In that instant, only two words echoed in Song Xi's mind: *escape!*
But as she turned and saw the man lying on the hospital bed, her steps faltered.
The large VIP ward was luxurious and high-class.
The weather was fine that day, sunlight filtering through the curtains onto the wooden floor, as if injecting a hint of warmth into the room.
The man's eyes were tightly shut, his chiseled profile sharp and clear.
Yet, even in his sleep, one could sense the powerful aura emanating from him, and a chilling cold that pierced straight to the bone.
Song Xi subconsciously swallowed.
She felt the entire situation was absurd. It was as if everyone believed it was her fault, but she was genuinely unaware.
This was bad enough, but Lou Yuming had to fall ill and be hospitalized. Now, she was utterly unforgivable!
Song Xi sighed, glanced at Lou Yuming, and finally decided to wait for him to wake up and explain everything.
An hour later, Shao Cheng came for rounds and found Duan Xiu sitting by the door.
"Hey. What are you doing here?"
Shao Cheng's tone was unfriendly. He always believed in reciprocating treatment.
From the moment he first met this kid, he'd sensed hostility, so Shao Cheng saw no need to be polite.
Duan Xiu, with a grim expression, shot him a glance and remained silent.
This brat...
Shao Cheng pouted, ignored him, and was about to open the door to go in.
Duan Xiu suddenly spoke, "Wait! You can't go in now."
Shao Cheng's expression soured slightly. "I'm the doctor."
Duan Xiu blocked the doorway directly, his face cold. "Someone is inside."
"Who?"
Shao Cheng's brow furrowed, having guessed correctly. "Song Xi?"
"This big star has quite the airs. Finally decided to show up," Shao Cheng sneered.
Hearing his tone, Duan Xiu's expression shifted. "When did she and Uncle Lou get together?"
Shao Cheng turned and sat on a chair, speaking calmly. "Guess."
Duan Xiu's expression was tense, but he didn't want to beg Shao Cheng, so he said stubbornly, "She's not worthy of Uncle Lou!"
Shao Cheng actually agreed with this.
"She is indeed not worthy, but it doesn't stop someone from liking her."
Duan Xiu scoffed. "That's not called liking."
"Kid, do you even know what liking is?" Shao Cheng glanced at his watch, too annoyed to waste more words. He stood up and said, "A reminder, you'd better not meddle in Uncle Lou's affairs, especially concerning Song Xi."
"Why!" Duan Xiu blurted out.
Seeing that Lou Yuming had such a young fan, Shao Cheng decided to explain it more clearly to him.
"His body has been fine for a long time. Why do you think he's still hospitalized?"
Duan Xiu's head felt like it had exploded.
Shao Cheng's words were practically screaming "playing the victim."
Duan Xiu was filled with horror, as if struck by a massive blow.
The once formidable figure, second to none, who dominated the business world and struck fear into everyone, the King of Hell himself, why would he resort to feigning weakness for a woman?
Why...
Inside the ward.
In truth, Lou Yuming had woken up the very second Song Xi entered.
His sleep had always been light, and with his body fully recovered, his senses were sharp.
Lou Yuming had been waiting for Song Xi to say something, hoping to hear a word or two of sincerity. But an hour or two passed, and the ward remained silent.
Lou Yuming's brow furrowed slightly. He slowly opened his eyes and looked. The woman had fallen asleep on the sofa.
"..."
Lou Yuming's mouth twitched, then he closed his eyes again and suddenly coughed.
"Cough—"
Song Xi was startled awake.
She rubbed her eyes, looked at the man who was still "unconscious," and asked, "Were you dreaming?"
Lou Yuming: "..."
As the sun began to set, painting the sky with clouds like burning embers.
Song Xi walked to the bedside, gazing at the man's handsome face. Perhaps it was the sunset, but she felt Lou Yuming's face was very red, as if he were angry.
"I'll be leaving now. You rest well."
Song Xi was being considerate. As she turned to leave, her wrist was suddenly grasped, followed by a powerful tug backward.
The icy touch, like that of a snake, sent Song Xi yelping in alarm.
"Rest well?"
A low, cold voice sounded in her ear.
Song Xi's face was forced to turn. The man's obsidian eyes were inches away, gleaming with a chilling light.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Song Xi: It's over.