Chapter 205: Shang Hexing, it’s up to you to decide Chapter 205: Shang Hexing, it’s up to you to decide Shang Hexing immediately embraced Wen Zhi, soothing her with a gentle voice:

“It’s all right now.”

Wen Zhi was held in Shang Hexing’s arms, her eyes vacant for a long while, until a piercing pain in her fingers brought her vision into focus again.

She looked around as if desperately searching for someone’s figure.

Shang Hexing pressed down on her injured hand to prevent her from touching the wound and bleeding again, “Wen Zhi, who are you looking for?”

Hearing Shang Hexing’s voice, Wen Zhi turned her head to look at him, her lips mumbling for a while without saying whom she was looking for.

Gu Rang, sitting in the front passenger seat, could tell from Wen Zhi’s reaction that she was probably looking for someone, and spoke up to comfort her, “Your hand needs immediate treatment. Boss Mu couldn’t come with us in the same car, but he’ll come see you once you’re at the hospital.”

A bitter taste spread in Wen Zhi’s throat.

Because Gu Rang had hit upon what she was thinking.

Unwilling to admit it, she turned her head and buried her face in Shang Hexing’s embrace, her voice tinged with sobs: “My hand hurts…”

On hearing this, Shang Hexing slightly loosened his grasp on Wen Zhi’s hand.

As the anesthesia wore off and her consciousness cleared, the pain in Wen Zhi’s fingers became even more intense than when they had been cut.

A dense, penetrating pain, like being put on the rack.

She subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to look at it but was stopped by Shang Hexing: “Don’t move.”

He gently rested his chin on the top of Wen Zhi’s head, his voice low and comforting: “The doctor will be here soon.”

Wen Zhi’s eyelids drooped, and she made no sound, but it wasn’t long before she slipped into unconsciousness again.

When she woke up again, it was already four-thirty in the afternoon.

The VIP ward was equipped with a humidifier filled with neroli oil, devoid of the unpleasant smell of disinfectant.

Shang Hexing had just entered the room five minutes before Wen Zhi woke up, and since she made no noise upon waking, he was unaware of her consciousness outside.

At that moment, the atmosphere in the patient reception area was so heavy it was suffocating.

Chen Jinhai’s face was grave as he cautiously observed Shang Hexing’s expression. On the opposite table, the screen of a phone would go dark and then light up again repeatedly, yet it remained silent without any alerts.

About five or six minutes passed.

When the phone lit up again, Chen Jinhai saw the caller ID and almost let his heart slip away in relief, quickly wiping the sweat from his forehead, “It’s a call from Mr. Gu.”

Shang Hexing had naturally seen it.

He picked up the phone and pressed answer, but before he could speak, Gu Rang’s voice came through the earpiece, “Is Wen Zhi awake?”

Shang Hexing: “No.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Until Shang Hexing asked with a heavy voice, “How is the situation?”

Still silence from the other end, and Shang Hexing felt a bad hunch in his heart. His tone lightened slightly, “How is… Uncle?”

The voice of Gu Rang came through: “He didn’t make it through.”

Shang Hexing’s hand gripping the phone clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his hand becoming faintly blue.

Gu Rang said, “After Wen Zhi wakes up, don’t tell her. Keep it from her for now.”

But Shang Hexing asked in a stern voice, “For how long?”

Gu Rang fell silent again.

Because he didn’t know how to answer.

Wen Zhi was the last of Boss Mu’s relatives in this world before he passed away. Now that Boss Mu had passed away, it would be unreasonable not to tell Wen Zhi, both emotionally and rationally.

Yet Gu Rang was also afraid that Wen Zhi would not be able to withstand such a blow.

To lose both parents within a year, the pain was just too severe…

After agonizing for a while, Gu Rang tossed this century’s dilemma to Shang Hexing. Unable to make a better decision, he said, “Shang Hexing, you decide.”

Shang Hexing’s lips were tightly pressed, and he remained silent.

Gu Rang continued, “I and Zhan Feng will take care of Boss Mu’s funeral. Also, there were some last wishes Boss Mu had entrusted, which I will organize as soon as possible to be attested by lawyers, according to his initial intentions.”

The conversation paused—

“Besides,” Gu Rang added, “please contact me when Wen Zhi wakes up.”

Shang Hexing responded with a sound: “Mhm.”

After the call ended, Shang Hexing’s hand holding the phone dropped to his side, the screen went dark, and his tense jawline was reflected on the black display.

Although Chen Jinhai hadn’t heard the content of the call just now, by merely glancing at Shang Hexing’s complexion, he could already guess the outcome.

Miss Wen’s father, that Mr. Mu, was likely already…

“Chen Jinhai,” Shang Hexing called out.

Chen Jinhai immediately stepped closer and bent down: “Mr. Shang, what can I do for you?”

Shang Hexing looked up and asked him, “Do you think I should tell Wen Zhi?”

Chen Jinhai was at a loss for words.

But his first reaction, of course, was that he hoped not to tell Miss Wen, such devastating news would be a huge blow to her!

To lose both parents in one year.

Who could bear it?

Yet if he didn’t tell Miss Wen now, she wouldn’t be kept in the dark forever, such things can’t be concealed; by the time Miss Wen found out, she might collapse even more.

Would she think she caused all this?

Would the rest of her life be spent in pain?

She might never find peace for the rest of her life!

“I think…”

Just as Chen Jinhai was about to express his opinion, he suddenly saw Shang Hexing raise a finger.

Chen Jinhai understood at once; it was a gesture telling him to keep quiet.

The next second, he saw Shang Hexing stand up and walk towards the inside nursing area.

The VIP ward’s beds were partitioned into nursing areas, separate rooms that were spacious, comfortable, and quiet.

Chen Jinhai immediately followed.

Indeed, Miss Wen had woken up; she was trying to get out of bed by herself.

Yet he hadn’t heard a sound or stir before, but Mr. Shang somehow did!

“Why are you getting up?” Shang Hexing strode over to the bedside, bending over to steady Wen Zhi’s shoulders.

Wen Zhi’s complexion had not yet regained its color, her entire hand was wrapped in many layers of gauze, and although it wasn’t as painful now, it was very inconvenient, like wearing a boxing glove.

She didn’t dare to look into Shang Hexing’s eyes, only whispering softly, “I want to go to the bathroom.”

Upon hearing this, Shang Hexing, without a second word, lifted Wen Zhi in his arms and walked towards the bathroom.

This time, the way he carried her was different from before.

When lifted and feeling weightless, one instinctually wants to grasp onto something. Since Wen Zhi’s hand was injured, Shang Hexing carried her especially slowly, trying his best to avoid making her feel any strong sense of weightlessness.

Wen Zhi nestled in Shang Hexing’s arms, looking up at his profile: “I’m sorry, I made you worry.”

Shang Hexing unexpectedly replied, “So you do know I would worry.”

Wen Zhi pursed her lips and kept quiet.

Shang Hexing’s tone remained gentle: “Then think of me more in the future, okay?”

Wen Zhi nodded.

Chen Jinhai, standing by the door, immediately closed it with discretion and turned to leave.

In the bathroom, Shang Hexing carefully set Wen Zhi down and then leaned in to ask her, “Do you need help?”

Wen Zhi immediately shook her head: “No, no, that’s not necessary.”

Shang Hexing’s gaze fell on her hand: “Your hand.”

“This hand is fine,” Wen Zhi hurriedly raised her other hand, appearing calm on the surface but actually quite nervous inside: “…you should go out.”

Shang Hexing showed no intention of leaving, saying, “I’ll stand by and wait for you.”

Wen Zhi: “…”