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

Liang Chaoxu came out of the doctor's office, leaned against the wall in the corridor, and dialed Yan Jin's number.

The call was answered quickly, as if the person hadn't gone to sleep yet: "Mr. Liang."

Liang Chaoxu raised his hand and pressed his temples: "Tomorrow morning, organize the two sets of information on the Han and Chen families that I have and send them to the Discipline Inspection Commission. Keep the originals in my office safe, and send the copies over."

Yan Jin hesitated for a moment on the other end: "President Liang, are you sure you want to act now? Those two companies still have connections."

"The people above are already too busy to take care of themselves," Liang Chaoxu said calmly. "You just focus on delivering the goods; don't worry about anything else."

"Understood."

Liang Chaoxu hung up the phone and stood in the corridor for a while.

He originally intended to proceed step by step, but now that the Han family dared to set their sights on Wen Li, he no longer needed to worry.

The sooner it's resolved, the sooner we can have peace of mind.

That brainless and spineless Song Yu, together with Han Mingzhu, instigated Zheng Ying and Wen Chenghua to deliberately make things difficult for Wen Li.

We cannot let this opportunity pass us by.

After a long while, Liang Chaoxu pushed open the door to the ward and went in.

Wen Li was sleeping soundly, her breathing steady, but her brows were still slightly furrowed.

Liang Chaoxu lay down on the sofa, his coat draped over his shoulders, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. Before closing his eyes, he glanced at her one last time, making sure she was sleeping peacefully.

In the middle of the night, a bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky outside the window, followed by a deafening rumble of thunder that rolled across the horizon, and raindrops pounded against the glass as if they were falling.

Wen Li suddenly opened her eyes, her breathing rapid, as if she had risen from some abyss, still carrying the lingering fear.

Liang Chaoxu opened his eyes the instant the thunder sounded.

He quickly turned to look at Wen Li on the bed, and seeing her chest heaving violently, he quickly got up, walked to the bedside, bent down to look at her: "Did you have a dream?"

Wen Li's eyes were open in the darkness, unfocused: "Hmm...these are all things from when I was a child."

He noticed the unsteadiness in her voice, but didn't press her for details. He sat down on the chair by the bed and said, "It's nothing, it was all a dream."

Wen Li turned her head to look at him, then glanced at the sofa, and moved to the side to make room for half of the bed. Her voice was a little hoarse: "You should lie down and rest too."

Liang Chaoxu looked at her, and without hesitation, took off his shoes and gently lay down.

He lay on his side, the two of them about an arm's length apart, neither of them speaking.

The rain pattered against the window, and occasional rumbles of thunder shook the glass.

Wen Li turned over, facing him, glanced at the blanket covering him, and slowly closed her eyes.

Liang Chaoxu looked at her fingers tightly gripping the corner of the blanket, raised his hand and gently pulled her into his arms, patting her back gently, like comforting a frightened child.

Wen Li moved her head, rested her forehead on his shoulder, and silently let out a sigh of relief.

"Can't you sleep?" he asked.

Wen Li was silent for a while: "I dreamed about the day my mother passed away. I was eight years old then. She was rushing to catch a plane, and I chased after her for a long way. Then I fell down, and she looked back at me, but still got on the bus."

"And then?"

"Later I kept thinking, if only she hadn't turned around that day. She glanced at me at that intersection, and I've remembered it for so many years." Wen Li's voice lowered, and she choked up a little.

"Sometimes I feel that some memories are meant to trap you. The more you try to forget them, the more they will resurface when you're asleep."

Liang Chaoxu's palm didn't stop; he continued to pat her slowly on the back: "Our company is going to New York on a business trip next week. Why don't you come with me? We can visit your mother then."

Wen Li didn't speak, her fingers sliding down the edge of the blanket and landing on the pillow. After a long while, she said softly, "Forget it, it's been so many years since we last met, it would be too awkward to disturb you abruptly."

Liang Chaoxu tightened his arms, feeling a sense of melancholy.

Today, after learning from the doctor that Wen Li's will to live was low, he tried to contact Wen Li's mother.

If you get her to call out to Wen Li a few times on the phone, it might trigger Wen Li's will to survive.

Despite numerous attempts, Wen Li's mother did not reply to messages or answer the phone.

Later, Liang Chaoxu thought about it and realized it was probably due to the time difference between Jingzhou and New York. It was normal that Wen Li's mother couldn't answer the phone.

After all, in Wen Li's memory, her mother loved her very much.

After thinking it over, Liang Chaoxu looked down at her and said, "I'll take you on a round-the-world trip, just to help you relax."

Wen Li was both amused and exasperated, shaking her head: "The resort project is at a critical stage right now; work is more important."

"Then let's go to the amusement park after you're discharged from the hospital," Liang Chaoxu continued to suggest.

Wen Li looked up at him, blinked, thought for a moment, and nodded: "Okay."

"Then it's settled. We'll try all the games then," Liang Chaoxu said, resting his chin on Wen Li's head.

He gently pressed Wen Li's head into the crook of her neck. She sniffed, her nose filled with his cool, refreshing scent.

It smells wonderful and gives me a strange sense of peace.

"Wen Li?" Liang Chaoxu called softly when he saw that she was not moving.

Wen Li kept her eyes closed and did not react.

Liang Chaoxu chuckled softly in the dim light, a very faint sound, as if it were a breath escaping from his throat.

He kissed her forehead and whispered softly, "I will make up for everything you never had before."

After saying this, Liang Chaoxu slowly closed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

The fact that she is now gradually accepting me is the most gratifying thing, even more so than when he signed a multi-million dollar project.

Wen Li's eyelashes trembled, and her fingers, which were placed on their chests, unconsciously gripped his collar.

Liang Chaoxu's words reminded her of the year she escaped from the Wen family and had nowhere to go. He rushed back from school that night and took her to the Yuhe Mansion.

She was quite frightened by Wen Chenghua and Zheng Ying's relentless pursuit and sat on his sofa, unable to recover for a long time.

Just like before, he spoke to her softly and gently, saying, "Don't be afraid, you are safe, no one can hurt you."

Liang Chaoxu, you've helped me so much.

How can I ever repay you?

Wen Li sighed very softly and slowly fell asleep.

The next day at noon, Qin Youya, accompanied by her mother Wu, brought chicken soup that she had just cooked that morning to the hospital.

When they arrived at the ward, Liang Chaoxu was not there; Wen Li was eating while making a phone call to discuss work arrangements.

Seeing Qin Youya enter from the door, Wen Li was momentarily stunned. Clutching her phone, she hesitantly greeted her, "Auntie... what brings you here?"

Qin Youya looked around the ward and nodded slightly: "I heard from Meng Shu that you were hospitalized due to frostbite. I was free today, so I came to see you."

Wen Li's heart tightened. She hung up the phone, a faint smile appearing on her face: "Thank you, Auntie. I've almost recovered. I can be discharged tomorrow."

"Hmm." Qin Youya sat down on the sofa. "That's good. This way, Xu won't have to run between the company and the hospital."

Upon hearing this, Wen Li's fingers involuntarily curled slightly.

She still vividly remembered Madam Jiang's words and didn't want to hear them from Qin Youya again.

Instead of passively being trained, it's better to take the initiative to express your stance.

"Auntie, actually, between Mr. Liang and me..."

Before Wen Li could finish speaking, Qin Youya interrupted her: "Miss Wen, have you eaten?"