"You’re not entirely wrong in your considerations. But won’t Third Young Master Jun be angry if you stay? After all, after the scene at the auction, he might vent his anger on you." Hua Lunxi couldn’t help but worry.
Ye Lu bit her lip, "No matter how angry he is, at least he won’t lay a hand on , now that I’m pregnant."
Given Third Young Master Jun’s possessive and intensely desirous character, he was not going to let her off easily.
Her return ho would definitely be fraught with tempestuous confrontation.
She had to think of a sufficient excuse to placate him.
She and Hua Lunxi discussed how to secretly communicate and arranged everything. Then, Hua Lunxi had soone send her ho.
Feiyu had said that Third Young Master Jun returned the previous night, so she might as well go to his villa.
Dawn was breaking, the sun rising in the east.
Ye Lu stood in front of the villa, her eyes bright and excited, with no hesitation.
"I’ve returned only to prepare for a better departure. This ti, no one can stop !"
...
The bright lights of the dical room had begun to blend with the morning light.
After nurous ups and downs, monts of grave danger, and a lengthy ergency treatnt, the doors finally opened again.
Yan Su walked out, his face full of exhaustion. He hadn’t even removed the rubber gloves from his hands, stained with countless drops of blood. It was clear how arduous the operation had been.
Feiyu trembled, his eyes dimming, "How did it go?"
"Why the despondency? Did you believe he would die?"
"I didn’t initially because he never gives up. He dares to fight against fate. But I’ve never seen Third Young Master look so desolate. It’s as if he doesn’t care whether he lives or dies! Yan Su, you’re a doctor; when a person ceases to care about his own survival, gives up the will to live, how can he resist the deadly illness?"
When Third Young Master heard about Ye Lu running away with Hua Lunxi, he must have felt absolute despair.
At a ti when he was wounded and weak, needing care the most, he was abandoned. With no one caring about him, he probably felt like giving up on himself.
Yan Su sighed, "If he’s filled with utter hopelessness, then all we can do is give him a dream that can help him pull through."
Feiyu stared at him in astonishnt.
"What do you an?"
"The surgery was extrely critical and I was on edge. In my desperation, I whispered sothing in his ear."
"What did you say?"
"I said: ’Ye Lu has returned. She is standing outside the operating room. If you die, you won’t see her.’" Yan Su shrugged, his mouth twisted in a bitter smile, "I don’t know if he heard , but his weak pulse gradually strengthened. Sotis, you have to believe in the imnse power of emotions, they can create miracles."
He turned to gaze at the dical room, lost in thought.
"Third Young Master probably doesn’t even realize he loves her more than he can fathom. With his obsessive character, he’s destined for either utter destruction or relentless madness until the end. This kind of persistence can, in so sense, be truly mournful."
Feiyu didn’t know what to say when he suddenly rembered sothing.
"You said Ye Lu has returned. What if he wakes up and doesn’t see her?"
Yan Su shrugged, "I’m only responsible for saving lives. The rest is up to you. You better find her quickly, or his beautiful dream will shatter, leading to deeper despair."
Feiyu turned around to go downstairs, only to see Ye Lu stride in through the morning light.
"You’re actually back." Feiyu was both shocked and angry when he saw her, his words filled with sarcasm.
Third Young Master had been in a critical condition all night, with no one to look after him, while she was out enjoying herself with her old lover. Only when Third Young Master was out of danger, did she deign to return.
"It was a misunderstanding."
"What misunderstanding?"
"Only Third Young Master has a right to question ."
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