novelraw Chapter 413 - 210. The plane flying to Paris had an accident, and among the victims was Lu Li.
Chapter 413 - 210. The plane flying to Paris had an accident, and among the victims was Lu Li.
Of course, aside from the weak sounds of breathing, he couldn’t get any response.The storm outside continued, with thunder and lightning crossing through the glass, preventing the white room from being terrifyingly silent.
Mu Jin Huan turned off the incandescent light on the ceiling, leaving only a small wall lamp lit, enough to illuminate.
"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone at home," his hoarse voice murmured almost inaudibly, as his long fingers tenderly brushed away the strands of hair stuck to the woman’s cheek, moving gently, as if afraid that a little force might hurt the paper-like person.
Suddenly, the red mark on Nan Wan’s slightly swollen left cheek came into his sight, and his rough fingertip paused.
It was scratched by Zhao Ying’s long nails, and Mu Jin Huan hadn’t noticed it before, covered as it was by wet hair.
The lightning’s white light fell into the ward, illuminating Mu Jin Huan’s sharply defined features, with dark eyes surging with hidden emotions.
His fingers froze for several minutes, then slowly moved down, pulling back her hospital gown’s collar. Even in the dim light, the bruises were particularly visible against the pale skin.
How dare those people... how dare they!
His facial lines were extremely cold, yet his eyes were like a silent sea, but beneath that sea lay a whistle capable of devouring everything in the world.
He closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the rage in his heart.
When he opened his eyes again, the shadows in them had disappeared.
His well-defined fingers interlaced with hers, their fingers tightly clasped together.
Then, he bent down to kiss her cheek, murmuring words spilling from his throat, "I will give it all back, I definitely will."
It was unclear if she truly heard him, but Nan Wan’s fingertip twitched slightly, just once, brushing lightly against Mu Jin Huan’s hand, but he still felt it.
Because of this nearly imperceptible tremor, Mu Jin Huan’s stern features softened significantly, even his long dim eagle eyes showed an expression of tenderness.
There was a gentle curve to his lips.
"Wanwan, be good, just like this, you can hear me talking, can’t you?" With their fingers still interlocked, he brought her hand to his lips, planting tiny kisses along her hand’s back, "So, you must wake up."
His voice was lingering, as if enticing, as if bewitching.
"The baby is very brave, we still don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, I’ll wait for you to wake up and see together, okay?"
The sound of wind and rain hitting the window outside almost completely drowned out his words.
Aside from that slight tremor, no matter what Mu Jin Huan said, Nan Wan had no other response, as if she were an immobile, expressionless toy doll.
Mu Jin Huan grew slightly angry, holding the woman’s fingertip and biting lightly, his hoarse voice threatening, "Wanwan, if you keep sleeping like this, I’ll sell the baby!"
...
In the dimly lit ward, people outside could only see the man’s back through the glass on the door.
Lonely, silent.
Secretary Tang couldn’t bear to watch any longer, lowering her tiptoes to the ground, averting her gaze, respectfully seeking Nan Ze’s opinion, "Mr. Nan, perhaps you should go home and rest for a night?"
Whether one person keeps watch or two, Mrs. Mu’s condition won’t change because of it.
Nan Ze pocketed his hands, expressionless, his gaze resting on the small wall lamp in the ward, neither saying he would leave nor stay.
About two minutes later, he spoke faintly, "Did you find the ones who kidnapped Wanwan?"
Without hesitation, Secretary Tang nodded affirmatively, "Yes, we found them. President Mu’s entire attention is focused on Mrs. Mu now, he probably doesn’t have the energy to pursue these matters..."
He didn’t even glance at his biological son; how could he have the energy to punish those people?
She had no doubt, as long as Mrs. Mu doesn’t wake up, President Mu will not leave this hospital.
Just like... just like a year ago, when Mrs. Mu fell into the water, President Mu didn’t sleep for two nights, only eating a few bites once Mrs. Mu escaped the Ghost Gate.
Nan Ze withdrew his gaze, his tall, upright body standing in front of the ward door, casting a long shadow on the ground.
His dark eyes narrowed slightly, hiding his emotions flawlessly, without any noticeable difference, his voice frighteningly indifferent, "Where are they?"
It was Secretary Tang’s first time speaking face-to-face with this man.
Many years ago, when she was still in college, countless classmates around her clutched their phones, gazing at his photos even if it was just a side profile, enough to swoon for half a day.
The rising star in the business world, whose bold moves left seasoned veterans ashamed, had multiple university professors using him as a teaching example, all giving unanimous thumbs-up praise.