Guan Yang's hatred was so intense, his anger a raging inferno, seemingly intent on burning Mu Yuxin to ashes.
Just as Mu Yuxin felt she was about to suffocate, a ringtone suddenly pierced the air.
The bell also pulled Guan Yang, lost in chaos and hatred, back to reality. Seeing Mu Yuxin on the bed, her cheeks flushed red from lack of air, her eyes vacant, he was startled and immediately released his grip on her neck.
"Cough, cough..."
Finally able to breathe fresh air, Mu Yuxin touched her aching neck, gasping for breath, tears still streaming down her face.
Guan Yang's expression was grim, his heart pounding rapidly, a trace of panic in his chest.
If not for that phone call just now, would he have already...
The phone continued to ring. He took a deep breath, looked at his phone, and his expression softened slightly.
"Siqi..."
Hearing that name, Mu Yuxin on the bed stiffened slightly.
"Okay, I'll be there soon."
Mu Yuxin looked up at Guan Yang. Since their reunion, she had never seen such a gentle smile on his face.
After hanging up, Guan Yang met Mu Yuxin's gaze. Her eyes were tearful, her appearance pathetic, as if she had been cruelly wronged.
"Mu Yuxin, this is just the beginning, and you're already acting like you want to die. Your heart is so cruel, yet your tolerance is so weak?"
Seeing him about to leave, Mu Yuxin anxiously called out, "The dessert shop..."
As she spoke, her throat throbbed with pain.
"The dessert shop? Heh... I told you, I want to make you lose everything. If you want the people around you to be okay, you'd better behave yourself, otherwise, if they suffer because of you, it will be your fault."
Guan Yang left just like that. Mu Yuxin clutched the bedsheets tightly, filled with pain and helplessness, not knowing what to do.
...
Since taking over as the interim president of Dingsheng Mansion, Song Qinian felt as if time were a flowing river, passing by incredibly quickly.
She felt like she hadn't done much before it was noon, and hadn't done much in the afternoon before it was evening.
She worked like a dog every day, severely sleep-deprived and not feeling well.
But she knew she couldn't collapse now, so she gritted her teeth and persevered.
In the evening, after finishing her work, it was already past ten o'clock.
Li Nanzhen had told her to go home and sleep, but although her body was tired, her mind was quite active, and she couldn't sleep at all, so she went to the hospital.
Shen Chiye was reviewing recent data reports. Upon receiving a call from Gao Kunlun, he immediately lay down in bed and pretended to be in a coma.
Song Qinian, exhausted, entered the ward. Seeing Shen Chiye's handsome and refined face brought her some comfort.
She slowly walked towards Shen Chiye, sat down on the chair by the bed, and reached out to touch his handsome face. He clearly had warmth, his skin was so delicate and smooth, why couldn't he wake up?
"What did the doctor say?"
Gao Kunlun cleared his throat. "The doctor said the boss's bodily functions are all fine, but when he wakes up depends on his fate."
Song Qinian's brows furrowed tightly. "What do you mean depends on fate?"
How had medicine suddenly elevated to superstition?
"It means... do your best and leave the rest to fate, heh heh..."
Song Qinian sighed softly. She took Shen Chiye's hand and placed it on her face. "Whether it's the Shen family or Shen Chiye, they have always been involved in charity. Even if it depends on fate, Heaven should let him wake up by now. Unless..."
Gao Kunlun let out a questioning "Hmm?"
"It's because he bullied me for so long that even Heaven couldn't stand it anymore?"
This was a life-threatening question for Gao Kunlun. He cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject. "Madam, it's getting late. Shall I take you home to rest?"
Song Qinian shook her head. "I won't be able to sleep if I go back. I'll stay here tonight!"
"Ah? You're going to sleep in the hospital?"
Song Qinian looked at the large bed that could accommodate three people and nodded. "Yes, with him by my side, I might sleep a little better."
Gao Kunlun was completely flustered. If you sleep here, what if the boss's disguise is revealed?
"Madam, the boss is like this, aren't you afraid of sleeping with him? Besides, this is a hospital, there are more germs, what if you get sick?"
Song Qinian was utterly exhausted and didn't even want to speak. She waved her hand, signaling Gao Kunlun to leave quickly. "Shen Chiye is my husband. He's not dead, so what am I afraid of? Even if he's a corpse now, I'm not afraid. Also, I won't get sick, don't curse me!"
Gao Kunlun was about to say more when he suddenly saw his boss's index finger move. Having followed Shen Chiye for so many years, he immediately understood what Shen Chiye meant.
Get out quickly!
Could it be... the boss also wants to sleep with Madam?
Fine, since the boss isn't afraid of his disguise being revealed, he has nothing to fear.
Speaking of which, he had also been tired for several days. Tonight, he would go back and get a good night's sleep.
After Gao Kunlun left, Song Qinian went to the closet and found her pajamas.
Her toiletries and spare clothes were all here when she was taking care of Shen Chiye.
Song Qinian got into bed without showering. Shen Chiye was wearing a hospital gown from the sanatorium, the fabric was comfortable and very loose. As Song Qinian hugged him, she let out a comfortable sigh.
She snuggled close to him and whispered in his ear, "Shen Chiye, I didn't shower today. Don't you have mysophobia? Hurry up and carry me to take a bath!"
Song Qinian was too tired to even wash.
She thought that if Shen Chiye knew she got into bed to hug him without showering, he might get angry enough to wake up.
To her disappointment, Shen Chiye did not wake up, showing no reaction at all.
But the disappointment didn't last long; she had already drifted off to sleep.
Whenever she was with Shen Chiye, she would fall asleep quickly and deeply.
This was torture for Master Shen Fifth.
He hadn't touched Song Qinian for a month, and the desire had been building up for a long time. Now his wife was throwing herself into his arms, yet he couldn't hold her, kiss her, or do anything more intimate. He was going crazy.
Sensing that Song Qinian was sound asleep, Shen Chiye could no longer resist and gently reached out to embrace her.
Ah...
There was nothing more refreshing than sleeping in his wife's arms.
After this matter was resolved, he never wanted to sleep apart from his wife again.
At first, they were fine, but Shen Chiye had underestimated Song Qinian's restless sleep. By the second half of the night, she was kicking off the blankets and kicking him.
This was bearable. What was unbearable was that, for some reason, her little face kept rubbing against his chest, and her small hands were wandering over his lean waist...