Shui Anluo paused and looked up at him in confusion.
Was that so?
However, there seemed to be no other way for them aside from taking that step.
Feng Feng now holds a special place in Qiao Yaruan’s heart. This had been the deciding factor and they had lost.
Chu Ningyi wiped the tears from her cheeks. “There’s no other choice.”
Shui Anluo teared up again. If they were to blame something, it would be the fact that they had found out about this too late.
Chu Ningyi held her close as he softly consoled her. “No one has ever blamed Qiao Yaruan but Feng Feng is different. He hates Qiao Yaruan but he had hated himself even more. Now, he has transferred all that self-hate to Qiao Yaruan. I’ll talk to him when we get back.”
‘He had hated himself?’
Shui Anluo looked up at Chu Ningyi, perplexed. Why did he hate himself?
Chu Ningyi held Shui Anluo and sat her down on a white bamboo chair, taking in the warm breeze around them. Chu Ningyi knelt in front of her and reached out to hold her hand. “He was the one who had carried out Qirou’s surgery.”
Chu Ningyi had spoken very softly but each word drummed heavily into Shui Anluo’s heart.
There was a sense of disbelief in Shui Anluo’s large eyes as she stared right at Chu Ningyi.
“Ten years ago, an almost twenty-years-old Feng Feng had been dubbed as a young miracle doctor by ‘A’ City, International bodies and many sources in the media. He was a child prodigy in medicine. Seven years ago, he had been the main surgeon when Qirou had been sent to the hospital.”
Shui Anluo shivered. “W-wasn’t he a miracle doctor?”
Chu Ningyi chuckled and continued to hold her hand as he stroked it gently. “When Qirou arrived at the hospital, she had already been declared dead by a doctor. However, he refused to concede and…”
He had carried out the surgery but An Qirou still lost her life. He had then naturally transferred this hatred onto the meddlesome little girl.
Shui Anluo smiled icily in her heart at the thought of this.
Chu Ningyi held her cold hand and softly said, “Now, he’s changed a lot.”
“He’s doing it for the sake of vengeance,” Shui Anluo said through gritted teeth.
“Even since then, he’s never touched a surgical knife. Every year, whenever he renewed his medical license for who knows what reason, he wouldn’t even look at it. However, he’s now gone back to teach in the university for Qiao Yaruan and he’s probably teaching medicine.”
“That’s just to make it easier for him to exact his revenge on Yaruan, right?” Shui Anluo icily cut Chu Ningyi off. She never had a good impression of Feng Feng from the very beginning so her sentiments have become even worse.
Chu Ningyi paused as if he was unsure how to retaliate against Shui Anluo’s words at this moment.
The pair did not speak and Shui Anluo looked down at the large, slender hand around her own. She was now holding happiness but what about Qiao Yaruan?
“Luoluo, if Old Fourth really plans to make Qiao Yaruan fall in love with him before dumping her, he’d have more than a hundred different ways to do it instead of touching an object that he had abstained from touching for the last seven years,” Chu Ningyi explained seriously.
Each time he encounters this kind of situation, he would dearly miss the oblivious, idiotic version of Shui Anluo. Otherwise, he would not need to explain these things.
As she would not have been able to perceive it.
Shui Anluo looked up and shifted her gaze from his hand to his face. He had spoken with such seriousness as if her suspicions were a type of offense.
“He’s different from Qiao Yaruan so we only have one way forward now. If we don’t move, we’ll encounter a 100% failure no matter which path we choose. This way, at least we’d have a 50% chance. Let this secret remain a secret.” Chu Ningyi reached out and combed his fingers through her hair which had been tousled by the breeze as he explained in a gentle voice.
