“Why do you have Qiao Nuo's phone?” At that moment, Jin Chengyan had already grabbed Yan Beiting by the collar and pushed him into an empty hospital room, pinning him against the wall without a hint of mercy.
Yan Beiting merely smiled, holding Qiao Nuo's phone casually, unfazed by Jin Chengyan's roughness.
“A Yan, you shouldn’t resort to violence every time you see me. Besides, what happens between Qiao Nuo and me is none of your business. She’s not Ruan Shengyu,” Yan Beiting said with a nonchalant demeanor that truly infuriated Jin Chengyan.
Jin Chengyan rubbed his temples, forcing himself to suppress the anger boiling inside.
This hypocritical man!
“Don’t mention her in front of me!” Jin Chengyan pointed his finger at Yan Beiting, an act that was quite rude. But after all the physical confrontation, what courtesy was left to extend to Yan Beiting?
He snatched Qiao Nuo's phone from Yan Beiting's grasp.
“I warn you, whether it’s Ruan Shengyu or Qiao Nuo, keep your distance from them! I won’t go easy on you like I did back then!”
Yan Beiting chuckled lightly. “A Yan, you can’t be so greedy. You want Ruan Shengyu and you want Qiao Nuo too; that’s not good!”
“And if I say being greedy is fine? You should just stay in America; Qin Cheng doesn’t welcome you.” Six years ago, Jin Chengyan had the power to drive him away to America, and he could do it again now.
The reason was simple: Jin Chengyan did not welcome him.
“What are you afraid of? It’s been six years, and you still haven’t made Ruan Shengyu fall in love with you. Is that my fault?” Yan Beiting patted Jin Chengyan on the shoulder and casually walked out of the empty hospital room.
Jin Chengyan was left behind, the echo of Yan Beiting’s words lingering in his ears.
Six years, and you still haven’t made Ruan Shengyu love you.
He guessed the unspoken words that followed—Jin Chengyan, you really are useless.
Indeed, Qin Cheng could turn the tide effortlessly, the most eligible bachelor everyone dreams of. Who wouldn’t love a man like that?
Except for Ruan Shengyu.
Jin Chengyan felt a surge of anger and slammed his fist against the wall!
*
Huo Yawen ultimately couldn’t stop Qiao Nuo, watching helplessly as she rushed into the hospital room, standing there at a loss, unsure whether to hold her father’s hand or to try waking him up.
“Dad…” Qiao Nuo called softly to her father, who lay on the bed unresponsive.
She knew he had suffered greatly in recent days—surgeries, tests, IV drips… When they couldn’t find a vein in his hands for the IV, they resorted to drawing blood from his feet, relying on nutrients just to maintain the bare minimum of life…
Her father had once been so spirited and dashing. Even in middle age, he stood tall and moved with grace—a true gentleman.
He was a person of few words, always had been!
“Dad, you… wait, Qiao Chen is coming to see you… he will be here.” Qiao Nuo held her father's hand tightly. If this was the last moment they would share, she didn't want him to remember her as someone who cried. She wanted to tell him that she would be fine, that she would be doing well with Qiao Chen.
It seemed that her voice reached him, or perhaps it was the bond between father and daughter that awakened him. He opened his eyes!
This was the first time he had regained consciousness since falling into a coma, and it felt as if he had awoken from a long dream.
“Little… Nuomi…” he struggled to speak. This was his daughter, the little princess of the family, who had always been carefree. Why were her eyes red? Why did it seem like she was about to cry?
“Dad, it’s me!” Qiao Nuo fought back her tears. “Just wait for Qiao Chen; he’s on his way from school. He’s being very good now, not getting into fights or causing trouble. He will definitely get into a great university!”
She wanted to reassure her father that everything was fine and that he didn’t need to worry.
Her father nodded, filled with relief.
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