Good heavens, how lovely she is. Can purity only be cleansed by purity? Even as a roué, he suddenly felt sacred and noble. He puffed out his chest for no reason, feeling as though their relationship had taken a qualitative leap forward. He was no longer just paying for a woman’s company... This wasn’t so casual fling to satisfy temporary boredom anymore... A far more noble term surfaced in his mind... love. It was clearly love. This was all about packaging... Even if the essence of relationships between n and won was the sa, they still needed exquisite packaging. Otherwise, how could the millennia-old obligation of human procreation be passed down? Childbirth and parenting were so painful and costly. Without so self-deceiving, beautiful illusions, wouldn’t humanity be even more tragic?
He finally couldn’t bear it any longer and, his breath coming in ragged gasps, pulled her firmly into his embrace.
He could almost touch her very soul... so scorching hot...
The final, crucial mont was upon them.
The phone rang.
A jarring ringtone.
Yan Xixi jolted.
So did Wan Donglin.
Oh god, what damned devil is calling now?
He ignored it.
She ignored it too.
But the phone kept ringing incessantly, as if relentlessly summoning a soul.
Wan Donglin nearly choked on his own frustration when he realized it was his own cellphone—damn it, he’d rushed in and forgotten to turn it off!
He lunged for the phone, ready to switch it off. But when he saw the caller ID, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and answer, "Sis, you’d better have sothing important, or don’t bla for being rude..."
Yan Xixi’s eyes widened, and she almost burst out laughing. Look at him, his face is already beet red!
However, Wan Donglin’s expression changed instantly. The call was on speaker, and the voice on the other end was extrely agitated, "...Mom’s old condition flared up again! She suddenly lost consciousness, and we just sent her to the hospital..."
Yan Xixi grew anxious too. What’s wrong with Empress Dowager Liu?
Wan Donglin just said, "Got it," and imdiately hung up. Hurriedly, he told Yan Xixi, "Xixi, I have to get to the hospital right away."
He turned, and was montarily stunned. Yan Xixi had already hopped down, was scrambling into her clothes, and had even handed him his. "Go quickly," she urged. "Don’t delay."
He quickly pulled on his shirt. He saw her hesitate for a mont. "Should I... co with you?" she asked.
He grabbed her hand, and they rushed out.
The car sped along. Yan Xixi stole a glance at him. His face was flushed and grim, looking terrifying. Honestly, getting a call like that at such a critical mont... wouldn’t it make any guy just... wilt?
Wan Donglin’s face remained taut. He didn’t utter a single word the entire drive. The most infuriating part is that even though my mind is consud with worry, this damn heat in my body just won’t subside! I’m aching all over, unbearably. And I can’t even bla anyone for this... Just drive, keep driving. If I open my mouth now, I’ll go crazy.
Yan Xixi couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. Luckily, she wasn’t the one who ssed up. Otherwise, that guy would definitely flip out.
But she didn’t dare let her amusent show. She was also deeply worried. What exactly happened to Empress Dowager Liu?
「Finally, they reached the hospital.」
In the hospital room, a group of people was gathered around the bed. The mont they saw Wan Donglin, they parted to make way. "The Third Young Master is here!"
Wan Donglin rushed forward. "Mom, what’s wrong?"
Liu Daqing’s face was pale, and she sighed deeply. "Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious. I’m just old and not as spry as I used to be. My respiratory problems hadn’t flared up in ages, but I’ve only been back a few days, and this smog made collapse..."
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