Chapter 15: Nothing to Do with Li Mingye

The large truck turned its wheel just in time, narrowly avoiding Zhang Xiluo’s car. She remained oblivious, sitting there in a daze, her entire body trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.

Someone banged hard on her window. “What are you doing? Drive!”

“Get out!”

A crimson haze clouded Zhang Xiluo’s vision. Despair surged over her like a tide—her breath came in short gasps, chest tight and aching, the world spinning around her. In a blur, she saw Li Mingye’s face.

“Zhang Xiluo, do you have a death wish?!”

“Li Mingye, you finally turned to look at me…” The sight of him made her taut nerves unravel, and she fainted on the spot.

Zhang Xiluo was taken to the hospital, where she slept for a long time. When she finally awoke, she saw Jiang Xueting dozing off at her bedside.

“Luoluo, you scared me half to death.” Jiang Xueting woke instantly. “I thought you were going to die.”

She got up and leaned in close, her face full of gossip. “What happened between you and that bastard?”

“Nothing.” Zhang Xiluo was groggy, her memory hazy.

Jiang Xueting pouted. “It better be nothing.”

“At first, I thought he’d changed—he brought you to the hospital. When you were unconscious, he actually looked worried. But the moment he got a call from some woman, his true colors showed. He rushed out in a hurry.”

“Why don’t you go home and rest?” Zhang Xiluo didn’t want to hear any more about Li Mingye and cut her off.

“I didn’t tell your mom anything. I said you were with us. Xu Xinyi’s out of town for training, so she asked me to take good care of you.”

“I’m a little hungry,” Zhang Xiluo’s stomach rumbled. “I want something to eat.”

“All right, I’ll go get you some food right now.” Jiang Xueting bustled out, and before long, the door to the ward opened.

Lin Yiming walked in, carrying a thermal food container. “Sis, are you feeling better?”

“I’m fine now. What brings you here?” Zhang Xiluo was a little surprised; she hadn’t expected Lin Yiming to come.

“I brought you something to eat. The millet porridge from our cafeteria is really good.” Warm and considerate, Lin Yiming ladled out a bowl for her. “You shouldn’t eat greasy food when you’re sick—porridge is better.”

Zhang Xiluo took it and sipped. “This porridge is really nice.”

“Sis, I recognize the man who picked you up earlier. He’s the one who hit Yao Yao.” Lin Yiming had witnessed everything; he’d wanted to help, but Li Mingye got there first.

“He’s my husband.” Zhang Xiluo didn’t hide it—he’d find out sooner or later.

Lin Yiming was startled, words catching in his throat.

“Luoluo, have some porridge—it’s good for you.” Jiang Xueting returned with more porridge, then froze in place. “Where did this handsome guy come from, Luoluo? Sneaking a treat without sharing the goods?”

Hearing Jiang Xueting’s jest, Lin Yiming’s face flushed scarlet. He scrambled to his feet and greeted her awkwardly.

“Love porridge, is it?” Jiang Xueting teased, winking at Zhang Xiluo.

“Enough, take him home for me. I want some peace and quiet—don’t come back and disturb me.”

“You’ll be all right on your own?”

Seeing Zhang Xiluo nod, Jiang Xueting grabbed Lin Yiming and left. Lin Yiming, confused, barely managed to say goodbye.

Zhang Xiluo wondered what Lin Yiming had wanted to say to her—she’d have to ask him later. Perhaps it was because she’d slept so long, but now she couldn’t fall back asleep, tossing and turning restlessly.

She put on her coat and went for a walk in the corridor. She overheard a few nurses whispering—some man surnamed Li was incredibly handsome and would be arriving soon.

Her first thought was of Li Mingye, but then she dismissed it as impossible.

When she returned to her room, the door was open and someone was moving inside.

Had Li Mingye really come?