Chapter 798 Haoyue Extra (60)
After getting off the plane, Wen Yue arranged for Xiao Yang to return to the company, while she went straight to Tang Minghao's residence alone.
She knocked on the door of the house in the city center, but no one answered. There were two packages piled up at the door, covered in dust—clearly, the owner hadn't been back for several days.
She breathed a sigh of relief and then hurried back to the villa on the mountainside.
From a distance, the villas appeared as a dark, monotonous mass, without a single light.
But she still clung to a one in ten thousand chance.
Standing at the villa entrance, she let out a long breath and entered the password.
Soon, the door clicked open.
She subconsciously lowered her footsteps and walked into the room step by step.
The room was empty and deserted. She clenched her fist and turned on the wall light.
The orange light strips illuminated the room, making it feel even more empty.
Although the villas on the mountainside are decorated in a more upscale style than Tang Minghao's house in the city center, they still follow a simple and elegant style, and you can see the entire living room at a glance from the doorway.
The rooms were empty. Wen Yue was still not giving up, so she quickly went in and opened the door of every room to check.
Kitchen: No; Bathroom: No.
She let out a long breath and went up to the second floor again.
The master bedroom was empty, and the three secondary bedrooms were also empty...
At this point, even if she was unwilling to admit it, she had to accept that Tang Minghao was not at Shanshui'an.
The rope that had been tightly binding her heart snapped with a "clang." She sat on the sofa on the second floor, rubbed her face with both hands, and looked at the empty room, feeling somewhat lost for a moment.
Where are his two houses if he's not in Kyoto?
The Tang family?
It's not impossible...
With Tang Zhi gone, the Tang family certainly needs a leader. With everything in need of rebuilding, the possibility of him staying in the Tang family is actually greater.
Thinking of this, she stopped thinking about it and got up to leave.
However, she moved too quickly and didn't notice something under her feet. She accidentally kicked it, and the thing rolled several times on the ground before stopping.
It was an empty wine bottle.
Wen Yue paused slightly as she looked at the wine bottle.
He walked over a few steps, bent down, and picked up the wine bottle.
There was still a shallow layer of liquid in the bottle; she picked it up and examined it under the light.
The pale yellow wine swirled in the halo of light. The villa was quite dry, so why hadn't the wine in the bottle evaporated after all this time?
Or... there is another possibility.
Wen Yue's eyes flickered, and she suddenly remembered that there was another spot in the villa that she hadn't looked for.
The second basement level is the wine cellar.
Because it's underground, the temperature here is quite cool.
She wrapped her coat tighter around herself, and the moment she entered the wine cellar, she was hit by a pungent smell of alcohol.
Almost instantly, she made her decision.
Her hand unconsciously tightened again at her side, and without hesitation, she turned on the wall lamp.
This time, she spotted Tang Minghao immediately.
He was lying slumped over under the tall liquor rack on the left, his face flushed. Scattered on the ground beside him were a pile of liquor bottles: whiskey, red and white wine, and even a bottle of Niulanshan liquor...
When she first saw that bottle of wine, she thought that since the wine hadn't evaporated after so long, it was possible that the wine had just been drunk not long ago.
So she went underground with that inexplicable premonition.
He really is here!
The moment Wen Yue saw him, her heart skipped a beat, and when her gaze fell on the various wine bottles beside him, her heart sank even further.
She didn't dare to think too much, quickly walked to his side, and patted him: "Minghao-ge... Tang Minghao?!"
The person on the ground was unresponsive, breathing heavily.
Having lived in the Wen family for so many years, Wen Yue had learned some medical skills through observation and experience. Without saying a word, she reached out to take his pulse. The heartbeat under her fingertips was still strong and vigorous, and her heart instantly jumped from her throat back into her stomach.
However, the current situation is still far from optimistic.
Tang Minghao's face was unusually red, and it was burning hot to the touch, clearly indicating that he had a fever.
She dared not delay any longer. After shaking him several times without any response, she had no choice but to use all her strength to lift him up and drag him out little by little.
The moment Wen Yue placed the person on the large bed in the second-floor bedroom, she felt as if her whole body was about to fall apart.
She breathed a sigh of relief, then opened her phone, ordered takeout to deliver the medicine, and then began to clean him up.
She found clean pajamas in the closet and helped him wipe his body and change his clothes. She felt that the temperature on her face was probably about the same as his, but she still insisted on finishing.
The person on the bed seemed to feel refreshed as well, and uttered soft murmurs.
"Minghao, what did you say?" Wen Yue leaned closer instinctively.
The person on the bed shut up again.
The two were suddenly so close that Wen Yue was momentarily lost in thought.
The person on the bed looked unusually vulnerable. His face was red, but the base of his skin was deathly pale. Cold sweat occasionally broke out on his forehead, and his eyelashes trembled involuntarily. He had a broken beauty about him.
Wen Yue felt a surge of inexplicable restlessness in her heart and dared not watch any longer.
Just then, her phone rang. The medicine delivery person had arrived. She quickly went downstairs, took the medicine, and then went to the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge.
After going back upstairs and giving him the medicine, she sat down beside him and began to drift off into a daze again.
She couldn't guess how he had managed to get through those ten short days, so she could only reach out and gently touch his forehead.
Unexpectedly, he didn't move at all during the big fuss of moving him, but a gentle touch made him open his eyes.
Their eyes met, and Wen Yue was somewhat stunned.
However, Tang Minghao was even more stunned than she was.
He stared at her blankly for a moment, then whispered, "I was dreaming again."
He chuckled softly, reached out to take her hand, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Yueyue, you're so kind. You know I'm feeling down, so you always come to keep me company in my dreams."
Wen Yue found his "sleep talk" both amusing and heartbreaking.
She knew he wasn't fully conscious, so she reached out to get him a towel to wipe his sweaty forehead and help him clear his head. But as soon as she stood up, he grabbed her hand: "Don't go, don't go..."
His voice was choked with emotion, and Wen Yue's heart skipped a beat; she dared not move.
She sat down again, watching him curl up, burying his forehead in her hands, tears streaming down his face: "Yueyue, do you know, my brother is dead."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Yue felt a sharp pain in her heart, an indescribable ache.
At that moment, she almost doubted that she shared a body with him, otherwise why would she feel so uncomfortable?
Her hand unconsciously and gently touched the back of his head, feeling the dampness in her palm, and her heart felt as if it had been drenched by his tears.
Tang Minghao paused for a moment after saying this, waiting for his breath to catch before continuing, "Although we didn't get along, he was also the last family member I had in this world. I always hated how he interfered in my life. We didn't see eye to eye. I thought he was extreme and cold, and I wished I could grow wings and fly as far away from him as possible. But now that he's dead, all I can think about are the good things about him..."
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