Chapter 176: Little Liar, You Canât Abandon Me
The sky was just beginning to lighten, a sliver of fish-belly white appearing on the horizon.
The light in the hospital room was dim. A man leaned against the nearby sofa, asleep. He was still in yesterdayâs suit, his brow slightly furrowed, his handsome features clouded with exhaustion.
As if trapped in a nightmare, his brow tightened further. A thin layer of cold sweat covered his face, and the sharp lines of his jaw tensed. Suddenly, his eyes flew open, his breathing coming in short, sharp gasps.
He scrambled to his feet and rushed to the bedside. In the hazy light, the handsome young man lay quietly on the hospital bed. Aside from his even breathing, there was almost no sign of life.
Gu Fei let out a breath he didnât realize heâd been holding. He had just dreamt that Yanyan would never wake up again.
He had been startled awake, a lingering fear mixed with a profound sense of loss and helplessness that flooded his heart.
The child still hadnât woken up.
He didnât know how long he would have to sleep before he would finally open his eyes and look at him.
As the sky brightened, warm, dazzling sunlight illuminated every corner of the room. When the An family arrived, the scene was the same: Gu Fei sitting by the bedside, watching over Yanyan.
No one had rested well that night. Song Shumanâs eyes were red and swollen from crying. She couldnât accept what had happened. Seeing her youngest son, still unconscious, her tears began to fall again.
Pain, self-blame, and guilt swirled in her heart. The âsonâ she had raised and doted on for more than a decade had now, time and again, done this to her biological child.
Now one was dead, and the other was in a coma. How could she possibly accept it?
âDarling, please wake up. Donât scare your mother. Iâve prepared so many gifts for you, and we still have to celebrate your birthdayâŚâ
âBrother, your second brother got you a gift too. Once youâve had enough sleep, hurry up and open it. Donât be lazy, okay?â
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Gu Fei rose silently and went to the bathroom to quickly wash up. When he came out, An Jing patted his shoulder. âGu Fei, I brought breakfast. You should eat something.â
Gu Fei grunted in acknowledgment. His phone, which he had left on the table, lit up. He stepped out to take the call.
In a quiet corner of the hallway, two young men in black suits stood stiffly before him. They kept their eyes downcast, their hands clasped nervously together.
âMaster Gu, Iâm sorry. It was our negligence.â
âAn Nanyi must have somehow realized we were following him. The airport was too crowded, and we lost him. We were going to inform you after we found him, but we never thoughtâŚâ
Who would have thought he would do something so insane!
And who knew how An Nanyi had managed to get ahold of Young Master Anâs travel plans.
Gu Feiâs cold gaze fell upon them. Even exhaustion couldnât mask the sharp aura he exuded. His calm voice carried a terrifying chill. âYou take my money, and this is how you do your job?â
âMaster Gu, weâre sorry, itâs our faultâŚâ
Gu Fei kicked the man who was speaking. The force wasnât light; the man let out a muffled grunt and stumbled back two steps. âMaster Gu⌠we deserve this. You can hit us or curse at us, whatever you wish.â
The manâs thin lips parted, uttering a single word. âScram.â
âYes, sir!â The two hurried away.
Gu Fei watched them go, his fists clenching at his sides. The nails dug so deeply into his palms that he didnât even notice. The person he blamed most was himself. He hadnât protected An Qingyan.
That day, the driver who had been in the car with An Qingyan woke up. He was also seriously injured, but by a stroke of luck, none of his injuries were fatal. He had survived.
âIt all happened so suddenly. The car just came at us like it was out of control. I didnât even have time to brake. The next thing I knew, everything went black.â
It was just bad luck. He was just a regular working man, yet he had been caught in this disaster. He was the most innocent one of all; he didnât know anything.
Thankfully, the An family paid for his medical bills and gave him a sum for his emotional distress, enough to live comfortably for the rest of his life without having to work another day.
But poor Young Master An. Even an outsider like him felt how unfair it was. To face such injustice from the moment he was born, and after finally being reunited with his family, to be tormented again and again by the fake young master.
What had he done in a past life to deserve this?
The incident had a massive impact, drawing national attention. The police launched an investigation and confirmed that An Nanyi had planned the attack, deliberately crashing his car.
He had paid off a crew member to leak An Qingyanâs travel schedule. Furthermore, a note was found on his phone:
[Lin Qingyan, you ruined my life. I wonât let you have an easy time either!!!]
It was Lin Qingyan, not An Qingyan. He had never been willing to accept the truth.
