Daddy, Here Is Mommy

Lin Ange's long eyelashes blinked and her eyebrows raised slightly.    

"Aunt Huan, you called me. Is something the matter?"    

"Oh, I just wanted to ask. Do you know why Yun Xiao is rushing back to the city tonight? "    

"Gu Yunxiao?"    

Lin Ange thought for a while and said.    

"He told me that tonight was Auntie Du's coming of age ceremony for her friend's daughter."    

"A friend of Zhiwei?" "surname Dean?"    

Ye Qinghuan was startled and frowned. She tried hard to figure out who it was.    

The night wind blew gently, bringing with it a slight warmth.    

"He looks like Yuwen or something …"    

Lin Ange thought hard and said with uncertainty.    

"Yuwen?"    

Ye Qinghuan suddenly realized who she was talking about.    

Bai Zhi Wei did indeed have a good friend who was married to Yuwen Family, her name was Du Kou.    

However, this Du Kou had followed her husband to the Kingdom of F many years ago, so there was very little contact between them.    

Who would've thought that she would return?    

When did this happen?    

Logically speaking, she should have known.    

Could it be that he had been so focused on Lu Yiyao these past few days that he didn't pay attention to anything else.    

"Oh, I see. An Ge, are you busy? "    

"Mm, okay. "Aunt Huan, I'll hang up first then."    

Lin Ange was worried about Lu Yiyao, so she didn't continue chatting with her.    

"An Ge, you have to take care of your own rest as well. Don't get tired."    

A hint of concern appeared in Ye Qinghuan's eyes as she said lovingly.    

She truly liked Lin Ange from the bottom of her heart and almost doted on her as her own daughter.    

"Okay, Aunt Huan, you have to take good care of yourself too, don't worry. "Rest early."    

"Mm. Alright."    

After Ye Qinghuan finished speaking, the two hung up the phone.    

In the starry sky.    

It was so dark that not even a lonely remnant of a star could be seen.    

The air was stifling and heavy.    

Ye Qinghuan's heart suddenly felt as though it was being pricked by needles. Her temples throbbed twice as a slight pain appeared on her forehead.    

She had a faint bad feeling that something was going to happen tonight.    

He got up, went back to his room and took two sips of warm water.    

Lying on the bed, he read a Bible.    

The chaotic thoughts quieted down a little, but his uneasy heart was unable to calm down completely.    

"Tomorrow, I'll still go to the Phoenix Stage to take a look personally."    

Ye Qinghuan muttered to herself.    

After Lin Ange hung up the phone, she quickly walked towards the office's door. Seeing that the door to the office was still closed, he became even more anxious.    

It had been nearly two hours.    

Why isn't Lu Yiyao coming out yet?    

Her tight little face was covered with anxiety, and she was pacing back and forth in the doorway, her hands clasped together.    

From time to time, he would stop and lift his wrist to look at his watch.    

Drip, drip, drip.    

She had never felt the passage of time so slow that even the second hand seemed to stop moving.    

Every cell in his body tensed, and his heart hung high in his chest. It was as if a ball of fire was burning in his heart, burning with anxiety.    

At this moment, she wished that the one injured was herself.    

Time passed minute by minute, second by second, Lin Ange's back was so tight that it felt stiff. Beads of perspiration covered her forehead.    

"It's been so long, why isn't he coming out yet?"    

"No, I have to send him another message."    

Lin Ange stopped pacing back and forth and stood still. He took out his cell phone and typed out a single word. Then, the office door quickly opened.    

"Lu Yiyao …"    

"Madam, quick, send the CEO to the ward."    

Before she could see Lu Yiyao's situation clearly, she heard Ding Mo's hurried and slightly frantic voice.    

"Alright."    

She agreed without thinking. Lowering his eyes, he looked down.    

Only now did he realize that Lu Yiyao, who was leaning on the wheelchair, had his eyes slightly closed. His face was pale, and his cold lips had lost their color, almost reaching his skin color.    

His left hand was tightly clutching the wound on his left abdomen, and his heart was heaving slightly.    

His breathing was weak.    

"Lu Yiyao …"    

Lin Ange grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair and ran to the ward.    

Her clear eyes quickly condensed into a large ball of mist, wrapping around those black and bright pupils. Her beautiful face was covered with endless love and nervousness.    

"Lu Yiyao, hold on a little longer, we're almost to the ward."    

As she walked, she would turn her head to Lu Yiyao from time to time.    

Suddenly, a slender hand was placed on the back of her hand which was holding the armrest of the wheelchair. His palm was as cold as water and as cold as ice.    

"Little girl, it's fine."    

Lin Ange's heart trembled as she heard a low and cold voice piercing her ears. He bent over, lowered his head, and watched him as he walked.    

He pulled at his heavy eyelids with great difficulty. His dark, narrow eyes were half-closed. His sharp lips were slightly pursed, and even the tip of his eyebrows had a curve to them.    

He smiled.    

There was a hint of desolation in the smile.    

Lin Ange's heart ached even more. The mist in her eyes condensed into a pearl and dripped onto the back of his hand, where veins were popping out.    

The warm tears fell on the back of his hand and on his heart. He pursed his lips and spoke again, his voice more husky than before.    

"Little girl, don't cry. "I'm fine."    

"Yes."    

Lin Ange bit her lips and endured the endless love in her heart. She tried her best to return a faint smile to him.    

"Lu Yiyao, don't worry. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side. "    

"Alright."    

Lu Yiyao pursed his lips and closed his eyes again. The thick, pitch-black eyelashes covered the unfathomable depths of his black pupils, casting a deep shadow upon them.    

A hint of loneliness could be seen on his grave face.    

Gu Nianshi and Lu Yi were already waiting in the ward.    

Lu Yiyao was carried to the bed, where Lin Ange helped him take off his black suit jacket.    

He pulled open his hand that was covering the wound. The palm of his hand was blood-red.    

Lin Ange's eyes were strongly stimulated by the fiendish red, and her tense body unknowingly swayed a few times. He felt nauseous.    

She forced herself to hold on.    

The wound bled again, which was not a good sign.    

"An Ge, wait for us on the side first. We'll deal with it immediately."    

Gu Nianshi quickly gave the order.    

"Alright."    

Ding Mo immediately answered and turned his head towards the pale Lin Ange.    

"Madam, let's go over there and wait."    

"…"    

The tip of Lin Ange's nose reddened. Looking at the bloodstains on Lu Yiyao's shirt, her heart ached and the nausea in her stomach rose up one after another. His legs were as heavy as lead and he couldn't move his feet no matter how hard he tried.    

"Madam …"    

Ding Mo reminded him in a low voice again.    

"Let's go over there and wait. Don't stop Doctor Gu."    

Lin Ange then wiped the corner of her eyes, pursed her lips, and walked towards the sofa in the ward with a pale face.    

Gu Nianshi directly cut open Lu Yiyao's shirt with his scissors. The white bandage was already completely dyed red with blood, and blood was still constantly seeping out.    

He didn't even need to remove the bandage to know that the wound had already been torn open.    

"Junior Martial Uncle …"    

When his assistant, Lu Yi, saw this situation, he could not help but become nervous. Ye Zichen turned around and said worriedly to Gu Nianshi.