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I slept in the room arranged by the butler, and when I woke up, I saw Liang Yin passing by. She looked to be younger than me, but she was much stronger and independent than me.

That was something I learned after I left the country.

She must have regarded my arrival as an unforeseen calamity with Anfang, and just like that, things went out of control.

I think she always does.

I waved him in.

When she came in, she was clenching her fists, and the housekeeper at the door, who was in charge of guarding me, seemed a little worried and tried to stop her.

"Let her in."

When I opened my mouth, this commanding tone of voice unknowingly blurted out. I was in a daze. I guessed that it was a habit.

Every single place Mu Huainan was in, I was subconsciously acting so presumptuously.

Liang Yin looked as if she wanted to cause trouble for me. All the butler would be worried, but I wasn't afraid at all, because I was certain that she wouldn't do that.

Since she was able to stay by Mu Huainan's side for so long, it definitely wasn't because she was beautiful.

That was because she knew how to guess Mu Huainan's heart.

That old fox, anyone who could stay by their side would know of this.

Since she understood Mu Huainan's heart, then she should know, that if she was able to point a gun at me, she wouldn't dare to move, and wouldn't be able to move.

Liang Yin stood in front of me and looked at me coldly.

"Where's Peng Haobai?"

I asked her bluntly.

"The side room."

Her answer was sloppy, but fortunately she didn't hide it from me.

I'm worried.

"Is he all right?"

Liang Yin's mouth was extremely venomous: "It was all thanks to him that I survived."

I really wanted to go and see Peng Haobai. I lowered my head and rubbed the ring on my finger, but I understood that the most important thing right now was to not look for him.

Not looking for him was the best way to protect him.

I sighed and looked up.

"Where's Mu Huainan?"

As if the moment Mu Huainan's name was mentioned, Liang Yin quickly raised her vigilance, looking as though she was on guard.

Some people, I have to admit, have things like a poison that grows in the bones and flows with the blood.

I can't forget about Mu Huainan, and I can't avoid him, much less face him.

This is my greatest torment.

Life and death, going back and forth, repeating everything that hurt the most.

I put on a coat and went into Mu Huainan's room.

Liang Yin brought me, but I'm not too familiar with An Fang. This place is incredibly big, and the decorations are very ancient as well. It's so complicated that I don't even know the east, south, east, and west.

After walking around, I entered Mu Huainan's house.

It was very different from what I had imagined.

I've met the serious workaholic Mu Huainan. But he had never seen Mu Huainan resting in a room that was similar to a house.

Was he getting old, or was this still just one of his complex, ever-changing forms?

There were a few pots of flowers and plants on the windowsill, and the room was dark and simple, with a table and a bed, and nothing else.

I rarely saw Mu Huainan able to stay in a place without a computer and company documents for more than two hours.

closed the bedroom door behind him as I slowly walked over.

It was the first time in seven years that he and I had faced each other so calmly.

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, saying nothing.

His eyes were closed and his left ear was covered with a thick layer of gauze. He reached out and fumbled around the edge of the bed.

I did not avoid it.

His hands were as cold as ever, as dead.

What was different was that his face was now as pale as a dead man's.

I would sometimes think that it would be great if he died just like that, so that I could live a good life. Peng Haobai wouldn't be involved because of me, and he could also leave the orphanage and live with me.

Everything will be quiet.

With that in mind, I squeezed his hand, and gradually exerted strength, wishing that I could wrench out his hand.

I exerted all my strength until my veins bulged. His fingertips turned white, but his face remained expressionless. He didn't even bother to let go of me.

The smell of the medicine in the room had not disappeared. The pungent smell of the herbs and the light and elegant incense had turned into a strange smell. It was not good, but it also did not smell bad.

He suddenly laughed.

He tugged on my arm.

I knew what he was trying to do. He might have been sick, but he was too weak, so he just pulled at me, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

He suddenly called out to me, "An'an."

I felt a pang in my heart.

I looked at him and begged him, "Mu Huainan, let me go, alright? Was the child seven years ago not enough to repay his debt? Why, why did he still hold onto me and not let me go?"

He was still smiling.

"You found it yourself."

I almost forgot that everything the old fox did, he never revealed anything.

"Didn't you capture Peng Haobai just for me to appear?"

He shook his head slowly.

"I caught Peng Haobai only because his grandfather blew up my company. Old man Peng destroyed my favorite car, so I want his grandson's life. "

He pulls my hand again, toward his chest.

I didn't move.

"An An, come here."

He laughed and sighed, "If you want Peng Haobai to live, then you should listen to me obediently."

My heart sank. "You're threatening me?!"

"No, I just want you to know what you're supposed to do."

Finally, I let go of all defenses and was pulled into his arms. This embrace had been separated for many years, distant and unfamiliar.