It could only be said that he was truly a madman who had lost all reason, unable to distinguish right from wrong. From the very beginning, he was the one in the wrong, yet he refused to accept it, blaming the innocent An Qingyan for his own mistakes.
It wasnât An Qingyan who had ruined his life; he had ruined it himself.
For his own selfish desires, he had harmed others and himself.
All the years of kindness the An family had shown him were ultimately wasted.
Now that he was gone, it was a release.
The ones left to live with the pain and sorrow were the living.
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Three days later, with no sign of An Qingyan waking up, Gu Fei, after some deliberation, had him transferred to a private hospital in Nancheng. The environment was better, and they would have privacy.
Otherwise, the paparazzi squatting outside the hospital day and night were a problem. Some had even tried to sneak into the room to get a scoop.
Of course, none had succeeded.
How could Gu Fei allow anyone to disturb An Qingyan? Bodyguards stood watch outside the room twenty-four hours a day. It would be impossible to get in without exceptional skills.
Though some time had passed, online discussion remained high. Most netizens, especially the fans, were concerned about An Qingyanâs condition.
They only knew he was out of critical danger, but they didnât know the specifics. An Qingyan hadnât made any appearances, not even a video to reassure them he was safe.
There were even rumors circulating that An Qingyan had suffered severe brain trauma and was still in a coma, likely to end up in a vegetative state.
His fans, naturally, refused to believe it.
[Yanyan is definitely fine right now, I donât believe it!]
[No matter what, weâll keep waiting for you!]
[Yanyan darling, if youâre safe, please send us a voice message or a video to let us know youâre okay. Wuwuwu, Iâm so scared.]
[Wuwuwu, I havenât been able to eat or sleep well these past few days. What if Yanyan really doesnât wake up like the rumors say?]
[Can we get an official statement! This is driving me crazy!!]
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The hospitalâs high-class ward was bright and clean. From time to time, the crisp chirping of birds could be heard from the garden below. The sunlight was brilliant, filling the room with a warm atmosphere.
The bright light fell on the young manâs face, as if coating him in a smooth glaze. His long, thick eyelashes cast a shadow beneath his eyes. His skin was fair, but it held a sickly pallor.
He breathed lightly and shallowly. No matter how bright the sun shone, he never opened his beautiful eyes.
Gu Fei sat by the bed, holding a damp towel, carefully and gently wiping the young manâs bodyâhis clean, beautiful face, his long, well-proportioned fingers⌠he wiped every inch with meticulous care.
After he was done, Gu Fei sat down again. He took out a finely crafted velvet ring box from the drawer beside him, opened it, and removed the ring inside.
The manâs fingertips gently caressed the cool metal of the ring. Then, he took the young manâs slender wrist and slipped it onto the middle finger of his left hand. It was a perfect fit.
He let out a soft chuckle. The calmness in his weary eyes rippled, filled with a tender, lingering affection. His magnetic voice was gentle. âIt fits perfectly.â
He leaned closer, murmuring softly.
âBaby, when you wake up, Feige will propose to you.â
âAnd then weâll have a grand wedding. Whatever you want, Iâll listen to you.â
The manâs tone took on a threatening edge. âIf you still refuse to wake up, Feige is going to be with someone else. Then my little vinegar jar will get jealous again.â
The young man in his sight showed no reaction, not even a flicker of his eyelashes. He was like a lifeless porcelain doll. Gu Fei watched him in silence.
âFeige is lying to you.â Gu Fei lowered his head and gently kissed the young manâs long, well-proportioned fingers, his voice low with earnest devotion. âI donât want anyone but you.â
âSo, you canât abandon me either, understand?â
âLittle liar.â
There was a knock on the door.
Gu Fei composed himself. âCome in.â
Assistant Yang pushed the door open hesitantly. He came every day to report on work, but he still couldnât get used to the row of tall, burly bodyguards standing outside. They were enough to make a personâs legs go weak with fear.
No one would dare to break in.
He carefully observed his bossâs expression. âMaster Gu, these are the documents that need your review and signature today.â
âMm, leave them on the table.â
Assistant Yang placed the stack of documents he was holding onto the desk. These past few days, Master Gu had been in the hospital twenty-four hours a day, taking care of Young Master An without ever leaving his side. Naturally, his office had been moved here.
For their Master Gu, work was far less important than Young Master An.
Juggling work and caring for a patient, Master Gu had become haggard. He had lost weight, and dark circles had appeared under his eyes. Everyone at the company was praying for Young Master Anâs safe recovery, so Master Gu could return and take charge.
âMaster Gu, all other appointments have been canceled for you. There is an online meeting at three in the afternoon. Iâll notify you when itâs time.â
âMm.â
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