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Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs

Chapter 269 - 269 269 Stop Moving

Author: Tang Yu's Four Treasures
updatedAt: 2025-07-18

Chapter 269: Chapter 269: Stop Moving Chapter 269: Chapter 269: Stop Moving Seeing a woman’s bag thrown on the ground next to the hospital bed, she rummaged inside and found a cellphone.

Fortunately, the phone wasn’t locked. Opening the call log, she saw the most recent contacts and dialed out.

In the highest authority conference room of KING Group, a senior meeting was in progress.

The atmosphere was solemn and oppressive.

Sitting at the very top, Ye Sihan’s presence was deep and commanding, his dark eyes sharply scanning the executive speaking, who was sweating bullets, terrified of speaking a single wrong word.

Then they watched as Ye Sihan’s hand reached into his inner pocket and took out his phone.

The executive’s voice came to an abrupt halt, unsure whether to continue.

Clearly, Mr. Ye wasn’t listening, as he was fixated on his phone.

Sitting closest, Xiao Yu guessed from his observations of Mr. Ye who the caller might be.

Ye Sihan placed his phone on the table, neither answering it nor rejecting the call.

The executive continued speaking.

Xiao Yu noticed Mr. Ye seemed somewhat distracted.

He didn’t know what Mr. Ye was thinking about, but it was definitely unrelated to everything concerning KING Group.

A few seconds later, the phone vibrated again.

Ye Sihan’s expression was extremely cold as he picked up the phone and answered with a forbidding tone, “Stop calling!”

“Uh… sorry, this is the hospital. May I ask how you are related to the owner of this phone? She was brought in to the emergency room, and looking at the call log, your name was at the very top, so I called you. If it’s inconvenient for you, could you inform her parents?”

Ye Sihan’s dark eyes were piercing, but he said nothing.

Tang Yu had been X-rayed and undergone a full body examination.

There was a slight concussion in her head, a twisted shoulder, signs of a fracture in her arm—with soft tissue abrasions yet to be counted.

She was transferred to a hospital room, currently still unconscious.

Ye Sihan stood by the bed, looking down at the Tang Yu on it with an imposing gaze.

Her complexion was pallid and bloodless, with a white bandage wrapped around her forehead.

Her entire being looked fragile and delicate, as if she could disappear at any moment.

There was a knock on the door, and Xiao Yu entered, only to see Ye Sihan standing motionless by the bedside.

Glancing at the yet-to-awaken Tang Yu on the bed, he said, “Mr. Ye, Tang Yu might not wake up until evening. As long as she rests more, she should recover.”

“Who brought her in?” asked Ye Sihan, his voice and expression flat.

Yet the room suddenly seemed to fill with a bone-chilling cold.

“It was staff from the film set who brought her, they just dumped her at the hospital and left without a care. I called to inquire—Tang Yu’s role was taken by someone else, and she was playing a trivial part. She was ordered around and fell from a horse while doing a stunt. They didn’t take her to the hospital immediately after she fell, just left her on the ground while the director continued shooting. The film crew doing this kind of thing really shows they care nothing for minor actors,” said Xiao Yu.

“You seem quite angry?” Ye Sihan’s face had a chilling coldness.

Xiao Yu wanted to deny it, but that would have undoubtedly been a lie.

He was indeed furious upon hearing what had happened to Tang Yu.

No matter what, Tang Yu didn’t deserve to be bullied like this.

Ye Sihan turned away brusquely, “Where is that film crew?”

Tang Yu didn’t know how long she had been asleep, her eyes weakly opening, feeling her head swollen and throbbing with pain.

A white ceiling, the pungent smell of antiseptics—was this… a hospital?

“You’re awake? You’ve finally woken up.”

Tang Yu turned her face to see the nurse by the bed, “I…” As soon as she opened her mouth, the pain from not speaking for a long time made her frown uncomfortably.

The nurse immediately gave her water to drink and said, “You’ve been unconscious for several days. If you hadn’t woken up, everyone in the hospital, from the dean to us nurses, would have been in trouble.”

