"So that’s how it is, but..." Lu Wanwan pondered for a while, at her age, going abroad didn’t seem to be that big of a deal, "It’s nothing, let’s talk about it next time."
"How about dinner together tonight?"
After hanging up the phone, she remembered the person from yesterday and inexplicably thought of Bai Youchen, who had been shot.
If Bai Youchen wanted to leave again, did Bai Lingyun know?
Having heard so much about the family wealth conflicts, she felt that Bai Lingyun truly cared about his brother’s life, even if they were not brothers of the same father and mother.
And their mother, having a son outside whose life and death were unknown every day, what must that feel like in her heart.
Lu Wanwan decided to make a call to Song Ning and check on her first.
Inside the room, doors and windows were tightly shut, dim and devoid of light.
Song Ning’s wrist was shackled to the bedside, her brow furrowed as she looked at this man who had just had the bullet removed and yet still possessed the strength to leave her without any chance of resistance.
Was she truly unable to resist at all?
She sneered inwardly. If it were not for the fact that her violent struggle might aggravate his wound, it wouldn’t have been so easy for him to overpower her completely.
"Aning, don’t push me." Bai Youchen’s face was pale, sweat beads forming on his forehead.
The deep black of his eyes fixated on her, yet the strength of his grip did not reduce in the slightest.
"What am I pushing you to do?" Song Ning, pinned to the bedside, simply stopped resisting, "Do you care for your own life at all?"
Bai Youchen clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his breath coming in gasps, "I can’t stay here, I’ve told you. It’s been more than two days now. Is it me who doesn’t care for my life, or you?"
Song Ning pressed her lips tightly together, stubbornly looking at him without speaking.
But the meaning in her eyes was clear, there was no possibility of yielding.
Bai Youchen let out a bitter laugh, "Are you forcing me to, next time, rather die outside than to come over?"
"Since I saw you, I can’t possibly let you leave like a cripple." Song Ning spoke deliberately, "If you’ve come, did you really think I would let you leave half-dead?"
"You Chen, I can agree to anything else, but I can’t stand to watch you go to your death," she said.
Bai Youchen smiled gently, a bit of bitterness in his smile.
His bloodless face only made his dark eyes seem deeper.
"Who told you that I am going to die? Do you think I am that foolish?"
"I don’t know. I only know that if you go out in your current state, any ordinary person could take your life."
The grip on her wrist tightened slightly more as she listened to his breathing, weak yet hurried.
Bai Youchen suddenly leaned over, his cold lips pressing against hers.
Song Ning’s brows furrowed suddenly, and before she could push him away, he pried open her lips with force.
For a moment, she seemed to freeze.
Suddenly, she could no longer resist and allowed the kiss to deepen further and further.
How long had it been? Ever since they broke up, she had never felt such intense emotion again.
In this world, there was only this one person who could instantly break through her defenses, compelling her to surrender.
In a daze, the pain in her suddenly chilled wrist snapped her back to reality.
Then came the crisp sound of metal, and the strength from his hand abruptly withdrew.
"Bai Youchen!!!" Song Ning glared at him furiously.
The indifference on the man’s face made her heart feel as if it suddenly plunged into an abyss.
Her hand was handcuffed to a post at the bedside.
"You actually did this to me." Her face was still slightly flushed, but her eyes already carried a hint of hate.