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Shouya saw her silent and was about to finish his words when Grandma An walked out of the kitchen. Observing the expressions of the three young people and recalling what she had overheard in the kitchen, it seemed that Wushuang was heartbroken. However, as an old woman, she couldn't offer any advice. Grabbing her handbag, she suggested they continue their conversation while she went out for a stroll and to buy some snacks.
Once Grandma An left, Shouya continued, "You have worked hard to forget the past and to accept Lefas. During this process, Lefas has changed a lot for you. Seeing how you returned from Japan, I know your heart has opened up. That day in the mall when I saw you looking so happy, I realized your heart is not only open to Lefas but is starting to accept him, right?"
Wushuang finally couldn't hold back her tears and looked at him with a choked voice, "Yes... I am starting to accept him, but what about him? Why did he deceive me? His gentleness was never meant for me; he has always treated me as a substitute for that woman. From the beginning of his torment and revenge to everything now, it has all been a lie. I will never believe him again!"
Having expressed her innermost feelings, Wushuang felt much better inside. The Snowball in her arms seemed to be struggling, so she quickly squatted down to let it go free.
Shouya sighed. Why couldn't she understand? Everyone else could see the truth so clearly, yet she remained so confused!
"Wushuang, you need to believe me; the person Lefas cares about now is you. It absolutely cannot be Selina. To be honest, you don't resemble Selina at all. I personally think that when Lefas first brought you back, he must have been captivated by that initial spark; it could never have been some twisted revenge involving a substitute!" Shouya was determined to make her understand today; otherwise, she would never be satisfied, and Lefas wouldn't let him off easily either.
"Ding..." The phone rang again; it had been ringing quite frequently lately.
Rafas waited impatiently outside until his patience wore thin. He had privately found out An Xinya's address and arrived at her door only to find Shouya's car parked there as expected.
Shouya looked at the familiar three characters on the screen; he had only waited a short while yet was already feeling impatient, caught between them made things difficult for him!
Yan Wushuang noticed he was slow to answer the call and guessed it must be from him. She turned to Xinya, who had been sitting on the sofa, and said wearily, "Xinya, I didn't sleep well last night; I want to rest for a bit. You all can chat slowly."
"Okay, go rest in your room; I'll call you when it's time for lunch!" Xinya kindly stood up and led her toward the room.
Once Shouya saw both of them leave, he pressed the answer button. As soon as he connected, an anxious voice came through: "How is Wushuang now? Is she hurt? Has she eaten breakfast?"
Rafas stood outside the door holding the phone while communicating with Shouya inside...
"She's fine; she just had breakfast but looks a bit haggard. It seems like she didn't sleep well last night! I tried to analyze things a little for her to resolve the misunderstandings between you two, but right now Wushuang firmly believes you are deceiving her and that you see her as Selina's substitute!" For the first time, his words elicited no reaction from Wushuang.
Outside the door, Rafas sighed deeply. What could he do to make Wushuang believe him?
Back in his car, he decided it would be best not to appear before Wushuang for now and let Shouya help her every day. As long as she was safe and sound, he would feel at ease.
"Master, do you think you should remove your mask and smooth out that scar? This way Miss Wushuang won't misunderstand that you did it on purpose!" Mike boldly suggested as he observed his master looking dejected.
Rafas showed no reaction but internally accepted Mike's bold suggestion. Perhaps he could use his hospitalization as an opportunity to win Wushuang back; as long as she returned to his side, he was willing to try any method.
The decision was made; he truly decided to go through with it. This whole situation was caused by Faisal, who handed over the company and Solomon's matters for him to handle. He then began preparing for his plan.
He hired the world's most authoritative plastic surgeon to create a plan for him. The scar on his face was deep, and he needed surgery to restore his face to its original state.
The company and Solomon's affairs were entrusted to Faisal, while his precious one would be temporarily taken care of by Shouya for a few days. Everything was arranged; for Wushuang, he had to remove the scar from his face!
Today marked the third day that Yan Wushuang had been staying at Xinya's house. Over these three days, Shouya had been diligently coming over every day, especially today, when he brought some nutritious and delicious breakfast early in the morning.
"Wushuang, do you know what day it is today?" Shouya asked her suddenly, unable to help but frequently check the time.
