Chapter 348
After preparing the noodles, she ate them over there before coming over to watch by the sickbed.
He was very quiet, lying there—it was the quietest she had ever seen him since she met him.
He wasn’t pointing his fingers and telling her what to do like a tyrant, nor was he swearing at her with the most vicious and vile words; at this moment, he was lying there, truly as quiet as a child.
But, while he was this quiet, she couldn’t feel happy; instead, she felt as if needles were pricking her heart, a particularly uncomfortable feeling.
It was because of her that he had become like this!
She remembered the list with the name crossed out with a red line, and the way that man had clenched his teeth and shown a horrifyingly ferocious face when he mentioned his name last night.
Yes, she could now be completely certain that this matter was related to that man—even if not entirely, it was undoubtedly tied to him.
She sat down in the chair and, seeing that the IV drip was still in place, she took the iodine the doctor had left behind and began to dab it with a cotton swab, intending to clean his other wounds.
These instructions had been given by the doctor, who probably didn’t have enough hands in the emergency room to treat them.
Rolling up his sleeve, she saw the two scars on his arm, and the distress in her eyes immediately deepened, "Ou Mucen, I’m sorry, it’s because of me that you ended up like this."
"..."
No one answered her; the only responses she received were the "tick-tock" of the clock on the wall of the hospital room and occasionally, from the quiet night outside, the chirping of insects.
As she listened, she moved the cotton swab toward the wound on his forehead, "If I had known it would come to this, I wouldn’t have come looking for you, Ou Mucen. Although I was using you, I never intended for you to lose your life."
She dabbed bit by bit, her motions extremely gentle, as if afraid of causing him any pain.
Yes, she had never thought about him dying!
She and the Ou Family had too many grudges, too much hate, but it wasn’t him—it was Ou Muyuan, Mei Liping, and their son, Ou Yuze.
And Ou Mucen had no quarrel with her.
Her cotton swab went from one scar to the next, cleaning them; the scars were not deep, but there were many of them, on his forehead, arms, legs, and also the most severe one on his chest and abdomen, which was covered by his clothes.
Ye Ning’s fingers finally stiffened, staring blankly at the area heavily wrapped in gauze, her hand holding the cotton swab began to turn white...
Ou Mucen, rest assured, from now on, I will not let you fall into such danger again.
I will leave you and go far away, having nothing more to do with you, that way, you’ll be safe....noveldrama
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La Chenxi was still looking for people, but to her despair, she still had no news of him.
It was not until she went to the water delivery company and heard from the boss that when Ou Mucen had gone there, he had taken a woman with him.
The woman, according to his description, she realized, was the little assistant who had been causing trouble with him these past few days; it was as if she finally remembered something and immediately headed towards the Tokyo Hotel.
At meanwhile, inside the presidential suite of the Tokyo Hotel, Lin Yebai had also sensed something was amiss.
"Did you call to confirm? Aning really didn’t go back?"