Chapter 58: Chapter 58: The Little Woman on the Sickbed
Han City, Noble Hospital.
A frail young woman was lying in the bed, staring at the phone she had just hung up, her pale face devoid of color.
Her fingers clutching the phone trembled as they closed in.
Her fingertips touched the screen, wanting to dial that all-too-familiar number again, but she lacked the courage to do so.
Tears rolled from her bright eyes.
The hospital room door was pushed open, and a tall figure walked in to see the crying young woman.
The young man frowned, “Sis, why are you crying again? You’ve cried several times this month. Is it because of Sheng Shaochen? I already told you, he won’t be able to look after you for a lifetime. You should just give up.”
“It’s not true. He promised that no matter what happens to me, he would be by my side for life.” The young woman sobbed quietly, tears flowing like a burst hydrant.
“Fine, fine, fine, continue in your daydream, I won’t disturb you, goodbye.”
“Han Zhe, wait a second, I need your help with something,” the woman called out to the young man.
Han Zhe frowned and looked up at his sister, Han Ruixin, who was paralyzed and had to lie in bed all the time, and he paused, “Sis, here in Han City, our Han Family can cover the sky with one hand. But, stretching this hand to Jin City isn’t so easy. If you are thinking of severing ties with the Sheng Family, I advise you to save the effort.”
Han Ruixin’s face was pale as she shook her head slightly and played a section of a recording on her phone, “I just want you to check out this woman’s background.”
Han Zhe took the phone, gave his sister another deep look, “Sis, from a man’s perspective…”
“I know, I know. I’m disabled, I have no right to ask for so much from Brother Chen. I just want to see if that woman is really that excellent. If she truly deserves Brother Chen, I won’t hold him back any longer.”
Han Ruixin kept her head down, her long straight black hair covering most of her face, obscuring her expression at that moment.
Han Zhe sighed, “I don’t understand why our Han Family has such a weak woman like you, but since you’re my sister, I’ll help you one last time. But let’s be clear, this is the last time.”
Han Ruixin clenched the blanket tightly, her knuckles turning white, and nodded heavily.
The man took the phone and left.
At the moment the door closed, she pounded her numb legs violently, her eyes swimming with tears.
She cursed herself for not being normal, for not being the pride of the Han Family, and for not having the leverage to keep the man she loved deeply.
Ye Zifeng rode with Ye Shu, speeding all the way from Sangjiang Port through the mountain roads to the Ye Mansion.
Covered in mud, they looked a mess.
Yet, their faces were bright with youthful smiles, absurdly beautiful under the setting sun.
Ye Zifeng parked the motorcycle and personally helped Ye Shu down from the bike.
He wiped the mud off Ye Shu’s face with one hand, “Sis, you look like a calico cat.”
“The pot calling the kettle black!” Ye Shu reached out and smeared the mud from Ye Zifeng’s neck all over his face.
They looked at each other and laughed, happiness dancing under the orange glow of the sun.
“Sis, where’s your shoe?”
“It was snatched away by a ‘devil’,” Ye Shu joked, her mind picturing Sheng Shaochen’s beautifully calm face.
For some reason, thinking of him made her heart flutter at that moment.
Unconsciously, her cheeks tinged with a hint of red.