Chapter 42 Even if I have to go to hell, I will bring you back.
The sky was bright.
My whole body was covered in sticky, cold sweat.
Wen Yanyu slowly opened her eyes, and several people sleeping in a circle around the bed came into view.
My brain has been stuck for a long time; my thinking is sluggish.
what happens.
"Baby!" Jiang Wanrou immediately came over when she saw that he was awake: "Is there anything else that hurts? Does your body hurt? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Cold?"
Wen Yanyu stared at her blankly for a long time before belatedly remembering what had happened at the foot of the mountain.
"You're finally awake." Lu Mingxu, awakened by the noise, quickly came over and touched his forehead: "The fever is gone."
Jiang Keyan also touched it a couple of times, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
"Should we take him to the city hospital to get him checked out?"
"We have to send it, we definitely have to send it."
"The rain hasn't stopped outside, and we can't drive out."
"That stupid production crew secretly turned on the camera yesterday. I wouldn't have known if I hadn't checked my phone. I'm going to find that bastard director after I finish recording the show."
Jiang Wanrou said helplessly, "You should calm down first. Don't hit people all the time, or your sister will get angry again."
"Take Yan Yu to the village clinic for an IV drip."
"Eat first! Eat first, feed Yan Yu some porridge first."
"Quickly, who will cook?"
The group chattered amongst themselves.
Wen Yanyu felt dizzy and her memories of last night surfaced in fragments.
Wen Yanyu grabbed Lu Mingxu's wrist and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, did I scratch you yesterday?"
Upon hearing this, the group simultaneously recalled the events of the previous night, their expressions becoming complex.
Lu Mingxu shook his head, touched his forehead, and said casually, "It's okay, you didn't do it on purpose. Don't do it again next time."
Duan Mufeng couldn't help but ask what exactly happened last night.
Jiang Wanrou glanced at him and immediately interrupted gently, "Baby, are you hungry now? Mom... Aunt Jiang will cook you some porridge, okay?"
Wen Yanyu glanced at the woman, stared blankly for a long time, and then nodded.
Jiang Wanrou sighed, tucked the blanket back in for him, and pushed the three of them to get up and leave.
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After washing up under the watchful eyes of several people, Wen Yanyu barely managed to finish a bowl of porridge before leaning back in her chair and turning on her phone, which had been off all night.
Upon opening her phone and reading the message, Wen Yanyu's pupils dilated slightly.
From 4 a.m. to 9 a.m., my phone screen was filled with more than 200 missed calls and a flood of messages.
4:21 a.m.
[Wen Yanyu, how did you get that thing in your hand?]
4:36.
Why don't you tell me anything?
4:46
[There was nothing six months ago, what were you doing? Why don't I know anything about this?]
5:01
[What medication did you get prescribed? Your stomach condition isn't serious enough to require controlled painkillers. What exactly happened?]
5:23.
[Wen Yanyu, how many things have you been hiding from me? Is it fun to play with me?]
7:56.
[Wen Yanyu, I hate you so much.]
7:57
[Wen Yanyu, this isn't over between us.]
Wen Yanyu's eyelashes trembled wildly, her fingertips hovering repeatedly over the blacklist page.
As if sensing something, another message popped up on the page, and a phone call came in at the same time.
[Wen Yanyu, if you dare block me again, I'll go to your show's set right now and kidnap you.]
Looking at the message on the other end, Wen Yanyu glanced at the photographer beside her, hung up the phone, and hurriedly lowered her head to type.
We're live streaming right now, so it's inconvenient for us to answer the phone. I'll try to make up for what I owe you, so don't worry. I really won't drag you into any more public scrutiny.
I know it's all my fault. I dragged you into this public opinion and hurt you. You can retaliate against me if you want, but everything else is my private matter. Please don't investigate any further.
Wen Yanyu lowered her head, her hands trembling as she typed, and her eyes reddened.
On the other side, looking at the words "private matters" on the screen.
The words were typed out and deleted quickly, but his thoughts were as chaotic as a ball of steel wool, constantly scraping against his flesh, causing pain and confusion. Fu Hanchuan bit his lip to keep himself from losing control.
Why do you keep messing with my emotions? Why can't I forget you even though I want to? Why are you so greedy...?
Be greedy...
Fu Hanchuan paused in his movements, his rapidly beating heart suddenly skipping a beat.
In that moment of distraction, the glass beside me fell to the ground, shattering with a loud bang.
Everyone in the conference room shuddered and looked up to see the man in the chief seat with a gloomy face, his suppressed anger sending chills down their spines.
Did working overtime for half a month straight make even the King of Hell want to vent his anger?
Fu Hanchuan ignored the stares of those around him and continued typing away.
[When have I ever cared about that bullshit public opinion! Who's bringing up personal matters with you! This is something you owe me! What are you being so sentimental about! I told you, don't even think about making me bear the burden of a life!]
[Wen Yanyu, if you dare to die, I'll go to hell and bring you back.]
His cold, sharp features, as if outlined by thick ink, and the suppressed anger in his gray-blue eyes were about to burst forth, caused his phone to be slammed onto the table with a bang.
Fu Hanchuan closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his usual cold and calm demeanor restored. "I apologize, I was dealing with some personal family matters just now. I apologize for taking up your time. Let's continue."
After speaking, the man glanced to the side and continued to explain the recent plans of each company to the crowd.
The presentation was clear, professional, and rigorous, as if nothing had happened except for shards of glass scattered on the floor, demonstrating to everyone that what had just occurred was not an illusion.
The group exchanged silent glances for a few seconds.
At the same time, I felt a deep sense of emotion.
As expected, that position still belongs to someone like the "King of Curry".
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