For three consecutive days, Rafas seemed to have evaporated from the world, causing Yan Wushuang's heart to plummet. She leaned her head on his shoulder, listless as she replied, "What day? Is it the day Xinya goes to practice piano?"
She had no idea that today was the day Rafas was undergoing surgery...
Shouya wanted to tell her, but he had promised Lefas that he wouldn't say anything at least not at this moment.
Noticing that he seemed strange today, Yan Wushuang was sure he was hiding something from her. She turned and grabbed his arm. Over the past few nights, she had barely slept, her complexion worsening each day. She ate little and her body grew increasingly frail.
"Brother Shouya, why do you come here every day to keep me company? Also, you've checked the time at least ten times today. What are you hiding from me?" Wushuang's weak voice rang in his ear, igniting an impulse in him to tell her everything immediately.
"It's nothing. I'm just worried you'll feel bored being home alone. After spending so much time with you, I know your personality well enough. The quieter you are, the more you overthink things. So I can only sacrifice my own precious time to accompany you. Otherwise, should I tell Lefas about your whereabouts and have him come pick you up?" he asked her teasingly.
"Don't... You promised me you wouldn't tell him. Since you promised, you must keep your word!"
Shouya shrugged helplessly; it seemed he could only remain silent...
Time passed slowly... Three hours later, in an operating room at a hospital in Las Vegas, a fat grafting and skin transplant surgery had just concluded.
To ensure Rafas faced no danger during the operation or that enemies would take advantage of the situation for revenge, Mike quietly guarded him throughout the procedure. Outside the door stood a group of top assassins on watch; even blood bags sent in had to be inspected before being used by Rafas!
Finally, three hours later, the operating room door opened. Rafas was wheeled out by medical staff; the surgery had been very successful. If he had agreed to undergo surgery three years ago, the scar from the skin graft on his cheek would have healed faster and better than it did now.
In fact, three years ago when he refused surgery, it was as if he intentionally left that scar behind. Every time he saw it, it reminded him of her betrayal and the tragic death of his brother; it spurred him on to become stronger under such motivation.
However, he did it. Today, both Solomon and Monica are built on the motivation of hatred, growing stronger bit by bit, becoming more powerful than before. No one would dare to underestimate his Solomon and Monica!
Rafas lay in a high-end VIP hospital room, the effects of the anesthetic seemingly still lingering. Mike stayed by his side, watching his right cheek still covered with gauze, wondering if his master would return to his former self once the gauze was removed in a few days.
For this skin grafting surgery, first, an authoritative expert in this field was invited. Second, the fat and skin used for the graft were taken from his own body. After comparing, the skin tone on the inner thigh was found to be closest to the scar on his face, so the expert took a small piece of skin from his thigh for the graft.
Rafas remained in a daze, still unconscious. Perhaps he missed Yan Wushuang too much, as all he could think about in his coma was her. Mike stood by him, listening more than once as he called out Yan Wushuang's name... Baby... Shuang'er...
Another three days passed. Yan Wushuang suffered from insomnia every night, staring at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes. Why hadn’t he come to find her? With Rafas's abilities, it would be effortless for him to locate her. Yet, a week had gone by without him showing up even once or making a single phone call.
An Xin Ya beside her knew she was feeling down but had already said everything she could. Yan Wushuang's mood remained low...
"Wushuang, are you still unable to sleep?" Xinya asked, her keen hearing picking up on Yan Wushuang's insomnia again tonight.
"Xinya, what do you think I should choose? Should I leave here?" A week of silence had gradually made her heart feel cold; deep down, she had convinced herself that Rafas had abandoned her.
The word "leave" was very sensitive for Xinya. She immediately turned to her and nervously advised her: "Wushuang, please don't think like that. If you leave him and also leave my home, where else can you go?"
"Japan... maybe I could go to Japan or China!" The first place that came to her mind when thinking of leaving was the general's place. However, after what she had clearly stated during her last trip to Japan, perhaps it wasn't suitable for her either. The only place that felt right was Beijing, China.
That city where she had only stayed for a few days instantly captured her heart; the streets were filled with people who shared her skin tone. That place felt like home to her. If given a choice, she truly wished to return there.
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