He's still him, and I'm still me.

Only, we are no longer us.

I raised my eyes and waved the ring on my ring finger.

"I'm going to marry Peng Haobai."

I felt his arms tighten around my shoulders, his palms trembling.

He spoke slowly.

"Come to bed."

He moved back a little, but he didn't let go of my hand, so I had to take off my shoes and climb into bed, curled up in his arms.

I reminded him again.

"I'm getting married."

He didn't say anything, just held me like this, his chin on the top of my head, his head bowed, breathing in the smell of my hair.

"Uncle Huainan."

As I was hugged by him like this, my entire body unconsciously softened. I originally thought that I wouldn't be able to call out this name again.

He made a soft "En" sound.

You took half of Peng Haobai's life away, so it can be considered as you taking care of those few luxurious cars of yours. Your grudge with him should end here, alright?

Mu Huainan patted my back, one after another, until it became warm and soft.

This was how it was in the past. Every time I caused a ruckus, no one could stop me. There was nothing they could do to calm me down.

Every time he did that, he would take me in his arms and pat the back of my hand and whisper in my ear.

"An An, be good."

But this time he was holding me, sick and weak, and he smelled of medicine from foot to foot.

However, when he opened his mouth, there was no need to question his ferocity.

He said, "No."

I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Seven years ago, you and I had nothing to do with each other."

And now, what right do you have to control me like that?

He said, "Anthea, you won't be able to escape."

Then he began kissing me fiercely, from head to toe, and I struggled and tore at him to get to him, but that man was not afraid of anything, and if he wanted to kiss me, no one could stop him.

I saw the gauze on his ears begin to bleed, but it didn't make me give up. I looked at the spreading redness and couldn't help but give up.

"Mu Huainan." I collapsed into his arms. "I can't go back," I said.

"Wake up Mu Huainan, you and I were both finished seven years ago."

At this moment, his domineering attitude suddenly stopped.

He slowly moved away from me, blood seeping out of the gauze and spilling onto his face, fainting at the corners of his eyes.

Mu Huainan cried.

The man who was still in the yard during the day was suddenly so fragile that I could not withstand a single blow. From his eyes, I could see the sadness in his eyes.

"An'an."

He still called me that, his voice hoarse and anxious.

"I won't allow you to marry Peng Haobai."

"I'm not," I told him firmly.

In the next second, that face, which countless people had revered, suddenly froze. The space between his eyebrows suddenly tightened up, and his body began to tremble.

Mu Huainan's heart attack!

"Uncle Huainan!" I screamed and jumped out of bed. "Where did you put the medicine?!"

"... Slap... the drawer... "

He spoke with difficulty, one hand on the edge of the bed, searching for something, calling to me.

"An'an …"

He seemed to be in a coma, a half-asleep state. I quickly rummaged through the drawers of the room until I found his medicine bottle.

Almost at the edge of the bed, I grabbed his hand. At that moment, the frown on his forehead finally relaxed.

I fed him two pills.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

It was Fu Chen.

He was also Mu Huainan's private doctor, and the injury to his ear just now was treated by him.

He pushed the door open and looked surprised to see me.

But when he saw the dying man on the bed, he sighed and didn't seem surprised anymore.

"I knew it. Who could have injured Mu Huainan to such an extent? So it turns out that you've returned. "

I stood by the bed with my head lowered, politely calling out to him: "Uncle Fu Chen."

He walked over and checked his body skillfully. He changed the medicine and applied it in one go. While I was busy, I spoke to me in a seemingly relaxed manner.

"Don't be so angry at him in the future. Your Uncle Huainan isn't the same as before.

My heart sank.

"There won't be a next time."

"Hai." Fu Chen sighed: "I don't care what are you two messing around for, since I'm trying my best to treat him, even if I can't, there's nothing I can do about it."

Fu Chen was like an old man, he did not care about the life and death knowledge anymore.

"What's the matter with him?"

He was full of energy when he put me on the operating table seven years ago.

"I could have lived for a few more years, but if you keep going like this, I reckon you won't be able to survive until the end of this year."

I frowned. "Is there no way to save him?"

"Yes." Fu Chen had already changed the gauze on Mu Huainan's body and stood up: "He needs an operation, but even if I do it myself, the success rate will be no more than 50%. The remaining half of the success rate is 50%, and after changing his heart, he will sleep on the operation table, and will never wake up again."

I was confused.

"That's enough, stop watching him. It'll make him more excited."

As Fu Chen put away the medicinal case, he complained, "When you were not here, his condition was very stable. There is nothing in this world that could cause his emotions to fluctuate, he hasn't been sick for a long time." He stepped onto the medicine box and continued, "I felt comfortable when he wasn't sick, but now that you've come back, you're shot and you're sick."