CHAPTER 226: CHAPTER 226 MO YINHE, HOLD ME TIGHT! 3【EXTRA RELEASE FOR MONTHLY VOTES】

Fengjue quickly walked to the back door of the large refrigerated truck. Staring at the lock, he pulled a gun from his waist and shot it directly. BANG! BANG! The door swung open.

The moment the door opened, cold air billowed out like white fog, obscuring everything. It was so cold that Fengjue and the two guards behind him shivered fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Yinhe had already climbed aboard.

He strode in, pulled open the taxi door, and picked up the woman huddled inside.

The moment he lifted her out of the taxi, Mo Yinhe felt as though he wasn’t holding a woman, but a block of ice. Her body was so cold it made him shiver uncontrollably.

Mo Yinhe’s breath hitched. His long arm supported her back as he protectively pulled her into his embrace.

Holding her in his arms, he couldn’t feel any sign of life. Mo Yinhe’s heart sank, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Dammit, he wanted to kill someone!

The instant Mo Yinhe jumped out of the refrigerated truck holding Si Mingjing, Fengjue saw his usually handsome, striking face twisted into a demonic mask, as if he were Satan himself hailing from hell.

Fengjue’s heart skipped a beat. "Your Excellency, the Crown Princess Consort, she..."

Standing outside the truck, Fengjue felt his teeth chattering from the cold. How much worse must it have been for Si Mingjing, who was locked inside? Please, let nothing happen! If anything happened to the Crown Princess Consort, Fengjue couldn’t guarantee that His Excellency wouldn’t make the entire world pay for her.

Mo Yinhe didn’t know what Fengjue was thinking. He looked down at Si Mingjing in his arms. Her face was already deathly pale from the cold, her once rosy lips now a ghastly purple.

A single glance, and the sight pained Mo Yinhe so much that tears streamed down his face.

He pressed his index finger under her nose to check her breathing. It was faint, but she was still alive. Only then did the crushing weight on his heart, which had sunk to an abyss, lighten ever so slightly.

Then he tightened his arms, holding her fiercely, not daring to imagine what would have happened if he had been even a moment later...

"Investigate!" The word hissed from between Mo Yinhe’s clenched teeth.

His face was a mask of murderous intent.

"Everyone involved in this—I want them to suffer a fate worse than death!"

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Fengjue had been watching Mo Yinhe’s expression. When he saw Mo Yinhe seem to let out a breath of relief, if only for an instant, Fengjue’s own anxiously suspended heart finally settled. She’s alive then?

Thank goodness!

Mo Yinhe strode to the car carrying Si Mingjing and got in, his voice raspy, "Quick, to the hospital! Turn the heating to maximum!"

The driver heard him and immediately cranked the car’s heating to its highest setting, but for Si Mingjing, it still wasn’t enough.

She had lost consciousness, yet her body still shivered incessantly, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

It was unknown if she could feel Mo Yinhe holding her, but instinctively, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Because Mo Yinhe’s body radiated warmth—even if, for her, it was merely a drop in the ocean against the pervasive cold.

"Mingjing, Mingjing, wake up! Please, don’t sleep..."

Mo Yinhe tried everything to rouse her, terrified that if she fell asleep now, she might never wake up again.

"Baby, don’t sleep, please don’t sleep, baby..."

Mo Yinhe lowered his head, kissing her icy forehead, his warm palms constantly rubbing her stiff, frozen face.

Due to the extreme cold, two Coral Horns had already emerged on her forehead. But these horns were also tinged a frightening, bruised purple, a sight that made Mo Yinhe’s heart ache so intensely it felt like it would never ease.

After what felt like an eternity, Si Mingjing groggily opened her eyes.

Her golden eyes, unfocused, gazed at Mo Yinhe. It took a long moment before she could recognize the man holding her.

"Mo... Yin... He...?" Si Mingjing’s voice was faint.

"It’s me. Don’t sleep. You’re safe now. I’m taking you to the hospital."

Mo Yinhe kissed her forehead again.

Thank God, she was able to wake up.

Si Mingjing’s body was rigid, still shivering violently. She wanted to speak, but her throat felt frozen.

After a long pause, she finally managed to force out, "Mo... Yin... He... your Force Field Protective Shield... isn’t frost-resistant. Bad... review!"

She buried her face, purpled by the cold, deep into the crook of Mo Yinhe’s neck. Tears suddenly streamed from the corners of her eyes like pearls falling from a broken string.

She had been on Earth for over two months and had never truly suffered a setback or been taken advantage of. This was the first time she had been successfully plotted against, the first time she had come so close to dying—in a refrigerated truck, no less. Her opponent had intended to kill her. One miscalculation on her part, and she had nearly lost her life.

Hearing her aggrieved, complaining tone, Mo Yinhe, in his deep and slightly hoarse voice, began to solemnly reproach himself.

"It’s all my fault. I didn’t have them develop a cold-resistant Force Field Protective Shield, and I let Mingjing suffer like this. I’ll have them redevelop it tomorrow. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry..."

If he had been more vigilant, if he had assigned someone to follow her every time she went out, she wouldn’t have ended up in such peril. It was all his fault! He’d thought that designing a phone with a Force Field Protective Shield would guarantee her safety. He never imagined it wouldn’t even be able to withstand the cold. No wonder she gave it a bad review! She was absolutely right to complain! Mo Yinhe felt an urge to give the designers of the Force Field Protective Shield a thorough beating. Why hadn’t they considered frost resistance during the initial design phase?

"Mo Yinhe, I’m cold..."

Mo Yinhe undid all the buttons on his clothes, baring his chest and pressing her ice-cold face directly against his skin.

He then took her two frozen hands and placed them against his stomach.

He used his open clothes to envelop her, holding her tightly within his embrace.

His deep voice was impossibly gentle, "Hold on a little longer. We’re almost at the hospital."

"Mo Yinhe, hold me tighter... I’m still so cold..."

His arms were strong, giving her a sense of security.

His body was warm. Her cold face pressed flush against his chest, leaving no gap. Her hands moved from his warm stomach to his back, seeking his warmth as if he were a furnace. But she was still cold... so terribly cold.

Mo Yinhe held her tightly, wishing he could immolate himself to provide her warmth. His heart ached with a potent mix of tenderness and towering rage, his fists clenched so hard his knuckles creaked.

Upon arriving at the Third Hospital, she was immediately rushed into the emergency room.

Doctors performed a series of emergency rewarming treatments and finally moved her to a VIP ward.

Mo Yinhe’s taut expression showed no sign of easing.

He had held her in his arms from the moment they entered the hospital, not once letting go.

She had lost consciousness again.

The dark cloud over Mo Yinhe’s brow had yet to dissipate. He sat by the bed, his face grim, and asked the doctor, "How is she?"

"Fortunately, her life is no longer in danger. However, she has multiple areas of frostbite and is now running a high fever. It’s unlikely the fever will break tonight, so someone will need to monitor her closely throughout the night..."

Mo Yinhe’s jaw remained tight as he nodded. Only when he heard she was out of life-threatening danger did the grimness on his face lessen slightly. "I will stay with her. Is there anything else I need to be aware of?"