CEO's Beloved Sweetheart

4With just a glance, both of their breaths almost stopped. Su Heng spoke in a frightened manner: "What's going on? What are you still standing there for? Call an ambulance!"    4

    

Hee Yuanze, on the other hand, rushed forward and pushed Wang Ziyue away. He carried Han Zhiyu and rushed out of the door.    

    

Blood was still flowing out from Han Zhiyu's fair legs. It was shocking to see it along the way.    

    

She came back to her senses. Wang Ziyue followed him while crying.    

    

Su Heng stayed behind to disperse the onlookers and called Lu Yiran.    

    

However, no one answered the call. He was so anxious that he almost cursed, "What is this Lu Yiran doing?"    

    

He knew very well how important Han Zhiyu was to Lu Yiran. If something really happened to her right under his nose, Lu Yiran would definitely skin him alive.    

    

He did not dare to delay any longer. He immediately called out all the waiter in the room and interrogated them one by one. Finally, one of the waiters replied timidly, "I saw Mr. Lu take a look at his phone before, and then went up to the second floor in a hurry. "    

    

"The second floor?" Su Heng asked doubtfully and went up alone.    

    

When he found the room at the end of the corridor, Su Heng frowned.    

    

This room usually did not have anyone staying in it. It was just a miscellaneous room. Why would Lu Yiran come here for no reason?    

    

He gently pushed open the door. A cold fragrance floated in front of him. It was rich and strong.    

    

He subconsciously covered his nose and only then did he realize that Lu Yiran and Ai Shiqi were lying inside. The two of them were closely together. "You. . . " Su Heng was stunned on the spot.    

    

Suddenly, there was a strange sound in the dark of the room. Su Heng's eyes immediately turned around. "Who, who is there?"    

    

A black shadow quickly dashed out. Before Su Heng could chase after him, he watched him jump down from the window on the second floor.    

    

Su Heng immediately took out his phone and ordered urgently, "Someone just escaped from the window on the second floor. We must catch him and bring him back. "    

    

After giving instructions, he went back to the two people close to him and pulled Ai Shiqi up.    

    

There was a trace of clarity in Ai Shiqi's eyes. After she opened her eyes and tried to see the person in front of her clearly, she said, "The smell of the room. . . Medicine. . . "    

    

Then she fell unconscious.    

    

She looked at the two people in front of her. Su Heng's face, which had always been frivolous, turned gloomy.    

    

In the big national hospital of M City.    

    

In the quiet ward that was suffocating, the drip was dripping down from the pipe, and the liquid was being injected into the body of the person lying on the snow-white sickbed.    

    

There was no blood on his face, and he was lying there with a pale face and no breath.    

    

It had been raining for the whole night, and the person who had not woken up for the entire night.    

    

Rumble. . .    

    

Suddenly, thunder and lightning tore through the gloomy sky, bringing along a ray of light as well as a deafening sound.    

    

"Ah - -"    

    

The person who was lying quietly on the bed suddenly woke up from his sleep after being struck by lightning.    

    

"Oh - -"    

    

Her small movements affected her wound, and the pain quickly woke up her chaotic consciousness.    

    

Her vision was filled with white, and her brain slowly operated, realizing that she was in the hospital.    

    

Suddenly, a figure quickly rushed to her bed, "Zhiyu, you finally woke up. I thought you would never wake up again. "    

    

Han Zhiyu opened her misty eyes and looked over. She saw Wang Ziyue crying with swollen eyes.    

    

Some fragments gradually entered her brain.    

    

She and Wang Ziyue were drinking at the banquet and then her stomach started to hurt.    

    

Then she texted Lu Yiran and made a call.    

    

Then, she felt more and more pain, and blood flowed out from between her legs.    

    

Han Zhiyu's face turned pale and her pupils suddenly contracted. She grabbed Wang Ziyue's hand and asked, "Where is the baby? The baby is still there, right?"    

    

Even though the emotional fluctuation was huge, the sound coming from her throat was extremely weak. If it was not for the fact that the ward was quiet enough, this kind of sound would not have entered her ears. . .    

    

Wang Ziyue's teary eyes avoided it, and there was deep sorrow hidden within.    

    

"Ziyue, tell me, is my baby still there?"    

    

Seeing that the other party did not speak, Han Zhiyu's eyes widened and her voice was already trembling. From the expression on her face, she could smell a wave of uneasiness that made her heart tremble.    

    

Her hands struggled to support herself and pretended to want to sit up from the bed.    

    

At this moment, a palm stretched out from the side and pressed on her shoulder at the right time. Then, a gentle voice transmitted over: "Zhiyu, your body is still too weak. The doctor told you to rest more. "    

    

He turned his head. Only then did Han Zhiyu realize that Hee Yuanze was also standing by the side.    

    

As if she had found a new hope, she looked at him with anticipation. "Yuanze, tell me, how is my baby?" Silence, still silence.    

    

Endless silence, however, was cutting Han Zhiyu's heart.    

    

One blade after another. . .    

    

Their silent answer was the answer in their hearts that they did not want to believe.    

    

Their originally bloodless faces seemed to have their souls forcefully extracted by someone at this moment.    

    

Han Zhiyu sat on the hospital bed and the surrounding sounds seemed to be far away from her. . .    

    

"Baby. . . "    

    

She muttered two words and without a sound, liquid flowed out of her eyes. . .    

    

Just as she rolled out of her eye sockets, Han Zhiyu quickly raised her hand and wiped away the liquid.    

    

Her eye sockets were extremely red and her lips were tightly bitten by her teeth.    

    

It was as if she was cutting herself into pieces. Then, Han Zhiyu's gaze turned to the back of her hand.    

    

Next, she pulled out the drip, lifted the blanket, and got out of bed. . .    

    

Everything was done quickly and decisively. When the two people beside the bed reacted, Han Zhiyu's hand was covered with dark red blood.    

    

"Zhiyu!"    

    

Wang Ziyue cried out in shock. Hee Yuanze, who was close to her, reacted and grabbed her wrist. He controlled her footsteps like pliers.    

    

"Zhiyu, what are you doing?!"    

    

"Let go. I need to ask the doctor. "    

    

Hee Yuanze looked at Han Zhiyu's weak appearance, as if she could fall down at any time.    

    

How could a body that had just experienced surgery be able to withstand such torment?    

    

"Stop messing around. Quickly go to bed and rest. "    

    

He exerted a little strength in his hands and prepared to pull Han Zhiyu back to the hospital bed. . .    

    

"Let go! Let go of me!"    

    

Han Zhiyu held on. Her body was still struggling. Although her movements were not violent, her strength was not light.    

    

Her entire body was in a frenzied state.    

    

Wang Ziyue who was at the side bit her lips hard to make herself cry. She had always understood the importance of the baby in her stomach to Han Zhiyu, but the Han Zhiyu in front of her still made her heart feel as if it was about to be torn apart.    

    

"Zhiyu, don't be like this. . . " Wang Ziyue looked at Han Zhiyu with heartache and her trembling lips spat out a cruel reality, "Your baby is already gone. . . "    

    

The world suddenly became quiet.    

    

Han Zhiyu's struggling body suddenly stopped.    

    

Wang Ziyue's. With one sentence, he sent Han Zhiyu straight to hell. . .