Hospital
For eight full hours of surgery, Ai Wei was pulled back from the brink of death.
When the doctor finished stitching the wound, put down the surgical instruments, and said, "Take her to the ward for further observation," Rong Jingyang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
For those eight hours, Rong Jingyang held Ai Wei's hand and remained in the operating room, by her side.
During that time, Du Ruoxin called, but he didn't answer.
After silencing the phone and waiting for the call to end, he turned it off.
【Du Ruoxin…】
It was better not to let her know "where he was now and what he was doing," or her temper would flare up again.
Rong Jingyang was well aware of his wife's fiery temper.
To avoid affecting their marital relationship, he decided to keep his distance from her for the time being.
In the single patient room, Ai Wei lay motionless on the bed, her blood oxygen saturation, respiration, and heart rate… all vital signs were stable.
He asked Lin Xuanyao to bring a basin of hot water, then dampened a towel and helped her wash her face.
Just like in the past, whether it was their innocent youthful days or last year, when she had taken care of him.
He washed away the bloodstains from her face, and the bloodstains on her palms.
The more he washed, the heavier his heart became.
He couldn't imagine the abuse she had suffered last night… how desperate she must have been…
And he, he hadn't answered her call!
He had initially thought that since Du Ruoxin had deleted Ai Wei's phone number, it was fine to let it go, as he had planned to gradually distance himself from her anyway.
But—
What happened last night…
Suddenly, Rong Jingyang's thoughts sharpened.
Didn't Mu Li ask him to investigate? Why hadn't the results come in yet?
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
The ward door was pushed open, Lin Xuanyao walked in, knocking on the door and holding his phone.
"Master, Mu Li is on the phone. The kidnappers have been caught."
Rong Jingyang put down the hot towel, took the phone, and brought it to his ear, "Did they confess?"
Mu Li: "They confessed, but—"
Looking at the two thugs in front of him, spitting blood and crying for mercy, Mu Li's scalp tingled.
He didn't believe what they were saying.
His wife wouldn't be so ruthless as to send people to beat Ai Wei.
But facts spoke louder than words.
The scene from the day before yesterday at a certain mall, where his wife had humiliated Ai Wei and forced her to kneel, flashed in Mu Li's mind.
Women…
What wouldn't they do when pushed to their limits?
Moreover, facing a love rival, his wife had only ordered people to warn her, not to kill Ai Wei…
"Speak!" Rong Jingyang's sharp voice cut through the air.
Mu Li dared not relay the message, especially concerning his wife. He lowered his head and said dully, "Master, you should come over yourself."
Rong Jingyang immediately sensed that something was wrong.
He glanced at the woman on the bed, dripping with IV fluid and unconscious, and replied, "Alright," then left the ward.
"Send people to protect Ai Wei."
He paused, "And buy me a new phone."
Lin Xuanyao: "Yes."
After hearing the dial tone from the phone, Mu Li put it in his pocket.
In the dim room, the firelight reflected on the surrounding walls and the two half-dead thugs, exuding a sinister aura of death.
The "sizzling" sound of burning firewood was like a death knell, instilling fear.
On the walls, various torture instruments: knives, whips, iron brands… were chilling to the bone.
"Spare us, spare us."
"Please, spare my life."
"We were just taking money from someone…"
The two thugs, their hands and feet bound and tied up, begged for mercy with muffled voices. They had already been beaten within an inch of their lives, barely clinging to consciousness.
"Spare us?" Mu Li's lips curled cruelly.
He raised his hand, grasped the glowing red iron brand, and held it before the man's eyes.
"Ahhhhhhhh—"
The thugs were terrified, wetting themselves in fear, "Don't burn my eyes!"
"Please!"
"Please!"