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"Thank you so much! It's all thanks to your hospital and that kind patient!" Mr. Gu came back to his senses, his tone filled with a hint of fear and gratitude.
The nurse smiled and waved her hand dismissively. "You're too polite; this is what we should do. Miss Ruan needs to rest now, so you can go in and keep her company while I handle her admission paperwork."
Mr. Gu nodded, watching the nurse leave before gently closing the hospital room door and sitting down by Ruan Qinghe's bedside.
He looked at Ruan Qinghe's pale face, feeling a mix of emotions.
"Qinghe, are you okay? How could you suddenly fall ill?" Mr. Gu held Ruan Qinghe's hand, his voice full of concern and guilt.
Ruan Qinghe slowly opened her eyes. Upon seeing Mr. Gu sitting beside her, a flicker of surprise crossed her gaze, but it was quickly replaced by a faint sense of detachment.
She gently withdrew her hand and replied calmly, "I'm fine; it's just an old issue. Thank you for coming to see me."
Mr. Gu's hand froze in mid-air; he awkwardly retracted it and placed it on his knee, rubbing his fingers together in an attempt to ease his unease.
He noticed that Ruan Qinghe's tone and expression were different from usual, leaving him even more puzzled.
"Qinghe, are you still angry with me? I know I shouldn't have..." Mr. Gu tried to explain but was interrupted by Ruan Qinghe.
"Let's not bring up the past," Ruan Qinghe turned her face away, looking out the window with a cold tone.
A heavy silence fell over the room, the atmosphere suffocating.
Mr. Gu observed Ruan Qinghe's calm demeanor and recalled Yin's anxious tone on the phone, suddenly realizing he might have fallen into Ruan Qinghe's trap.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the anger within him, and coldly questioned, "Qinghe, why did you lie to me? You weren't really sick, were you?"
Ruan Qinghe turned her head, her brows slightly furrowed, confusion filling her eyes. "What are you talking about? Why would I lie to you?"
"Then why did you have the nurse call me s Yin g you were critically ill and needed a blood transfusion? Do you have any idea how worried and anxious I was when I got that call?!" Mr. Gu suddenly stood up, his voice agitated.
"I don't know what you're talking about; I never had anyone call you," Ruan Qinghe's tone grew serious as she sat up against the headboard, looking firmly at Mr. Gu.
Mr. Gu stared into Ruan Qinghe's earnest eyes, feeling even more confused. Could it really not be Ruan Qinghe? But if it wasn't her, then who could it be?
Just as the two were lost in confusion, the door to the hospital room was suddenly pushed open.
"Qinghe, how are you feeling? I made your favorite chicken soup, drink it while it's hot," Yin elegantly appeared at the door, followed by the nurse Aunt Zhang, who was carrying a thermos.
Mr. Gu and Ruan Qinghe both looked towards the door in shock.
Yin deliberately ignored Mr. Gu's astonished gaze and walked straight to the bedside, gently expressing her concern for Ruan Qinghe's health. She took the thermos from Aunt Zhang and personally served a bowl of chicken soup, handing it to Ruan Qinghe.
"Thank you," Ruan Qinghe said as she accepted the soup, nodding politely in gratitude.
Yin maintained a gentle smile on her face, but every action she took was filled with a strong sense of possessiveness, as if declaring her claim over Ruan Qinghe.
Mr. Gu watched this scene unfold before him, feeling a mix of emotions.
He suddenly realized that he had always overlooked Yin's feelings and underestimated her capabilities.
Yin placed the chicken soup on the bedside table and then turned to look at Mr. Gu with a calm gaze, her lips curving into a meaningful smile.
Mr. Gu avoided Yin's gaze, lowering his head in silence. He began to reflect on his feelings for Yin and the significance of their marriage.
Yin walked over to the sofa and sat down gracefully, casually picking up a magazine from the coffee table and flipping through it as if indifferent to everything happening around her.
"Qinghe is not well and can't be exposed to cold; I've arranged for her to stay in a better hospital for a few days so I can take care of her," Yin said nonchalantly, her eyes never leaving the magazine.
"Take care of her? Why do you want to take care of her?" Mr. Gu suddenly raised his head, his tone filled with disbelief and a hint of barely concealed anger.
Yin put down the magazine, lifted her head, and calmly looked at Mr. Gu, retorting, "What? Can't I take care of her? Qinghe is your friend and also my friend. She's sick; I care about her and look after her—shouldn't I?"
"You..." Mr. Gu was momentarily speechless by Yin's logic, unable to find suitable words to counter her argument. He gazed at Yin's calm expression, feeling even more confused.
"Or are you s Yin g..." Yin stood up and walked in front of Mr. Gu, slightly leaning forward so that their distance closed instantly. She looked directly into Mr. Gu's eyes, her tone low and meaningful, "Are you worried about something? Worried that I might hurt her?"
Mr. Gu instinctively wanted to step back but found himself unable to move under Yin's imposing presence. He looked into Yin's deep eyes as if she could see through all his thoughts, an inexplicable panic rising within him.
"I'm fine." Ruan Qinghe looked at the scene before her, feeling a mix of emotions. She set down the chicken soup in her hands and spoke softly.
Yin turned around and walked to the bedside, gently patting Ruan Qinghe's hand. In a tender tone, she said, "Qinghe, don't speak. Just rest well. The doctor said you need to recuperate."
Ruan Qinghe observed Yin's caring demeanor and then glanced at Mr. Gu, who stood silently by the side. A sudden wave of inexplicable disappointment and sorrow surged within her. She turned her face away and looked out the window, trying to hide her complex feelings.
"You can go back now; I’ll be fine here," Yin said to Mr. Gu, her tone calm and firm.
Mr. Gu gazed deeply at Ruan Qinghe for a moment before turning and leaving the hospital room.
Only Yin and Ruan Qinghe remained in the room, and the atmosphere returned to its previous tranquility.
"Thank you, Yin," Ruan Qinghe said softly, her voice tinged with gratitude and bitterness.
Yin smiled and replied, "There's no need for such politeness between us." She picked up the thermos from the bedside table, preparing to leave. "I'll head back now. You take care of yourself; I'll come see you tomorrow."
"Okay," Ruan Qinghe nodded.
Yin turned and left the hospital room, leaving Ruan Qinghe alone on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a multitude of thoughts.
Yin exited the hospital and got into her car. She told the driver, "Back to the office."
The black sedan slowly drove away from the hospital, disappearing into the flow of traffic.
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