Yue Xiaoyang’s words did not dispel Gong Xiaoyu’s doubts. She said, "Yue Xiaoyang, if I behave intimately with Yu Chen in front of you, what would you think?"
Yue Xiaoyang imagined that scene and his face immediately turned dark as the bottom of a pot, "Of course it’s not okay."
Gong Xiaoyu sneered, "So, you treat Zhang Miaoyan so well, haven’t you considered how I feel? Today we ran around outside all day, and you didn’t ask me once if I was tired, just concerned if she saw the house... Yue Xiaoyang, do you like her? You don’t have to be with me because of responsibility. Just say the word and I’ll leave right now."
Gong Xiaoyu’s words frightened Yue Xiaoyang. He held her tightly, no matter how she hit him, he wouldn’t let go.
Gong Xiaoyu finally grew tired, stopped, and buried her head in his chest, tears flowing incessantly.
Yue Xiaoyang comforted her back and slowly said, "Xiao Yu, you know, everyone thinks I’m an only child, but I originally was supposed to have a sister. Before she was born, my mom had already picked a name for her: Yue Miaoyan."
Gong Xiaoyu looked up at him in astonishment, her clear eyes full of shock.
Yue Xiaoyang wiped away her tears and said, "My parents’ marriage started happy, but later everything changed. Once loving couple now merely strangers. When my mom was pregnant with my sister, my dad had an affair. It was because of that woman my mom had a miscarriage."
Yue Xiaoyang’s voice carried a bleak chill, and in his eyes was a pain Gong Xiaoyu had never seen before, "At that time, the fetus was already formed. My mom eagerly awaited Yue Miaoyan’s arrival in this world every day. I too longed to have a sister, but who knew..."
Gong Xiaoyu hugged him tight, "I’m sorry, Xiaoyang, don’t say anymore." She didn’t know such a thing happened.
Yue Xiaoyang’s forehead rested on her shoulder; he closed his eyes, not daring to recall that bloody scene.
He saw the bloody fetus being carried out in a basin, a formed fetus that would soon be born into the world, becoming the little princess of the Yue Family.
In just one night, his world instantly turned upside down, becoming fragmented.
His mother almost died at that time. After a difficult rescue, she couldn’t escape the grief of miscarriage for a long time, her body became extremely weak, relying on traditional Chinese medicine for long-term recuperation.
When his mom washed her face with tears every day, her husband merely looked at her indifferently a few times, who would believe they once made vows to each other!
Yue Xiaoyang spoke after a long pause, "A few years ago, I learned that the girl sponsored by Uncle Gu was Zhang Miaoyan. I specifically asked about her birth date; she was born shortly after my sister was gone."
"Xiao Yu, I’d rather believe Yue Miaoyan came to this world in another form. I truly consider Miaoyan as my sister."
Gong Xiaoyu nodded, "I understand, Xiaoyang. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought this up. Let’s treat Miaoyan as our sister from now on."
For the first time, she felt that usually carefree Doctor Yue was actually so fragile inside.
With such a shadow in his childhood, no wonder he lost faith in marriage?
Gong Xiaoyu felt a pang for him, and her heart grew heavier. Walking with him, who knows how many difficulties they’ll face?
Yu Chen took Zhang Miaoyan back to Summer Coast. Zhang Miaoyan looked out the window all the way. As soon as the car stopped, she went to unbuckle her seatbelt.
Yu Chen saw her eager to escape demeanor and bitterly smiled inwardly, could he really be that scary?
He got out of the car intending to escort her inside. Just as he opened the car door, he sat back in the seat, hands clenched tightly on his forehead, his dashing brows furrowed.
Seeing his extremely uncomfortable state, Zhang Miaoyan hesitated before coming around the car to his side, "Mr. Yu, are you feeling unwell?"
Yu Chen patted his face twice, forcing himself to say, "It’s nothing, you head in first."
Hesitantly, Zhang Miaoyan reached out to feel his forehead. The temperature was alarmingly high.
No wonder he looked listless all evening, his forehead was scorching, definitely a high fever.
Yu Chen’s mind was foggy, his breath carried heat, damn high fever.
Her small hands were soft and cool, placing them on his forehead made him feel comfortable.
Impulsively wanting to hold her hands, she had already pulled them back, "What’s the matter with you, being unwell yet still going out for dinner, not staying at home to rest?"
Yu Chen closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat. Indeed, illness strikes swiftly. If Yue Xiaoyang knew, he’d laugh for a year.
After half a month of high-intensity overtime, being in the low-temperature air-conditioned lab all day, he finally collapsed. Despite lying on bed all day, when Yue Xiaoyang called to taste dishes, he had no appetite. Hearing he invited Zhang Miaoyan too, he agreed.
Suddenly he wanted to see her.
Took a cold shower before heading out, but can’t make it back home apparently.
Rubbing his brow, he said, "I’ll just sleep at home for a bit; you go ahead, I’ll leave after watching you enter the house."
Zhang Miaoyan saw his fever had nearly drained him, "How can you drive ? Rest a while inside and let Yue Xiaoyang check on you when he returns."
Thinking this man really worried people, such a grown man yet can’t take care of himself, even drinking at the hotel.
Keen on helping him out of the car, Yu Chen intended to refuse. Her fragrance wafted into his nose, and he nodded as if by response, "Alright."
He got out, closing the door. Zhang Miaoyan noticed his steps were not as steady as usual, cautiously holding his arm, "Watch out, there’s a step."
His weight leaned on her but wasn’t too heavy. Zhang Miaoyan’s heart pounded, fearing he might fall, she wanted to push him away but couldn’t.
Yu Chen naturally draped his arm over her slender shoulder, apparently weak but carrying most of the weight himself, fearing too much pressure would crush this little girl.
Struggling to support Yu Chen up the stairs, Zhang Miaoyan entered after unlocking with the password, helping him lie on the sofa.
Getting to the guest room was truly too far, a daunting task; afraid of leaving him halfway, letting him rest on the sofa was the only option.
Sprawled on the large sofa, he immediately occupied the space, at least able to lie down and rest, his complexion improved.
Raising a hand to loosen his tie, unbuttoning a few buttons at the neck, he muttered feeling hot.
Zhang Miaoyan dared not glance around, "I’ll get an ice pack."
First wringing a towel to wipe his sweat, then placing the ice pack on his forehead.
Remembering he drank wine, avoiding random medication, thinking of calling Yue Xiaoyang to come back early, considering Gong Xiaoyu’s dissatisfaction tonight, resisted bothering them.
Checking his fever’s severity, if too high then calling Yue Xiaoyang?
Found a thermometer in the medical kit, returning to the living room, Yu Chen seemed asleep.
Softly calling, "Mr. Yu?"