He gasped for breath, for Mu Yichen’s punch had been truly lethal.
Jing Feng’s complexion still looked terrible, but he had no choice but to continue moving forward with difficulty.
When Mu Yichen reached the door of the hospital room, he saw Qiao Yi standing there, his eyes dark and terrifying.
Qiao Yi clearly felt his anger as well and looked at him with fear in his eyes.
"We’ll settle our accounts later, but for now, stop that man for me. Consider it repayment for the years I treated you like a brother in vain,"
Mu Yichen said coldly and then pushed the door open to enter.
The two bodyguards glanced at Qiao Yi. Qiao Yi coldly eyed the two men and then looked down the hallway, where Jing Feng was holding his stomach and walking step by step, leaning against the wall.
Qiao Yi stepped forward, blocking Jing Feng’s chest with one hand, "Forget it!"
Jing Feng looked up at him!
"Can you stop Yichen once he’s made up his mind to do something?"
Jing Feng didn’t speak, only his uncomfortable expression turned towards that door.
Jing Feng called Jing Qing, "Yang Qianxi has woken up!"
Jing Qing was in the makeup room, getting ready for a press conference, but after the call, her cheeks, which were originally rosy, turned pale.
Yang Qianxi has woken up? What does that mean?
Jing Qing stumbled out of disbelief, grabbing her bag and phone and heading for the exit. The makeup artist was discussing what makeup to apply when she heard a chair being tripped over and realized she had left.
When Jing Qing arrived at the hospital, Mu Yichen was still sitting in the chair in front of Yang Qianxi’s hospital bed, as cold as an iceberg.
Upon hearing the sound of the door, he raised his authoritative gaze towards the entrance.
Jing Qing fell into his icy gaze.
Seeing him, Jing Qing’s face lost even more color, but the next instant, she ran to the bedside, "Yang Qianxi, you’re finally awake!"
Yang Qianxi’s face, swathed in bandages, turned towards her, and her two exposed eyes brimmed with tears, as if trying to convey something, but Jing Qing could not understand at all.
"Miss Jing, please be prepared to be summoned by the relevant authorities. You shouldn’t go abroad during this time; else, I have ways to have you brought back, and—"
Mu Yichen rose dominantly from the chair, fiddled with his suit button half-way, and with a cold look, walked out without finishing his sentence.
"Yichen! Don’t treat me this way! Yichen, I haven’t done anything to you, I’m a victim too!"
Jing Qing chased after him, grabbing his arm and pleading tearfully.
"Tell that to the judge!" He coldly grabbed her wrist and flung her hand off his body, leaving without a trace of compassion.
Then the door closed with a loud bang.
Jing Qing’s legs gave in, and she immediately knelt beside the bed.
Of course, she wasn’t apologizing to Yang Qianxi; she was just scared out of her wits.
She understood what Mu Yichen’s unfinished sentence meant. She couldn’t find her normal breathing and had been thinking, as long as Yang Qianxi wasn’t stupid, she would not dare betray her, or else Yang Qianxi couldn’t even save herself.
Yang Qianxi had still stabbed her in the back.
Jing Qing knew she might have really caused a serious problem this time, and her grandfather might not be able to protect her.
Jing Qing’s tearful eyes lifted again, looking at the woman in the bed who had nearly died in a car accident, then she stood up, suddenly stepped forward, and asked loudly with hatred, "Why? You stole my man and betrayed me too? Did you drug me that night and make me pass out, right? How dare you betray me? Why don’t you just die? Why don’t you just die?"
Jing Qing grabbed her arms and shook her fiercely, roaring.
Scared by her behavior, Yang Qianxi couldn’t move, only shaking her head in misery and making indecipherable sounds.
When Mu Yichen returned home, Qin Mu was still napping. He stood by her side without touching her, feeling a heavy pressure in his chest, and then turned and went into the bathroom.
He submerged himself completely in the bathtub, the cold water engulfing him entirely.
When Qin Mu woke up and went to the bathroom, she planned to wash her face and then pretend to happily go downstairs. However, as soon as she looked up, she saw the person in the bathtub suddenly sitting up. He propped his forehead with both hands and swept his wet hair back, then rested his hands on his knees in the water again.
Qin Mu gasped in fright and took a while to react.
She immediately took a large towel from the cabinet beside her and approached him. His head was lowered in the tub, an aura of untouchable coldness radiating from him.
"What are you doing?"
Qin Mu, for some reason, felt like he might have been frozen stiff.
Mah Yichen breathlessly gasped for air in the water, his body covered in goosebumps as if the chill had stiffened his solid flesh, but when he lifted his dark eyelashes, his eyes were still filled with lethal intent.
Qin Mu tried to pull him up and wrapped the towel around his entire body, drying him off.
"Who allowed you to treat yourself ? Who gave the permission?"