Mr. Liang, you mustn't covet other people's fiancées!

A week later, Wen Li and Meng Shu met at the materials supplier's showroom for the resort project.

The supplier's representative stood at the front desk waiting for them, dressed in a sharp suit and wearing a professional smile.

When Wen Li walked over, she recognized the face and stopped abruptly.

Song Yu.

When he saw her, the smile on his face froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered and extended his hand: "Team Leader Wen, Director Meng, welcome. I will be showing you the cold storage equipment showroom today."

Meng Shu was unaware of their past relationship and politely shook hands.

Wen Li didn't reach out, but simply nodded: "Let's go."

Song Yu withdrew his hand, turned around and led the way, his voice regaining its professional calm: "This way, please. Our exhibition hall has three floors. The first floor has conventional cold storage equipment, the second floor has an intelligent temperature control system, and the third floor is a simulation cabin experience area."

The cold storage simulation chamber is located on the third floor of the exhibition hall. It is a closed metal room with insulation panels on all four walls, and the temperature can be adjusted to minus ten degrees Celsius.

Song Yu was explaining the parameters of the temperature control system when Meng Shu's phone rang. She glanced at the screen and gestured to the two of them, "I'll take this call. You two take a look first." Then she pushed open the door and went out.

The hatch closed, and the simulator became quiet.

Song Yu put down his tablet, turned around and looked at Wen Li, his professional smile fading slightly: "Wen Li, I have something to ask you."

Wen Li stood in front of the equipment control panel without looking up: "You can discuss work-related matters, but personal matters are off-limits."

"Was it because you were so determined to break off the engagement back then that you had a long-standing affair with my uncle?" Song Yu's voice was low, carrying a suppressed accusation.

Wen Li finally looked up at him: "Song Yu, stop acting crazy. We broke off the engagement because you and Han Mingzhu were having an affair. You cheated on me first, and then we dissolved the engagement. Don't drag me into this mess with your distant family relationship with President Liang."

"Then why did you choose him?" Song Yu took a step forward. "You know he's my uncle, yet you still want to get entangled with him."

"Is it because he's richer and has a higher social status than me that you feel it's better to be with him than with me?"

Wen Li looked at him expressionlessly: "I'll say it again, I have absolutely no ambiguity with President Liang."

"You know what you've done, don't try to shift the blame onto others." She turned and walked towards the door.

Song Yu reached out and grabbed her arm: "Explain yourself clearly."

Wen Li stumbled a step as he pulled her, then turned around and abruptly shook off his hand: "Let go of me!"

"You're not leaving until you explain yourself clearly today," Song Yu said, blocking the doorway.

Wen Li raised her hand and slapped him hard, the sound crisp and clear, especially distinct in the enclosed cabin.

Song Yu turned his head away, a finger mark quickly appearing on his face, and stood frozen in place. Wen Li withdrew her hand: "Get lost, or I'll call the police."

Song Yu looked at her, his eyes swirling with indescribable emotions. In the end, he said nothing more, turned around, opened the door, and walked out.

As he walked away, he kicked something nearby, making a dull metallic clang, and the door slammed shut behind him.

Wen Li stood inside the cabin, took a deep breath, and walked to the door to pull the doorknob.

The door remained completely still.

She pulled twice more, but still couldn't open it. Then she looked down at the lock; the screen of the electronic lock was black, as if the power had been cut off.

She took out her phone, and the top left corner of the screen showed no signal.

"Song Yu!" She pounded on the door twice, but there was no response from outside.

Cold air rushed in through the vents, and the thermometer reading was dropping.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, as they gathered at the entrance of the exhibition hall to prepare to leave, Meng Shu counted the number of people: "Where's Wen Li?"

Song Yu stood at the back of the crowd, his expression slightly changing, but he remained silent.

The exhibition hall manager sent someone to check the simulation cabin on the third floor. When they opened the door, a blast of cold air hit them. Wen Li was huddled in the corner, her face pale and her lips already turning blue.

She was still conscious when the ambulance arrived, her fingers clutching the hem of her clothes, her fingertips frozen stiff.

Liang Chaoxu was in a meeting when he received the call.

He hung up the phone, stood up, and walked out without saying a word. Yan Jin chased after him for a couple of steps and asked where he was going, but he didn't answer.

The corridor outside the operating room was white and empty; Wen Li had been wheeled in almost an hour ago. Nurses had come and gone twice, and the family consultation window had been opened a third time.

Liang Chaoxu stood at the window as the doctor flipped through the records in his hand and looked up at him: "The patient's body temperature is too low, and given that her physical functions were not very good to begin with, her vital signs are currently stable."

The doctor paused, then said, "But we noticed something: her will to live was extremely weak. Physically she could still hold on, but she didn't seem to want to."

"This phenomenon is usually related to the patient's long-term psychological state. Do you, as family members or close relatives, have any methods to help her rebuild her will to live?"

Liang Chaoxu stood at the window without saying a word.

He stood there for a moment, then asked, "May I go in and see her?"

The doctor nodded: "Yes, but it can't be for too long."

When Liang Chaoxu pushed open the ward door, the instruments beside the bed were beeping regularly.

Wen Li had her eyes closed, an oxygen tube in her nose, a blanket covering her chest, frostbite marks from the cold storage on her face, and pale, almost bloodless lips.

He moved a chair to sit on the edge of the bed and gently took her cold fingers in his hand.

Wen Li's fingers curled slightly, as if in a subconscious response, or perhaps as an unintentional reflex.

"Wen Li," Liang Chaoxu whispered, "you have to live, please, I beg you."

He didn't know what Wen Li truly cherished in her heart.

Perhaps it was familial affection, but Wen Chenghua didn't love her at all, and she couldn't contact her mother either. After these incidents, Wen Li was clearly extremely disappointed with family ties.

Love? But Song Yu hurt her so deeply, how could it possibly be of any use? She doesn't love Song Yu, and she has no feelings for me either.

How exactly can I ignite your will to survive?

Friendship...yes, friendship, find Tian Miao.

Thinking this, Liang Chaoxu quickly called Jiang Gu and asked him to ask Tian Miao to come to the hospital.

Tian Miao arrived as quickly as possible and talked to Wen Li for a long time.

In the end, Tian Miao couldn't help but cry: "Wen Youyou, don't scare me."

The instruments by the bed ticked away, and the sky outside the window gradually darkened, but Wen Li remained unresponsive.

Liang Chaoxu stood at the door of the ward, his face heavy and his eyes red from lack of sleep.

Meng Shu stood beside him, her eyes filled with complex emotions. This afternoon, after receiving a phone call, she overheard Wen Li and Song Yu arguing.

Thinking it best not to get involved, she turned and left first. Later, when she saw Song Yu come out alone, she didn't ask where Wen Li had gone.

If she had just casually asked, would Wen Li have been so frozen?

Song Yu walked over, annoyed. "Uncle, I'll go in and try."

"roll."