After drinking, Tang Yu felt better and looked up at the nurse with a confused and puzzled expression, “Several days?”

“Yes, probably due to the concussion. Don’t you remember?”

Of course, Tang Yu remembered.

She had fallen off a horse and then became unconscious.

Now that she thought about it, she was still fearful inside.

Was it just her good luck that she hadn’t died on the spot?

“It was your brother who brought you here,” said the nurse.

“He’s not my brother,” Tang Yu thought to herself; it was just a crew member from the production team, how could it possibly be her brother.

As she was lost in thought, she sensed a troubling unease in the air.

When she looked again, the nurse was gone, replaced by a dark figure standing before her, causing Tang Yu’s heartbeat to involuntarily skip a beat.

She stared, stunned, at Ye Sihan who had appeared without her knowing when.

Her mind filled with confusion, why was he here?

Did he know she had been admitted to the hospital?

Even if he knew, why did he come to see her? To see if she was dead?

Clutching the blanket nervously from inside, her emotions cool, “I’m sorry to disappoint you, I’m not dead.”

“Do you think I would let you die?” Ye Sihan’s voice was icy, spreading a pressing atmosphere throughout every corner of the ward.

Tang Yu’s face remained expressionless.

Right, if she were dead, it would indeed be boring for Ye Sihan.

But why did he have to come to her?

It would be enough to just find out whether she was alive or not!

She was angry inside, but said nothing, stubbornly threw off the blanket, and got out of bed, “You don’t have to stay here, I’m checking out…”

Just as she was about to put on her shoes, her head throbbed with piercing pain, her vision darkened, and her body uncontrollably lurched forward—

“Ugh…”

Instead of the expected pain, after the ease of the headache and dizziness, she opened her eyes to find herself resting against a wall of flesh.

His fiery body heat penetrated through his shirt and warmed her face.

Her breath was filled with Ye Sihan’s captivating scent.

Once Tang Yu realized how close she was to Ye Sihan, she immediately sat up straight and stood abruptly.

However, she underestimated her own condition; her vision darkened again, her body swaying.

The next second, she felt lighter as she was lifted and placed back on the bed.

“Don’t trouble me,” Ye Sihan said with a dark, chilly voice.

Even as he placed her on the bed, Ye Sihan’s hands holding her did not let go, domineering to the extreme.

Tang Yu, annoyed with him this way, struggled, “If you find me troublesome then don’t bother with me, don’t touch me… Ugh…” She clutched her stomach as a sudden nausea made her furrow her brows.

Her face instantly turned a shade paler.

Ye Sihan tensed up, “Don’t move!” and immediately pressed the bell to call the doctor.

After examining Tang Yu, the doctor said, “This is nausea caused by a concussion; she needs to rest quietly and must not move around. She has to manage her emotions…”

Tang Yu hung her eyelashes, and tears began to slide down, looking utterly pitiful.

With a wave of his hand from Ye Sihan, the doctor, as if he had just been granted a reprieve, let out a sigh of relief and left the ward.

Tang Yu turned her back to Ye Sihan, half her face buried in the blanket, her shoulders trembling slightly.

She was crying.

Ye Sihan stood there, his body slightly stiff, his face grim as he stared at her back for a while, and then left.

Upon hearing the door close, Tang Yu knew Ye Sihan had gone and her tears rolled down once again.

When it was time for lunch, it was the nurse who fed her.

Tang Yu lay there propped up, her complexion still pale and weak.

The afternoon was spent drifting in and out of sleep.

Because of her concussion, she needed as much rest as possible for a quick recovery.

At night, Tang Yu lay lonely in her hospital bed, with a new bandage on her forehead, her small palm-sized face looking fragile and pitiful.

Deep into the night, the hospital ward was quiet and stark.

Footsteps could be heard moving through the hallway, then stopping at the entrance to Tang Yu’s ward.

A shadow darker than night itself moved beside the bed, standing there, silently ominous.

But at least, the ward was no longer cold and empty with just Tang Yu in it.

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