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Yi Nansheng's face was ashen as he faced the crowd that had surrounded him. "Who dares to block my way? If you’re not afraid of death, come at me."
His gaze was sinister, like a demon emerging from hell. He had brought several bodyguards with him for this trip.
Jian Yunong trembled in his arms, and Yi Nansheng felt as if his heart were being cut with a knife.
If it weren't for someone informing him that Jian Yunong was trapped here, he wouldn't have known she was being treated this way.
Yi Nansheng had long stopped paying attention to Jian Yunong's every move because he didn't want her to be troubled by him in any way.
He regretted that he shouldn't have cut off his concern for her just because she rejected him; at the very least, he should have kept a secret watch over her.
Carrying Jian Yunong back to his villa, Yi Nansheng gently placed her on the bed and coaxed her to sleep.
Then, the phone from the Huo Family rang.
"Yi Nansheng, are you crazy? How dare you interfere in this matter?" The speaker's powerful aura could be felt even through the phone.
"You are Le Yi's husband."
Mrs. Huo was extremely displeased.
Yi Nansheng sneered, "Are you taking advantage of Jian Yunong's family being absent? Do you even consider her a person?"
Mrs. Huo retorted angrily, "She concealed her mental issues first. Why should we continue to take her in? I’m treating her well; what’s wrong with that?"
"Then we have nothing more to discuss." Yi Nansheng hung up the phone directly.
Filled with rage, the cigarette in Yi Nansheng's hand crumbled into ashes in his palm.
He had seen Mrs. Huo's temper before; she was a very stubborn strong woman, controlling and extremely protective of her own.
However, Yi Nansheng did not expect her to be shameless enough to control Jian Yunong in this way.
"Yi Nansheng."
The voice of Jian Yunong came from behind.
At some point, she had gotten out of bed, and it was unclear how much of the previous conversation she had overheard.
"Why are you up?"
Yi Nansheng quickly walked over; her face looked quite bad, and she should have slept a little longer.
"Did I wake you?"
Yi Nansheng was very concerned; Jian Yunong's complexion was poor.
Jian Yunong shook her head. "I can't sleep."
Once she fell asleep, she would have nightmares, with the ramblings of those real patients echoing in her ears.
She sat down on the sofa, hugging her knees.
This posture indicated a lack of security.
Yi Nansheng draped a blanket over her, not daring to get too close, and gently asked, "Do you want me to call your aunt?"
Yi Nansheng knew very well that she had long become a familiar stranger to Jian Yunong.
Mist Shenshen was Jian Yunong's aunt, not just an elder but also an important friend.
But to Yi Nansheng's surprise, Jian Yunong refused.
"My aunt is pregnant, so it's better not to tell her. I don't want her to worry and get upset."
Jian Yunong knew Mist Shenshen's temperament; her aunt would definitely be furious and would confront the Huo Family.
A pregnant woman, if she got angry, it could be life-threatening.
But would it help to fight back?
The Huo Family was powerful and influential.
Jian Yunong irritably covered her face. "I just want to rest well right now. Let me think about what to do next."
She couldn't always rely on her aunt like this.
Yi Nansheng said, "Okay. You rest well."
Suddenly, Jian Yunong thought of someone else and cautiously spoke up, "Can you help me contact Huo Jincheng?"
Yi Nansheng was taken aback; she must have fallen in love with Huo Jincheng. The person one thinks of in difficult times is the one they hold in their heart.
"Alright." Although she agreed, only she knew the dryness in her throat.
Jian Yunong lay on the sofa, drank a cup of hot milk, and slowly fell asleep.
When she woke up again, it was already evening.
A tall figure stood in front of her. Sleepy-eyed, Jian Yunong thought she saw Huo Jincheng and softly called out, "Hubby."
The shadow against the light did not answer her.
After a while, he finally spoke, "It's me."
It was Yi Nansheng.
Jian Yunong awkwardly rubbed her eyes, wondering how she had mistaken him for Huo Jincheng just now.
"I made you Meiling Porridge. Here, have some."
Yi Nansheng lifted the lid and served her a small bowl.
The steaming food was fragrant and delicious.
At this moment, with Huo Jincheng absent, perhaps only good food could comfort her startled soul.
The more bitter her heart felt, the sweeter she needed to eat.
The fragrant and soft Meiling Porridge was just right for her.
Oh my, it was the first time Jian Yunong cried while eating something delicious. The days she spent in the hospital were so miserable. Not to mention how terrible the food was, life was hard, and she had no appetite to eat.
Tears fell into the porridge and mixed in sweetly because she was free now, not controlled by anyone. She could sleep whenever she wanted and not take medicine if she didn't want to.
It turned out that true freedom wasn't about doing whatever one wanted but rather about not having to do anything one didn't want to do.
Understanding this truth was so difficult.
Yi Nansheng watched her with discomfort and handed her a tissue.
"Thank you." Jian Yunong wiped her tears dry, having just taken a few bites, but the tears fell again.
Yi Nansheng sighed softly, "I'm sorry for being late."
Jian Yunong, with a cry in her voice, said, "What does that have to do with you?"
Huo Jincheng didn't understand how she could blame Yi Nansheng.
Jian Yunong cried and ate, managing to finish a large bowl of porridge. Yi Nansheng felt much more at ease; as long as she could eat, it was fine. He was really worried that Jian Yunong wouldn't be able to eat anything. If a foodie couldn't eat, Yi Nansheng wouldn't know what to do.
"Do you want to sleep?"
Yi Nansheng glanced at the time; it was now eleven o'clock at night.
Jian Yunong's biological clock had long been disrupted.
"Well, it's not good to go to sleep right after eating," Yi Nansheng rubbed his hands together. "Shall we chat for a bit?"
Jian Yunong nodded.
Yi Nansheng spoke first, "I didn't expect that we could sit here together and talk calmly like this."
Jian Yunong blinked, looking dazed. "Yeah."
Yi Nansheng lowered his head, stroking the cup in his hand. The delicate rim of the cup felt cool when no one was there to ask about his thoughts. But as soon as it was touched again, it would slowly warm up.
Silence spread out between them.
Jian Yunong took a deep breath. "You don't need to feel so guilty towards me."
She knew he must be thinking hard about what kind of topic to bring up.
"It's me."
Jian Yunong paused, "It's my problem. I can't get over that hurdle."
"What hurdle?"
Yi Nansheng didn't expect Jian Yunong to bring this up on her own.
"Breaking up is a common thing, right? Everyone has moments they can't control. But I..."
It really took courage to say this.
Jian Yunong looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold back her tears, "I can't forget that scene. Yi Nansheng. I have a kind of intimacy disorder. I don't look for boyfriends because I'm allergic to the opposite sex. In a sober state, I can't be intimate with anyone."
Yi Nansheng's face instantly lost color.
"You..."
"I saw you with that woman..."
She couldn't continue with her words after that.
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