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The sight of Ye Wen slowly losing his life in front of her.

He had had thrombocytopenia and was still recovering from it.

Not long ago, he almost drained all the blood in his body for his brother.

Another second of hesitation and Nightmare would have died.

Yin Ha, Ye Wen.

Ye Xiu had said it himself. He had offered himself as a sacrifice.

But Ye was too tired to live, and Yin Ha would not come back to life.

The pain in his heart spread throughout his entire body, even to the point where his fingertips were in extreme pain.

Seeing Ye Wu Chen die of fatigue should be the happiest time of her life.

However, at this moment, she didn't feel like what she was feeling right now was happiness.

Nighteyes lay still in front of her, his blood running in a river.

The red touch caused her eyes to feel pain. Pei Qingcheng pounced forward and pressed her hands tightly against her bloody wound. The fruit knife in his chest had cut open the back of her hand, yet she didn't feel any pain at all.

"Fatigue Ye!" When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and shaky as she carefully called out to him.

But he was indifferent, his body cold, his eyes closed.

Could he be dead?

She held onto his wound with one hand while the other hand searched for her mobile phone in his pocket, but there was nothing in his pocket.

Panic, fear, loss of control.

Looking at her face that was as white as a piece of marble, Pei Qingcheng's heart sank.

A sense of despair rose from somewhere in his body.

It was actually a little similar to the moment Yin Ha died.

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably. It took her a moment to remember that her phone was in her bag. She opened her bag and rummaged through it, but she was unable to find it after a long time.

He turned the whole bag upside down, dumped all the things in it on the floor and found her phone in a messy pile.

Ding Han's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even press the button on the screen. Only after pressing it several times did he manage to press Ding Han's button.

"Ding, Ding Te, come to Lan Yuan, bring someone with you, get a doctor, quick, quick."

After saying that, he no longer had any strength left in him.

The phone fell to the ground and the screen was smashed into smithereens.

It was as if at this moment, her heart couldn't even hold up her broken heart.

She didn't understand. She hated her cowardice after all. When she had the chance to take revenge for Yin He, she became timid again.

Or, seeing Ye Wen lying lifelessly in front of her, the fear in her heart grew greater than the hatred she felt for him.

She didn't know, she really didn't know.

She slowly moved towards him and continued to press down on his chest with her hands.

The blood on her hands and the blood on her chest had mixed.

Ding Han and his bodyguards quickly arrived.

When Ding Han saw this sight, he was so scared that his soul nearly flew out of his body.

Master was lying on the ground, his blood was red, his clothes were black, and his face was white.

Ding Han felt that he would never be able to forget the impact these three colors combined to give him.

There was also his wife, lying on his chest, her hands clutching his bleeding chest, her pale coat stained with his blood.

Ding Han said hoarsely, "Drive the car over here and take this grandpa to the nearest hospital!"

The bodyguards carefully lifted her up, making her look like a zombie.

Ding Han waited for the bodyguards to carry Ye Mo into the car before turning his head to look at Pei Qingcheng, who was still sitting on the ground. He sighed and went over to help her up.

"Housekeeper Hu." He said to Housekeeper Hu, who was standing foolishly by the side, "Take your wife back to her room and cook something hot to keep out the cold."

"Oh, yes, yes." Butler Hu replied.

Pei Qingcheng suddenly raised her head and stared into Ding Han's eyes, "I'm going to the hospital as well."

"Madam, you." Ding Han was about to say something, but the words had already rolled in his throat, causing him to be unable to say anything at all.

Everyone knew how I got hurt.

Since the appearance of my wife, I've been injured again and again.

As long as he doesn't want to, no one can hurt me!

However, after meeting his wife, injuries seemed to become commonplace.

Ding Han let out another long sigh, "Alright then!"

He held Pei Qingcheng's arm and walked her to the car. Then he turned around and said to Housekeeper Hu, "Let's get the lady's clothes changed later. We'll go to the hospital first."

After which, Pei Qingcheng got into the car.

This was a very spacious RV. Ye Wen was lying with his eyes tightly closed, his chest was not moving up and down, and he looked as if he was dead.

Ding Han's fingers and hair trembled under his tired nose and breath. They were very, very weak.

One of the bodyguards was on the verge of tears as he asked Ding Han in a sobbing tone, "Ding Te, do you want me to call Mr. and Mrs. Ye?"

Ding Han hesitated as he looked at Pei Qingcheng.

Her face was drained of color, and the ends of her long hair were stained with blood.

His black hair made his face seem even whiter, and his eyes even darker. He looked like a puppet that had lost its life.

Ding Han gritted his teeth and nodded, "Fight, don't say things too seriously."

If he didn't inform Mr. and Mrs. Ye, he wouldn't be able to explain himself to them if anything happened to him.

However, according to what he said, once Mister Ye and Madam Ye arrived at the hospital, Pei Qingcheng would be in for a lot of trouble.

Ding Han could not help but sigh heavily.

Zhuang Shengxiao's dream was in the outskirts of the city. Even the nearest hospital would need at least 20 minutes to get there.

As Ye Wen laid there, his face became paler and paler. It was quiet without any hint of aggression, as if he was not the overlord of Mo City but an ordinary man who had been hurt by his beloved wife.

Pei Qingcheng leaned against the window, as the car was filled with the smell of blood. Ding Han seemed to know some medical skills, as he tightly held onto Ye Xiu's chest and did not let the blood flow.

