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Han Qingru, dressed in her pajamas, sat on the sofa in the living room, her phone tightly gripped in her hand.

When she received a call from Lei Heng informing her that Jiang Ye had been shot and hospitalized, she felt as if her whole world had collapsed.

My mind went blank, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.

She immediately dialed Jiang Ye's overseas video call.

The video call connected, and Jiang Ye's slightly pale face appeared on the screen, along with the glaring white bandage on his left arm.

"Ono!"

Han Qingru's eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"How are you? How badly are you hurt? What did the doctor say?"

Han Qingru's voice was filled with anxiety and heartache. She wished she could immediately climb over the internet cable and see Jiang Ye's injuries with her own eyes.

"Big sister, I'm fine, it's just a scrape, it'll be fine in a few days." Jiang Ye felt a surge of warmth as he looked at Han Qingru crying her eyes out on the screen, and quickly comforted her.

"You said you were fine! It's all bandaged up!"

Han Qingru wiped away her tears while blaming him incessantly.

"Why didn't you bring bodyguards when you went out on business? Do you know how chaotic it is overseas? If something happened to you, how am I supposed to live?!"

Hearing Han Qingru's words, full of concern and reproach, Jiang Ye felt a warm glow in his heart.

"Big sister, I was wrong, I'll definitely bring it next time. Don't cry, I'm really okay," Jiang Ye coaxed patiently.

The two chatted on video for a long time. After repeatedly confirming that Jiang Ye was alright, Han Qingru reluctantly hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Han Qingru was unable to fall asleep.

She immediately had her assistant book the earliest flight to New York.

……

The next day.

After a long flight of more than ten hours, Han Qingru finally arrived in New York.

She didn't even go to a hotel; she took a taxi directly to the private hospital where Jiang Ye worked.

Pushing open the door to the ward, Han Qingru immediately saw Jiang Ye lying on the hospital bed.

"Ono!"

Han Qingru walked quickly to the bedside, and her eyes reddened again as she looked at the bandage on Jiang Ye's arm.

"Big sister, what brings you here?" Jiang Ye looked at Han Qingru, who looked travel-worn, with some surprise.

"How could I not come? You're so badly injured, how could I not worry about you?" Han Qingru touched Jiang Ye's cheek tenderly.

Just then, the door to the ward was pushed open again.

Xia Yu walked in carrying a cup of hot milk.

Today she was wearing a simple casual outfit, her hair casually tied back, making her look less sharp as a female CEO and more gentle and domestic.

Xia Yu was slightly taken aback when she saw Han Qingru, but quickly regained her composure.

"Chairman Han, you've arrived." Xia Yu greeted him politely.

Then, she naturally walked to Jiang Ye's bedside and placed the hot milk on the bedside table.

"Jiang Ye, drink your milk first. The doctor said you need to get more nutrition."

As Xia Yu spoke, she reached out and tucked the blanket around Jiang Ye, her movements practiced and natural, as if she had done it countless times before.

Han Qingru, who was standing to the side, stopped talking abruptly when she saw this scene.

A woman's intuition is terrifying.

Han Qingru keenly sensed something from the way Xia Yu looked at Jiang Ye, and from the absolute tacit understanding that had developed between the two after experiencing life and death together.

That look in their eyes was no longer that of simple business allies, but was filled with deep love and dependence.

Jiang Ye's gaze towards Xia Yu held a tenderness he hadn't shown before.

Han Qingru's face paled slightly, and an indescribable bitterness and disappointment welled up in her heart.

She forced a smile and looked at Jiang Ye, offering him a few words of advice.

"Ono, focus on recovering. Lei Heng is keeping an eye on things at the company, so you don't need to worry about it."

Afterwards, Han Qingru took care of Jiang Ye in the ward for half a day.

She peeled an apple for Jiang Ye and chatted with him, but her eyes kept darting away, and she didn't dare to look at Xia Yu.

In the afternoon, seeing that Jiang Ye was indeed alright, Han Qingru stood up.

"Ono, I have some other business to take care of here, so I'll be leaving now. You get some rest."

Han Qingru made an excuse and hurriedly left the ward.

……

Sitting on a flight to Europe, Han Qingru looked out at the pitch-black night, her heart aching.

She knew that on that night in New York, she might really lose Jiang Ye.

She recalled the days she and Jiang Ye relied on each other in the orphanage, the warm times in the old house in the countryside, and the passionate lovemaking on the night of the typhoon on the island.

Those little things, like sharp knives, kept cutting into her heart.

Han Qingru didn't understand why she was so conflicted.

She clearly loved Jiang Ye deeply, but because of the age and social difference, she never dared to take that step.

She was afraid of becoming a burden to Jiang Ye, afraid of the world's judgment, and afraid that in the end they wouldn't even be able to remain siblings.

However, when she saw that Xia Yu was willing to risk her life for Jiang Ye, and saw the tacit understanding between them that allowed them to share life and death, she realized how ridiculous her retreat had been.

Tears streamed down her face silently as Han Qingru tasted this bitterness alone in the dark cabin.

……

Jiang Ye stayed in the hospital for a few days, and his injuries healed quickly.

After being discharged from the hospital, he did not return to China immediately, but stayed in New York to handle official business.

Although the shooting was an accident, it gave Jiang Ye an excellent bargaining chip.

He used this opportunity to exert tremendous pressure on those Wall Street financial tycoons.

"Gentlemen, I have been shot on your turf, which makes me very concerned about the investment environment in North America."

At the negotiating table where the meeting had resumed, Jiang Ye coldly stared at the old American man opposite him, his tone full of threat.

"If you cannot give me a satisfactory explanation, Kunlun Capital will withdraw completely from the North American market and will disclose the truth of this incident to the international community."

Faced with Jiang Ye's strong pressure, those Wall Street bigwigs finally compromised.

They not only agreed to Xia Yu's "cultural localization" plan, but also voluntarily gave up more benefits and promised to use all resources to ensure the smooth promotion of SKY SOUL in the North American market.

The negotiations were a great success, and Sky Soul's North American crisis was perfectly resolved.

……

As Jiang Ye stepped out of the negotiation building, he let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned to look at Xia Yu beside him and joked with a smile, "President Xia, it seems that taking this bullet was worth it. Not only did I secure the cooperation, but I also made a few more percentage points of profit."

Upon hearing this, Xia Yu's expression instantly changed.

Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears fell like beads from a broken string.

"Jiang Ye! You bastard!"

While crying, Xia Yu raised her small fists and pounded hard on Jiang Ye's chest.

"Do you know how scared I was that day! Do you know I almost thought you were dead!"

"How could you joke about something like this! Do you think your life is worthless?!"

Jiang Ye was startled by Xia Yu's sudden outburst.

Seeing Xia Yu crying with tears streaming down her face, he realized that his joke had gone too far.

For Xia Yu, the shooting was a haunting nightmare, the most terrifying thing she had ever experienced in her life.

"I'm sorry, Xia Yu, I was wrong."

Jiang Ye quickly stopped smiling, pulled Xia Yu into his arms, and gently coaxed her.

"I'll never make jokes like that again, please don't cry, okay?"

Xia Yu leaned against Jiang Ye's chest and cried for a while before her emotions gradually calmed down.

She looked up at Jiang Ye, her eyes filled with deep affection.

"Jiang Ye, promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you will protect yourself. I can't live without you."

Jiang Ye looked into her watery eyes and felt a surge of emotion.

He lowered his head and kissed Xia Yu's red lips deeply.

……