Chapter 48
In fact, he was only stunned for a few seconds.
He reached out and took the motion sickness pill, swallowing it whole.
He wanted to call Jiang Yu.
But when his finger tapped her name, he suddenly realized she could no longer answer his call.
So he called his dad, asking him to go check on Jiang Yu in her hospital room.
He remembered that he had sensed something before. That feeling of helplessness made him anxious for no reason.
But as hurried footsteps approached, he didn’t hear anyone speak-only a loud bang as his father’s phone seemed to fall to the ground.
The surroundings grew noisy, the sound of carts sliding across the floor, many people gathering, and the faint word “rescue” could be heard.
At that moment, he seemed to realize something, even his breathing became quiet.
But he didn’t dare think about it in detail.
The scenery outside kept retreating, and in his confusion, he found himself praying that if there really were gods, could they please save her?
He urged the driver, “Can you go any faster?”
“We’re already speeding, President He.”
The driver’s voice, mixed with the sound from the phone, reached his ear.
“Sorry, we’ve done our best.”
The car stopped. He pushed open the door, but felt he couldn’t stand; his legs gave way and he knelt on the ground.
His stomach churned, he closed his eyes and vomited.
His father, shocked, had a heart attack. When he arrived at the hospital, his father had just come out of surgery and hadn’t woken up yet.
He went to see Jiang Yu.
He prepared himself mentally many times outside the hospital room before finally having the courage to push open the door and walk in.
There were quite a few people gathered around her hospital bed, crying.
The only one with a calm expression was Fu Ziyi, standing silently at the foot of the bed.
The little tabby cat that used to huff at him was quietly nestled in Fu Ziyi’s arms, its clear eyes peering at the bed, but Fu Ziyi held it back from running around.
Suddenly, he became calm.
The tears here all felt too fake.
So he didn’t cry, nor did he act heartbroken.
Only when handling the aftermath did he ask Fu Ziyi, “Will you take care of it, or should I?”
It was one of the few times in recent years that the two of them could sit down and talk properly.
But Fu Ziyi looked at her for a long time before quietly saying, “You do it.”
He was busy all day, preparing for the funeral.
During that time, his dad woke up. The first thing he asked was, “Is Xiao Yu okay?”
His eyes were so full of hope that no one could bear to tell him the truth.
In the end, it was He Wei who spoke, as if pronouncing a sentence: “She’s dead. The body is still in the hospital room.”
His father’s eyes instantly dimmed.
He Wei supported him to the hospital room. His father looked at the cold body-such an old man, and suddenly he cried.
“She must still blame me. She wouldn’t say a word to me, even at the end.”
And He Wei stood there, not knowing what he was thinking.