The ward was surrounded by white walls, and Ji Wei lay in a coma. On the hospital bed, her wrist wrapped in layers of gauze hung weakly by the side.
Leng Yan sat in the chair next to her, looking at her face, pale as paper, and sighed slightly.
The doctor said she was brought in time and is out of danger. They gave her a sedative, and she should wake up before dawn.
The phone in his pocket vibrated gently, and he stepped out of the ward. Seeing the number on the phone, a trace of guilt flashed in his dark eyes.
"Nuannuan." Pressing the answer button, Leng Yan spoke softly. His voice carried an unavoidable hoarseness due to a sleepless night and not drinking a drop of water.
"Yan, are you uncomfortable?" Sensing the abnormality in his voice, Wen Nuan asked worriedly, "How’s the company? Is the problem serious?"
"I’m fine, just a bit hoarse. Took care of it in time, the company didn’t suffer much loss." Leng Yan closed his eyes, a bitter smile on his lips.
Lying to her didn’t feel good.
"I made some congee, should I bring it to you?" Feeling relieved upon hearing there was nothing wrong with the company, Wen Nuan asked, looking at the fragrant congee she had made.
"..." Leng Yan was stunned for a moment, then quickly refused: "No need."
He wasn’t in the company at all. If Wen Nuan went there and didn’t find him, how would he explain?
The millet with pumpkin shimmered golden, sweet and tempting. Yet she couldn’t eat it, recalling his tenderness from last night, a smile finally crept up her lips.
She could deeply sense his concern for her. She took a deep breath in front of the mirror and smiled to herself: No rush, take it slow.
Driving to the company, finding a parking spot, Wen Nuan had just stopped when a face with a gentle smile appeared before her.
"Big brother?" She opened the car door, looked at Leng Ye, and called out in surprise.
"Is it strange to see me?" Leng Ye’s smile became slightly lighter: "I just had some breakfast at the shop across the street. Saw your car, came over to say hi. Why so early?"
"No." Wen Nuan smiled awkwardly, explaining, "I just thought you’d be at the company now, so seeing you here is a bit strange. I came early today because the master said there’s something I need to do in advance."
"It’s still an hour before work." Leng Ye was a bit surprised by her explanation: "Could it be that Yan arrived at the company this early?"
"He last night... oh, he said last night he wanted to go to the company earlier..."
Wen Nuan’s voice grew smaller, her tongue tied; she lied.
A wave of restlessness surged in her heart.
If something happened, Leng Ye would be in the company, but clearly he wasn’t...
Could it be that the call yesterday wasn’t from the company at all, but someone else made him run out in the middle of the night and lie to me?
Considering Ji Wei’s status as a celebrity, a suicide attempt would greatly impact her. After meeting with the director to seal all news, Leng Yan brought her back to her residence before dawn.
Looking at her face, pale as paper, he sighed softly, "What would you like to eat? I’ll go buy something."
Seeing him stand up, Ji Wei grasped his wrist, "Listen to me talk about three years ago."
"Are you sure you have the strength to talk now?" Leng Yan took a deep breath, staring at her pale face, "Eat something first."
He was a little afraid of hearing something he might regret.
"Can you make me some congee? Like the kind you made when I was sick before, okay?"
Ji Wei’s voice was weak, her eyes filled with pleading, "It’s been so long since I’ve had it, I really want some."