The melodious ringing of the telephone broke the silence in the ward.
Shen Yanqing glanced at the person still fast asleep on the bed and pressed the answer button.
Big Head's urgent voice came quickly from the other end of the phone.
Shen Yanqing's brow furrowed deeply: "What happened?"
Ye Chuyue and Song Anze had just returned to their room when they ran into Shen Yanqing, whose face was cold and stern.
"President Shen?"
Before Song Anze could even greet him, Shen Yanqing had already walked to the door with a cold expression: "Take good care of her for me. I'll be back in a bit."
“She’s my aunt, I’ll definitely take good care of her, there’s no need for an outsider like you to interfere.”
Ye Chuyue rolled her eyes, her tone displeased: "If I hadn't found out by accident, you wouldn't have wanted to hide my aunt, would you? Let me tell you, I will not agree to you pursuing my aunt."
Shen Yanqing paused in her tracks: "Our affairs are none of your business, you little brat."
“Then let’s wait until Auntie wakes up before we talk about it,” Ye Chuyue said. “Let’s see if she listens to me or to you, an outsider.”
Shen Yanqing: "..."
If she weren't someone Weiwei cared about, he would definitely make her regret speaking to him in that tone.
Song Anze, who was standing next to her, was also surprised by Ye Chuyue's courage and turned pale with fright.
He quickly reached out and grabbed Ye Chuyue: "President Shen, she's still a child, please don't take it to heart..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Yanqing gave them a cold glance and strode away.
They just left like that?
Song Anze was stunned for a moment. When did Boss Shen change his ways? He's actually so easy to talk to?
...
It's early autumn in September, the most comfortable time of year.
As the autumn wind begins to blow, it dispels the lingering heat of late summer and brings a touch of coolness.
Shen Yanqing's dark eyes swept indifferently over the row of black-clad bodyguards in front of him, his face expressionless.
A few drops of cold sweat slid down the neck of the leader, who was clearly in a cool season, but his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
His sweat-soaked shirt clung tightly to his back, and his muscles were taut, revealing his tension.
"Boss, that brat has just been rescued."
After being stared at coldly by Shen Yanqing for a moment, Da Tou had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak.
Shen Yanqing's dark eyes swept over the crowd, his voice cold and deep: "Chase after them."
Upon hearing his order, the bodyguards finally breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly bowed to him, and got into their cars one by one to chase after the person.
In a short while, only Da Tou remained in the same spot. He spoke somewhat nervously, "Boss, those people are all masked, so we can't see their faces, but they all have a snake-shaped tattoo on the back of their hands."
"Have someone find out who those people are as soon as possible," Shen Yanqing's voice was like ice, "I need the results within three hours."
Knowing that his boss was in a bad mood, Da Tou didn't dare to disobey him and quickly accepted the order to leave.
Meanwhile, inside the ward.
Not long after Shen Yanqing left the room, a noisy commotion came from outside.
A young nurse rushed in, knocking on the door with a frantic expression: "Dean Song, something terrible has happened!"
Song Anze's brow twitched suddenly, and he had a bad feeling about it.
Without thinking twice, he hurriedly asked, "What happened? What's wrong?"
The nurse's voice was urgent: "A patient is causing trouble, insisting that we killed his mother. He's making a huge scene outside right now and demands that you come out to see him..."
Upon hearing this, Song Anze frowned, turned around and instructed Ye Chuyue to take good care of Gu Baiwei, then hurriedly left with the nurse.
The corridor was crowded with onlookers, and a middle-aged man with a stubble beard was holding up a sign with bright red writing on it, wailing incessantly.
There were even quite a few reporters taking photos and conducting interviews nearby.
Song Anze strode forward with a sullen face, and the surrounding reporters immediately swarmed around him, completely surrounding him.
At the back of the crowd, two men dressed in black exchanged a glance and quietly walked towards the ward area when no one was looking.
Inside the ward, Ye Chuyue paced back and forth anxiously as she listened to the growing noise outside.
Just then, the ward door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Ye Chuyue thought it was Song Anze returning, so she hurriedly looked up.
But then she was suddenly confronted with two unfamiliar faces. After a moment of stunned silence, she said, "This is a private ward. Please leave."
However, the two tall men dressed in black who entered seemed not to hear them and walked straight to the bedside.
Ye Chuyue realized something was wrong and quickly blocked their path: "What are you doing? I'm calling the police if you take another step!"
As she spoke, she took out her phone and pretended to make a call. The two men in black exchanged glances, and one of them quickly stepped forward, grabbed Ye Chuyue's wrist, and snatched the phone from her hand.
"you……"
Before she could finish speaking, she felt a sudden pain in the back of her head and then completely fainted.
When Song Anze returned, he found that Gu Baiwei's ward door was open, and the ward was quiet and without any sound.
A bad feeling inexplicably welled up in his mind, so he quickened his pace and opened the door.
The hospital bed was empty; the person who should have been lying on it was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a messy blanket piled haphazardly at the foot of the bed.
Song Anze's gaze shifted downwards, and he saw the petite figure lying motionless on the ground. His heart clenched instantly.
"Chu Yue!"
His face turned pale instantly, and he trembled as he helped the person up from the ground.
He carefully checked Ye Chuyue's breathing with his finger and felt her steady breathing. Only then did his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally relax completely.
He let the man lean against him and hurriedly called Shen Yanqing.
On the other side, just as Shen Yanqing got into the driver's seat of the car, her phone rang.
When he saw that it was Song Anze calling, a bad feeling inexplicably welled up in his mind.
At the same time, Gu Baiwei woke up from her coma and found herself lying in an antique-style room, the furnishings of which were quite familiar.
A young man dressed in a black brocade robe with subtle embroidery sat on the edge of the bed, gazing intently at her with gentle, tender eyes.
Seeing her wake up, the man's overly pale face lit up with joy: "Weiwei, you're finally awake."
Gu Baiwei's gaze fell on his face, and after staring at him for a moment, her crimson lips parted slightly: "Husband?"
The scene in my dream completely overlapped with what was happening before my eyes at this moment.
She clearly remembered the identity of the man in front of her—her newlywed husband, Qi Yu.
Upon hearing this address, Qi Yu's face blossomed into a warm smile: "Weiwei, you finally remembered. I'm so happy."
As he spoke, he reached out to take Gu Baiwei's hand, but as soon as he touched her fingers, Gu Baiwei reflexively moved her hand away.
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