Then, his sowhat blurry face appeared in front of her, filled with anxiety and fear.
He seed to be shouting, "Xiaxia, how are you doing?"
With a roll of her eyes, Di Xiaxia mumbled just one sentence before fainting, "Di Mingzhe, you’re ruthless!"
She then completely passed out, leaving Di Mingzhe sowhat scared.
In a hurry, he patted her face, "Xiaxia, don’t scare your brother."
Di Xiaxia did not respond.
In a panic, Di Mingzhe picked her up horizontally and rushed into the main hall, losing his composure and bellowing for the first ti, "Get a doctor! Now!"
The guards and servants in the main hall began to panic at this sight, imdiately hurrying off to find a doctor.
Fortunately, there was always a doctor on call in the Vice Presidential Residence.
Di Mingzhe laid Di Xiaxia flat on the ground, not knowing where she was injured; in this scenario, laying her flat seed the best course of action.
Left without any alternatives, he simply sat on the floor too, his bare feet alongside hers.
He held Di Xiaxia’s hand, rubbing it continuously, his voice filled with regret and apology, "Xiaxia, I’m sorry, I never ant to hurt you, truly."
Is that the truth?
But if so, why was she clearly injured!
He definitely hadn’t planned for her to fall down the stairs, he simply kissed her and was t with such a strong rejection, so provoked simply by her tears.
Did his kiss upset her that much?
Enough to make her cry?
Did she really despise him?
That’s why he was so shocked, in disbelief, followed by overwhelming anger. He pushed her away, telling her to leave, but in fact, he just wanted to cut himself off from any retreat.
Such discomfort left him feeling lost, even scared that he might lose control and hurt her.
Unfortunately, he didn’t consider that letting her go would result in her falling down the stairs.
Those stairs were long, filled with sharp corners, and she rolled all the way down, injuring her forehead till it turned red.
Seeing her forehead bruised into such a state, Di Mingzhe was suddenly filled with self-reproach.
This was the woman he had loved for twenty years, whom he once secretly swore to protect, not allowing her to bear even the slightest harm.
But now, he had hurt her with his own hands!
At this mont, he wished he could chop off his own hands!
Perhaps, this might sound ridiculous.
He used to think those remorseful proclamations by the male leads in the tedious TV dramas about chopping off their own hands were fake.
But now, he didn’t feel that way at all. The guilt he held for hurting the one he treasured was sothing only those who had committed the act could comprehend.
He held her hand, his slender fingers gently caressing the swollen red bruise on her forehead, his eyes welling up with tears.
Turning his head, he growled again at his guards, "Why hasn’t the doctor arrived yet!"
This frightened his guards. It was their first ti seeing the Vice President lose his temper. Since Di Mingzhe’s half-year tenure as Vice President, he had never displayed any signs of anger.
He usually seed so cool and relaxed, as if nothing could stir his emotions.
And many tis, he appeared so quiet, eerily quiet.
Often they thought the Vice President didn’t seem human, lacking the natural emotions and desires of a re mortal.
But at this mont, he was indeed yelling, with a hint of irritable rage.
The nervous guard nodded anxiously, "I-I-I will go check right away."
The guard turned and rushed out, coming face to face with the doctor, who was sprinting over.
The guard hastily gestured for the doctor to hurry over.
The perspiring doctor ran as fast as he could.
The sight of Di Mingzhe was a surprise. He was sitting barefoot on the ground, holding a girl’s hand.
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