No one knew how much ti had passed. President Mu looked down at the ti on his wrist, eleven-thirty in the afternoon.
He brought the woman’s lifeless hand to his lips and kissed it, a low chuckle escaping his throat with a hint of playful obstinacy, "Wanwan, you can sleep for another twelve hours and thirty-nine minutes. If you’re not awake by then, I’ll really sell the child you painstakingly brought into this world to Africa, not waiting a minute longer."
The calloused fingertip gently caressed the woman’s pale little face, maintaining a gentle smile, whispering, "Wanwan, you can hear , can’t you, hmm?"
Secretary Tang paced anxiously outside the door dozens of tis, attempting several tis, but never dared to knock directly, retracting his hand before his knuckles could touch the door.
However, if this matter isn’t reported to President Mu, it simply won’t do!
Urgent, it’s so urgent...
After waiting another ten or so minutes, he bit his lip, took a deep breath, and tentatively knocked softly twice.
The doctor had already made rounds earlier. Hearing the knock, Mu Jin Huan’s handso brows furrowed. After tucking Nan Wan in, he stepped out of the ward.
Closing the door behind him, he spoke softly, "What’s the matter?"
His voice, hoarse from staying up all night, hid the weariness in his drooping eyes, the stubble on his jaw lending him a different kind of rugged allure from his usual refined deanor.
"President Mu, it’s like this," Secretary Tang pressed his lips, "The flight to Paris at six o’clock yesterday afternoon was struck by lightning during landing. It is reported that five were injured, two died."
Secretary Tang paused briefly before continuing, "Among the two dead, one is... Lu Li."
Almost every dia outlet is reporting this plane incident. While air transport safety hazards are a contemporary societal hot topic, the bigger sensation is the presence of the entertainnt industry’s youngest film emperor among the victims.
After the news broke out, the airline company’s office building was completely surrounded by Lu Li’s fans. Many people spontaneously held banners to seek justice for the victims. The scene was chaotic.
Life is too fragile; no one knows whether tomorrow or accidents will co first.
Who could have thought that the person t at the airport yesterday is now in another world?
If Mrs. Mu hadn’t been kidnapped yesterday, she and President Mu would have taken that flight. Whether they would be alive or dead would be unknown.
Upon hearing this, Mu Jin Huan’s dark pupils suddenly contracted, sharp eyebrows knit tightly, and thin lips pressed into a straight line, "Is it confird?"
Secretary Tang replied, "The accident happened at five forty-seven in the morning. The airline company issued an official statent forty minutes ago; it should not be mistaken."
Without a hundred percent confirmation of the victims’ identities, the company wouldn’t issue such a statent.
Even though Lu Li has retired from the rapidly changing entertainnt industry, he still has a large number of fans and admirers. Any mistake in reporting could lead to unimaginable consequences.
"Go inform the hospital’s managent to turn off all the televisions," Mu Jin Huan’s tense features resud calmness, as if the previous turmoil in his eyes had never existed, "Also, instruct the staff to keep their mouths shut. I don’t want to hear a word about this accident in the hospital."
This was the President Mu that Secretary Tang was familiar with.
Decisive, stern, calm...
He nodded respectfully, "Understood."
Before turning to attend to these tasks, he handed over a paper bag containing a al box, "President Mu, I know you’re worried about Mrs. Mu, but you can’t let your own body fail before she wakes up. This is seafood porridge from Jinyun Square, still hot. Please have so."
Mu Jin Huan simply said two words, "No need."
Then gently pushed open the door and returned to the ward.
It was past two in the afternoon when Mr. and Mrs. Mu and Mu Jinqian rushed to the hospital from ho, but none of them went inside. They waited outside the ward for more than half an hour before going to the newborn nursery to see the baby.
As evening approached, the sky began to darken.
Nan Ze and Shen Zhii ca to the hospital with Jiashu, unaware that his aunt was in a coma, his heart filled with joy about having a younger brother.
Yet, when he saw the baby in the incubator through the window, his face scrunched up with disdain, and he asked, "Mom, why is my brother so ugly?"
Shen Zhii laughed and tousled her son’s hair, "Hmm, you were even uglier when you were little."
Jiashu, "..."
Nan Ze didn’t join them but went directly to the ICU ward. As he looked into the ward, his hand paused on the door handle.
Because the person in the hospital bed had opened her eyes.
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