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Feeling Shen Qingyou's heart soften, Yuan Mufang leaned forward, his warm lips brushing against her cheek, kissing away her tears from bottom to top. There was no response, but no rejection either. Shen Qingyou stood like a statue, quiet and still; she was a woman drowning in love, unable to escape his web, destined to fall with him, to fall together... yet the despair in her eyes grew ever stronger.
“Serene, I've thought it over. We have a long way ahead of us. I will work harder from now on. You can take this two hundred thousand!”
Next, Yuan Mufang proactively handed over the savings book from home to Shen Qingyou. He didn't know why, but he felt increasingly distant from her. Her silence seemed to announce his death sentence. Over the past ten years, he had thoroughly understood Shen Qingyou's character; although she appeared weak and gentle, once she became stubborn, not even ten oxen could pull her back. Yesterday, no matter how passionately he tried, he still couldn't stir her emotions. He knew he could force the issue; she wouldn't refuse him. But at that critical moment, he hesitated. A loveless encounter, a forced intimacy—he feared that any last trace of affection she had for him would vanish without a trace. The silent Shen Qingyou was unfathomable to him; the deep hatred and disgust in her eyes served as a severe reminder that if he acted recklessly, he might truly lose her, ending up with nothing but regret. Even his body silently resisted; would she still accept him?
Was he trying to buy her compromise with two hundred thousand? Shen Qingyou's gaze lightly swept over the bright red savings book without any response.
“Serene, I reflected deeply on myself last night. What I did before was truly outrageous. Please give me one more chance, okay? Dad's illness is waiting for this money to help!”
Yuan Mufang's attitude was extremely sincere as he pleaded with Shen Qingyou to accept his remorse. “Serene, I just went to the market and bought fresh crucian carp. How about I make soup for Dad and Mom later?”
As Yuan Mufang spoke, he tied on an apron and then buried himself in the kitchen. Before long, a fragrant aroma wafted from the kitchen. Watching his busy figure, Shen Qingyou felt her eyes moisten again; she needed this man, needed him to share everything they were facing together...
The softness of Shen Qingyou's features made Yuan Mufang breathe a slight sigh of relief. She was an emotional woman; as long as he sincerely repented, she would definitely give him a chance...
“Dad, Mom, this is fish soup personally made by Yuan Mufang. Drink it while it's hot!” In the hospital room, Shen Qingyou scooped fish soup into a bowl and fed it to Father Shen one spoonful at a time.
“Yuyou, what happened to your face?”
As soon as Shen Qingyou entered the room, Father Shen noticed her slightly swollen cheeks that looked like handprints. Since Yuan Mufang was present earlier, he hadn't asked directly. Now that Yuan Mufang had stepped out for a moment, Father Shen quickly voiced his concern.
“Oh, Dad, it's nothing. I was anemic yesterday and accidentally bumped into the wall...”
"But?" Father Shen wanted to continue asking, but was interrupted by Shen Qingyou: "Dad, I'm fine, really fine. I have anemia, and you know that!"
"You've worked hard these days, Yuyou!" Father Shen said, patting Shen Qingyou's hand gently. His reluctance to see his beloved daughter suffer was evident; he felt so useless for being sick.
"Dad, the most important thing for you right now is to adjust your mindset and prepare for tomorrow's surgery. Don't think about anything else! Nothing is more important than you right now!"
Shen Qingyou said firmly to Father Shen. As long as her father was healthy, she felt that everything she did would have meaning; otherwise, it would mean nothing at all.
After a short while outside, Yuan Mufang returned to the hospital room and handed a payment slip to Shen Qingyou. Two hundred thousand—he poured all his resources into this amount, hoping to salvage their gradually fading relationship. Two hundred thousand was a number that Shen Qingyou could not refuse at this moment. She silently accepted it from Yuan Mufang's hands, believing in his sincerity. Love, as long as both parties were willing to put in a little more effort and care, would eventually return to its original state, wouldn't it?
Shen Qingyou truly believed that all the storms would eventually pass and that the sunny day would come…
"Serene."
Doctor Li Haoran saw Shen Qingyou during his rounds and called her name without hesitation. Shen Qingyou looked up and met his clear gaze, smiling faintly before politely standing up to inquire about her father's condition.
Shen Qingyou tilted her head to look at the various examination reports in Li Haoran's hands. Unintentionally, her head leaned against his shoulder. It seemed as if she was nestled against Li Haoran's shoulder. Shen Qingyou didn't notice; all her focus was on the pages of the medical reports. However, Li Haoran noticed and shamelessly enjoyed the closeness, even instinctively shifting his shoulder slightly. This scene caught Yuan Mufang's eye, and his face instantly turned pale with anger. "Serene!" he called out loudly to the doctor without courtesy.
Shen Qingyou turned her head. "Yuan Mufang, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just reminding you to be careful; you've gotten Doctor Li's clothes dirty!" Yuan Mufang's tone carried a hint of resentment. Realizing her proximity to Li Haoran, Shen Qingyou quickly stepped back a few paces to create some distance between them and then smiled apologetically at Li Haoran: "Doctor Li, I'm sorry!"
"It's fine, it's fine..." Li Haoran maintained his usual smile as he casually glanced over Shen Qingyou before asking Father Shen a few questions and then leaving the room. As he stepped out the door, the glances exchanged between the two men sparked a few sparks in the air.
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