's ward and woke him up.
But for Shang Qiyue, it was still a little too late.
When Shang Qiyue arrived, Shang Hongsheng had already left for a while. He ran into the doctor who had just left and learned about Mu Yan's aftereffects from the doctor.
The doctor, probably afraid that he would blame himself, emphasized several times that it was highly likely to be curable and would not have much impact on his daily life.
Even if Shang Qiyue's grades weren't good, he knew that even a minor illness was still an illness. He listened quietly, then thought of the pale face of Mu Yan that he had seen before losing consciousness in the cabin.
Mu Yan was already in poor health.
When he found Mu Yan at the hospital, he thought, "He's so thin. I must make sure he gets better."
But now, it seems to be getting worse the more I raise it.
Why did this happen? Shang Qiyue felt a tightness in his chest. He clearly wanted to treat him well, at least to fatten him up a bit, make him healthier, so that his bones wouldn't be hurt when he was held, and he wouldn't often have low blood sugar and be weak.
Whether from crying or feeling sad, Mu Yan had no strength left. She stopped yelling at him to get out and just leaned against him, her face pale and trembling slightly from her physical reaction, like a little dog shivering under the eaves of a rainy day.
The doctor said that the illness is not serious when it flares up, but there is no magic cure that can make it better immediately; the only thing that can be done is to calm the patient's emotions and let it subside gradually.
He had almost no memory of what happened inside the cabin, except for the time when sedatives were being forced into the air vents. He only remembered a few moments when he was conscious and touched the blood on Mu Yan's back.
He wanted to send Mu Yan out, but the hatch was firmly locked, and it was as if everyone outside had lost contact. Finally, Mu Yan hugged him and said, "Mark me. I actually want you to get better too."
For the first time, Shang Qiyue felt like a useless piece of trash who couldn't do anything.
Mu Yan cried until she nearly fainted, and kept telling him to get out.
Shang Qiyue felt as if he had caught something from him, and he also felt a bit short of breath and tightness in his chest.
He didn't know what to do now. If he left, would Mu Yan feel better, or would he feel abandoned again?
He held Mu Yan in his arms, feeling as if the person in his arms was a porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment. He dared not tighten his grip, nor did he dare to let go.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, "I'm sorry, Yan Yan... Are you blaming me? Cry it out, it'll make you feel better."
Mu Yan seemed to be provoked by those words, struggling to push him away forcefully: "What's the use of saying sorry now! What's the use of you coming here now? Get out! It's best for my health if I can't see you!"
Shang Qiyue had been squatting by his bedside for a long time, and his legs were already a little numb. When he was pushed, he fell straight backward.
Mu Yan was also stunned, but before he could say anything, Shang Qiyue quickly got up and silently continued to massage his chest.
The knot in his chest seemed to have eased a bit. Mu Yan was always one to respond to gentle persuasion but not force, and given his heart condition, he didn't want to make things difficult for himself. Anyway, it was the last time they would meet, so he decided to part ways amicably.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Shang Qiyue. Shang Qiyue noticed his gaze and said "I'm sorry" in a low voice.
"My dad came to see you, didn't he?"
Mu Yan turned her gaze away, but couldn't help but use a sarcastic tone: "Yeah, are you going to break ties with your father for me?"
In every sense, Mu Yan could hardly be considered a harsh person. In the past, he might not have uttered a single rhetorical question out of a hundred sentences, and in front of Shang Qiyue, every single word he uttered was gentle and kind.
But today, it seems he's said all the harsh things he's ever said in his life.
Perhaps Shang Qiyue's words were too harsh, and this might be his only chance to get revenge.
"I..." Shang Qiyue didn't look away immediately. This Mu Yan was unfamiliar to him, but for some reason, hearing him say such words, which should have been somewhat provocative, gave Shang Qiyue a strange feeling, which he couldn't quite put his finger on—whether it was a sense of satisfaction or sadness.
Give me some time.
“I know they’ve been bullying you while I’m away, and I won’t let them get away with it. But I need some time. Give me a month… half a month,” Shang Qiyue gritted his teeth. “I won’t let you suffer in vain. I’ll send him to prison or a mental hospital. I’ll definitely get back what you’ve been wronged for.”
He looked up at Mu Yan, his eyes filled with sincerity: "If you don't like this relationship, let's get married, okay? I'll order a ring right now, and if it's expedited, it can be shipped from Milan in half a month... After I get revenge for you, we'll get married."
“I don’t want to marry you.” Mu Yan interrupted him, her eyes showing no hesitation. “I hate this relationship. I hate everyone around you, and I can’t help but hate you.”
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Shang Qiyue by the neck.
As an S-class alpha facing an ordinary person with poor health, Shang Qiyue could easily break free from him.
But Shang Qiyue didn't move or struggle. He just quietly looked at Mu Yan and even raised his hand to gently touch Mu Yan's wrist, as if to comfort him.
As the air in his lungs was gradually forced out, Shang Qiyue began to feel dizzy.
Because Shang Hongsheng and Luo Cheng dislike him... which means that if these people weren't there, Mu Yan wouldn't dislike him.
It means... I didn't dislike him before.
Mu Yan watched as his face gradually turned pale, and finally let go of his hand.
Shang Qiyue caught his breath and instinctively gasped for air.
"Baby..." After catching his breath, he looked up at Mu Yan, "Is this any better?"
"No," Mu Yan said softly. "If it makes you feel bad, I won't feel good either."
"If I stab you with a knife now, I won't get away with it either."
Kind people can never derive pleasure from the suffering of others.
Therefore, kind people are always suffering, while evil people are always carefree.
However, if the person being choked in front of him were Shang Hongsheng, Mu Yan felt that he might not be so kind after all.
If murder were not illegal, he would not hesitate to stab someone.
He might still care about Shang Qiyue a little and be reluctant to part with him, even though Mu Yan himself didn't want to admit it.
If Shang Qiyue had said he loved him and wanted to marry him from the beginning, he would have tested him again and again with some skepticism.
If Shang Qiyue had said he loved him during their argument, he might have actually believed it and given his heart to her.
But what's the use of saying "I love you" now? It's too late. Mu Yan just wants to stay far away from him, even with the aftereffects of her illness.
This time it's a minor heart condition, but what will it be next time? Everyone keeps telling him that the illness isn't serious and can be cured, but at least until it's cured, when he's broke and desperate again, he won't even be able to do jobs like sorting packages or delivering food.
“But I will be happy,” Shang Qiyue said.
"I bit you, you stabbed me, that's fair. I'd be happy to be stabbed by you."
"Yan Yan, believe it or not, I don't know if I've told you before, but my relationship with him... Shang Hongsheng isn't good," Shang Qiyue blurted out, something he had actually told Mu Yan long ago. "He's very insistent on curing my illness, not because he cares about me, but because he thinks it's shameful for an heir to be sick, and I didn't grow up by his side..."
"I have no family. Will you be my family? I love you. You're all I have... I swear, I will never let what happened yesterday happen again. I will protect you."
"Shang Qiyue, I know it wasn't your fault yesterday." Mu Yan looked at him and suddenly felt a little dazed. Whenever there was a conflict between him and Shang Qiyue, it was often him who was hesitant and overthinking, while it was often Shang Qiyue who was detached and didn't care.
This was the first time he had ever seen Shang Qiyue so anxious and racking his brains.
"But being right doesn't mean being without fault. I don't want to continue. If you really care about me, please let me go."
"You said you'd be happy if I stabbed you in the back, but I still care about you a little. I don't want you to get hurt, so I don't want this fairness. This is how I show my care for you. If you care about me even a little, then let me go. I'll be better off without you."
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