They finally arrived at the hospital. As soon as the door opened, the doctors and nurses pushed Nightingale onto the bed and rushed into the hospital.

Pei Qingcheng followed closely behind as she watched Ye Wen being pushed into the emergency room.

Last time, she hadn't even come to the hospital to look at him since she injured him.

She was busy with Yinha's funeral and burying herself in pain.

At that time, all he wished for was for Ye Xiu to die immediately.

Today, she had once again hurt Ye Wen's sleepiness, but at this moment, she no longer had the same hatred from two years ago.

There was a deep sense of loss and fear.

When Ye Wen entered the emergency room, Sister Hua also brought Pei Qingcheng's clothes. Ding Han hugged the clothes and said to Pei Qingcheng, "Madam, please change your clothes. Madam Ye and Mr. Ye will be here soon."

Pei Qingcheng lowered her head to look at her body covered in blood, and dumbly stretched her hands out to grab the clothes in Ding Han's hands.

Sister Hua helped Pei Qingcheng into a room to change her clothes, from the inside to the outside, including her shoes and her scarf.

Sister Hua seemed to be crying, but she was still crying.

Pei Qingcheng changed into a fresh set of clothes and looked at the young mistress, "Are you crying because you are afraid that Ye Xiwen will tire you to death, or because you are afraid that Lady Ye and Mr. Ye will scold you back and forth?"

Sister Hua wiped her tears. "My wife, even if the whole world hates him, you can't."

She did not answer Pei Qingcheng's question, as though she was not answering the truth.

After she finished speaking, she took the clothes that Pei Qingcheng had taken off, opened the door and walked out.

Pei Qingcheng clenched her hands into a fist.

She did not understand what Big Sister Hua meant by that.

Why did Sister Hua say that she could not hate Ye Xiu to the point of tiredness?

Wasn't she the most qualified person to hate Ye Xiu in this world?

Just as Pei Qingcheng was about to walk out from her room, she heard a ruckus in the corridor outside.

She pushed the door open a crack and saw that Mr. and Mrs. Ye had already arrived. Beside Mrs. Ye was Shen Qianlong, supporting her with reddened eyes.

Madam Ye's voice trembled as she asked Ding Han, "What happened? "Why did a few of them end up like this?"

Pei Qingcheng tightly gripped onto the door handle as she knew that she would not be able to escape this calamity.

In addition, she was indeed the one who had hurt Nightingale. She had never thought about avoiding responsibility for anything that she had done.

She would do whatever it took to kill or cut him.

She was about to open the door and walk out when she suddenly heard a loud sound. Ding Han kneeling down in front of Mister Ye and Madam Ye, startling Pei Qingcheng.

Ding Han raised his hand and slapped himself hard, crying as he said, "Madam, Mister, it's my fault that I deserve to die ten thousand deaths, it's all my fault."

His action startled Madam Ye and the others. Madam Ye choked with sobs and asked sternly, "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

"It's like this." Ding Han cried as he said, "Today I finished peeling the fruit for me, so I placed the fruit knife on the tea table. Some apple skin was a little slippery, and when I walked to the tea table, I stepped on the apple skin, and just happened to fall onto the fruit knife on the tea table, so I …"

Ding Han's tears could not be stopped. His shoulders were heaving and he was crying sorrowfully.

Pei Qingcheng stood behind the door, her mind was in a mess.

Ding Han was lying, it was clearly because of her knife, what fruit peeling, what apple peels?

Was Ding Han helping her take the blame?

No, no, this had nothing to do with Ding Han!

Just as Pei Qingcheng was about to leave, Sister Hua suddenly caught her arm. Sister Hua's strength was so great that it almost hurt her.

Sister Hua shot a glance at Pei Qingcheng with her eyes filled with a myriad of meanings. Before Pei Qingcheng could understand what was going on, she pulled her along and walked in front of Madam Ye, "Madam."

Madam Ye was still in shock, she looked at Pei Qingcheng and asked in disbelief, "What did you say? How old are you now? Do you think he might have died on a pile of apple peel?"

"It's all our fault that we didn't take proper care of him!" Ding Han burst into tears, and his face flushed red.

"Ding De." It was as though something blocked her throat. She really did not need Ding Han's help to take the blame. She would definitely admit that she was the one who did it.

"Madam, madam." Ding Han stopped Pei Qingcheng from speaking and walked in front of her, slapping himself a few times, "Madam, I was the one who accidentally hurt you, it's me!"

He emphasized the words' I ', forcefully resisting the words that Pei Qingcheng wanted to say.

Ding Han always had his reasons for doing things, and he definitely had his reasons for doing so.

Looking at Ding Han's bloodshot eyes, it was as though he was saying something to Pei Qingcheng.

She held back the words she was about to say.

It was not that she was afraid to say it, but she did not know what Ding Han was up to.

Madam Ye and Mr. Ye asked a few more questions, and the flower sister and Ding Han said the same thing without leaking any information.

On the other side, Mr. Ye's assistant might have sent someone to the manor and reported to Mr. Ye in a low voice.

"The glass coffee table in the living room is broken. It's all blood. There's a pile of apple peel on the floor."

Mr. and Mrs. Ye slumped on the bench, their faces dark.

His family had set up the crime scene for him and he didn't know when they had done it.