Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Her Face, Burnt Red Like the Sunset Sky
Ye Shu slipped into the fresh shirt without bothering to wipe the mud off her body, her small face pressed against the car window. She found a comfortable spot, sat down, and didn’t look at Sheng Shaochen again.
She wasn’t sure if it was the chill from the car window or if the air conditioning was too low, but Ye Shu felt cold.
Uncontrollably, her body began to shiver.
She curled up tightly, even her mud-stained feet on the seat, trembling like a pitiful child.
The air was dead silent, their breathing the only sound.
Sheng Shaochen, somewhat irritated, stretched out his hand to tug at his collar and glanced sideways, only then noticing that Ye Shu was still covered in mud.
Her filthy appearance was inexplicably irksome.
What a disobedient little wildcat!
Sheng Shaochen reached out, snatched the towel she had thrown on the seat, grabbed her small foot, and pulled it toward him to wipe it clean.
But suddenly, Ye Shu’s small body toppled over awkwardly.
Like a broken Barbie doll, she slumped onto the seat, limp and soft.
A tightness gripped Sheng Shaochen’s chest as he encircled her in his arms.
Wherever his palms touched, it felt scorching hot, as if it might burst into flame at any moment.
And the little woman in his arms was already as pliable as a lump of clay.
Under the dim car light, her face was as red as the sunset.
With his forehead pressed to her small forehead and a deep frown, Sheng Shaochen realized—the little thing had a fever.
Sheng Shaochen raised the privacy screen and said with some urgency, “To the hospital!”
When Ye Shu woke up again, she found herself lying in a hospital bed, already washed clean and dressed in a patient’s gown.
She had an IV needle in her arm.
Frowning, she tried hard to recall everything from yesterday, vaguely remembering Sheng Shaochen forcing her to change and dry off.
Then it seemed she was gathered into his arms… So it must have been Sheng Shaochen who brought her to the hospital, right?
At that thought, Ye Shu’s heart fluttered for a moment, a fleeting emotion that she couldn’t quite grasp.
Ye Shu slowly sat up, her body’s fatigue causing her to involuntarily frown.
She wanted to get out of bed to stretch her limbs.
But her cell phone on the nightstand rang.
It was Ye Zifeng calling.
Ye Shu answered, hearing Ye Zifeng’s voice filled with complaint, “Sis, why are you sending me abroad? I don’t want to go! I want to stay with you!”
When had she arranged for Ye Zifeng to go abroad?
Although she had indeed planned it in her mind. After all, Ye Zifeng was the only boy in the Ye Family, and she intended to hand over the Ye Group to him after taking it back, so sending him abroad for further studies had always been part of her life plan.
But at the moment, she didn’t have the financial means to send Ye Zifeng abroad.
“Sis, say something! Is it because I’m always trouble when I’m here that you want to get rid of me?” Ye Zifeng’s voice grew more agitated.
Ye Shu’s heart skipped a beat, her brows deeply furrowed, “Zifeng…”
Before she could finish, the door to the ward was pushed open from outside.
The nurse came in, pushing a trolley, “Miss Ye, why are you up? Why are you raising your arm so high? The blood is flowing backward, quickly, quickly, lie down!”
Before Ye Shu could respond, the nurse had already stepped forward and forcibly pushed Ye Shu back down onto the bed.
Ye Zifeng on the phone suddenly became frantic, “Sis, what’s wrong with you? What’s this about blood flowing backward? Are you feeling sick somewhere?”