Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Nan Zhi stared at this face in disbelief under the moonlight. Although his facial features changed a little, his gaze when he looked at her was still the same.
It was clear and gentle.
He blinked at her as he said with his slightly pale lips, “Little Flower, don’t be afraid.”
Nan Zhi’s heart almost jumped out of her chest the moment he collapsed.
“Brother Gu Sheng…” Nan Zhi forced herself to calm down. She said to the distraught Auntie He, “You look after Brother Gu Sheng here. I’ll drive to get help.”
With a heinous rip, she tore off a piece of cloth from her shirt and tied it over Gu Zheng’s wound tightly, binding it, before she ran back to drive the car.
…
In the manor.
The atmosphere in the living room was completely frozen.
Mu Sihan had gone ballistic since he had still not been able to get news about Nan Zhi. The room was in chaos and he kicked the coffee table while his face turned extremely dark. “Yi Fan is not back yet?”
The maid nodded in fear. “Y-Yes.”
Mu Sihan’s straight eyebrows furrowed together tightly. He walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window and took out his phone to call Nan Zhi again.
All that greeted him was the automated voice stating that the phone was turned off.
Where did that damned woman go?
She could have just told him if she did not want to eat with him. What was she playing at, disappearing without a trace?
He would definitely punch her to death when he found her!
Mu Sihan clenched his hands into tight fists, the sound of his knuckles cracking was crisp in the silent room.
After another five minutes, Mu Sihan punched the floor-to-ceiling window and growled, “Call Yi Fan and ask him how his investigations are going.”
The maid was about to make the call when the sound of an engine could be heard from outside the mansion.
“Young Master, that should be Butler Yi.”
Yi Fan rushed into the living room in a hurry. He stopped in front of Mu Sihan, whose face was tense and cold, as his eyes scanned the mess on the floor. Bowing slightly, his voice was respectful, “Young master, I went to investigate the police’s CCTV recordings. Miss Nan drove towards Wind Town.”
Mu Sihan pursed his scarlet lips tightly and his eyes pierced Fi Yan in speculation. “Wind Town?”
Yi Fan felt his scalp tingle when Mu Sihan glanced at him in that manner. He forced himself to be calm as he explained, “Yes, I already got someone to investigate the CCTVs in Wind Town. Young master, are you going to wait for news or are you going there directly?”
Mu Sihan narrowed his deep black eyes and his sharp facial features stiffened, making him tensed look cold, sexy and dangerous.
He spat out coldly a few seconds later, “Prepare the car.”
…
Nan Zhi drove Gu Sheng in a mad rush to the town’s hospital.
The journey to the city was too far, she was afraid that the venom would spread within Gu Sheng and that it would be too late to save him, even if a miracle doctor was present. Instead, she had taken him to Wind Town as it was closer.
The doctor cleaned Gu Sheng’s wound and injected an anti-venom serum, before he settled him in a hospital ward.
However, he was still unconscious and had gotten a high fever.
Nan Zhi stood by his bed. She was worried and helpless as she watched the cold sweat drip down his forehead, seeing his lips turn a frightening shade of purple.
The doctor had said that there would not be too much problems after injecting the serum…
“Brother Gu Sheng, can you hear me?” Nan Zhi wiped the sweat on his forehead and face with a damp towel. “Brother Gu Sheng, wake up!”
Her voice was very soft and trembling terribly.
She did not think that he would appear tonight and be bitten by a snake while protecting her.
Gu Sheng heard Nan Zhi’s words. However, his mind was still a blur. His eyelids were also very heavy and he found it hard to open his eyes.
“Little Flower…” he murmured in a weak voice. “I’m alright. Don’t worry…”
Nan Zhi sniffled, holding back the tears threatening to come out. “Brother Gu Sheng, I’ll get the doctor to prepare an ambulance. Let’s go to the big hospital in the city…”
Nan Zhi was turning to leave when her thin wrist was grabbed by his uninjured hand. The scorching temperature of his hand pressed against her skin. “Don’t go…”
