The Newlywed's Sweet Honey: Husband, Pamper Me to the Bone!

Chapter 811: Bloodstained Romance (14)

She felt as if her mind had become a chaotic mess, too many emotions crashing into her chest, so heavy that she couldn’t breathe.

But thinking of Lan Yueru, still in surgery, she struggled to stand up, took off her obstructive high heels, and staggered to follow his footsteps!

Outside Lan Yueru’s room, Yang Ru stood solemnly, and upon seeing Yan Sijue, he immediately nodded respectfully: "President."

"How is it?" He glanced indifferently at the door of the operating room.

Yang Ru shook his head with a bitter smile: "It’s not over yet... President, you and Lady Mu should leave here."

"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone indifferent, "Lady Mu?"

Yang Ru’s expression turned serious.

"President, you and the young madam should leave here first. In case the surgery fails..." Yang Ru corrected himself, advising them.

Mu Yiliang also arrived outside the operating room, and upon hearing Yang Ru’s words, she slowly exhaled and closed her eyes.

Her hands tightly clutched the hem of her dress.

Yan Sijue paused, slightly turned his face, and looked at Mu Yiliang standing beside him.

"Servants, take the young madam to the guest room." He spoke indifferently.

"No." Mu Yiliang opened her eyes, weakly refusing.

Yan Sijue’s gaze hardened.

"You really... never know how to listen." He laughed ambiguously, his gaze growing colder, "Someone, come."

Servants promptly appeared, intending to drag Mu Yiliang away.

Mu Yiliang tightly grabbed the railing of the corridor, unwilling to move. Her gaze carried a terrifying persistence, her expression resolute: "No, I absolutely won’t leave!"

The man seemed to lose patience, stepped forward to her, and forcefully pulled down her wrist!

She let out a low cry of surprise!

"No, I won’t leave..." she murmured, "I won’t let you stay here alone!"

"You want to die with me? I’m afraid you don’t even have that qualification." He sneered.

Mu Yiliang slightly raised her head and looked into his eyes: "Since you no longer care about me, then why are you unwilling to let me stay here? Are you afraid I might get hurt, afraid I might die?"

He squinted slightly, his eyes growing darker and more profound.

Mu Yiliang felt her heart racing exceptionally fast!

At that moment, she suddenly had a strange feeling, perhaps she had misunderstood, perhaps he hadn’t changed, he was still him, because he still cared about her life and death, he still loved her...

But in the next second, Yan Sijue indifferently released her wrist, a mocking smile on his lips: "Suit yourself."

Mu Yiliang froze for a moment, then let out a bitter smile, the sliver of hope that had just risen quickly extinguished.

It’s not the same after all...

If it were the previous Yan Sijue, he wouldn’t disregard Aunt Lan’s life and death, nor would he disregard his own life and death... What is the current Yan Sijue thinking? She completely couldn’t fathom it.

The man no longer looked at her, instead walked towards the operating room, reached out, and pushed open the door.

"President!"

"Si Jue!"

Yang Ru and Mu Yiliang cried out in unison, their voices filled with fear!

Yan Sijue turned his head to look at Mu Yiliang, raising his eyebrow slightly.

Mu Yiliang suddenly understood the meaning behind his gaze.

She involuntarily stepped back, tears welling up.

"Don’t... don’t go in." She murmured, "I’ll leave."

She turned around, walked step by step downstairs, appearing extremely weak, as if she could roll down the stairs at any moment.

Yan Sijue kept watching her departing back, his gaze swirling with unfathomable emotions.