The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

Judging from Lu Yun's words, Zhou Shijing was out of danger and was just throwing a tantrum as a spoiled young master.

Wen Song's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, slowly settled down. She looked up and met Lu Zhiheng's questioning gaze. "Aunt Yun, since Brother Shi Jing is alright, I won't come over."

She pursed her lips, her tone calm yet firm, "I've already made it very clear to him that getting back together is impossible. He needs time to accept this. If I keep appearing in front of him, it will only keep reminding him of it, which will be detrimental to his emotional stability."

"But…"

Lu Yun glanced at the ward again, and shamelessly softened her tone to plead, "Songsong, you and Shi Jing used to be so close, can you really bear to see him heartbroken like this because of you?"

"Aunt Yun," Wen Song's voice was very soft, but every word left no room for ambiguity, "I went through the same thing back then. Just get through that period and you'll be fine, really."

Lu Yun was speechless for a moment.

The scene of Zhou Shijing resolutely breaking off his engagement with Wen Song is still vivid in my mind.

Although Wen Song wasn't as obsessive and entangled as Zhou Shijing is now, causing everyone unrest, Lu Yun could still see the loneliness and pain surging in her eyes.

During that period, Wen Song became increasingly depressed and lost weight rapidly, becoming almost unrecognizable.

Lu Yun opened her mouth, but ultimately could not utter another word of reconciliation.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Zhiheng didn't ask any questions. He sat down next to Wen Song and considerately offered to feed her water.

Wen Song was a little embarrassed. She took the cup herself, took a few small sips, looked up, and took the initiative to explain to Lu Zhiheng, "Aunt Yun just said that Brother Shi Jing has acute gastric mucosal bleeding and is in the hospital now."

Lu Zhiheng did not show much reaction to the fact that Zhou Shijing had actually put himself in the hospital for Wen Song's sake.

Wen Song's resolute rejection of Lu Yun, however, warmed his heart. He reached out and pulled Wen Song into his arms, gently stroking her back with his large hand.

"With your Aunt Yun and the others taking care of you at the hospital, you can rest assured and I'll go check on you again first thing tomorrow morning."

The next day, after dropping Wen Song off at the company, Lu Zhiheng drove to the hospital alone.

At the entrance to the ward, he happened to run into Lu Yun, who was returning from buying breakfast.

Lu Yun didn't tell Lu Zhiheng about Zhou Shijing's hospitalization, and expressed surprise and confusion at his sudden appearance, "Zhiheng? What are you doing here?"

Lu Zhiheng spoke with perfect discretion, "I heard from Wen Song this morning that Shi Jing was hospitalized, so I came to see what happened."

Lu Yun sighed, "Ugh, don't even mention it."

Her tone was dejected. She glanced at Zhou Shijing lying on the hospital bed and said, "I couldn't accept that Songsong broke up with me, so I drank too much at home and got acute gastric mucosal bleeding. I brought him here for emergency treatment in the middle of the night."

Following Lu Yun's gaze, Lu Zhiheng looked at Zhou Shijing on the hospital bed through the slightly ajar door.

He was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, bent over with his back to the ward door, and only his hand, which was resting on his waist, had an IV needle inserted into it.

"Try to persuade him. You can't force feelings. It's not worth hurting your health for this."

Lu Yun had once been determined to get Zhou Shijing and Wen Song back together, but after last night's phone call, she gradually gave up on that idea.

Sometimes, that's how fate works. If you don't seize the opportunity when you should, it's hard to get back once you miss it.

"We've already tried to persuade him, but whether he can get through this ultimately depends on him."

Lu Zhiheng finally went into the ward to see Zhou Shijing. His eyes were closed, his face was so pale it was almost transparent, and a layer of messy bluish-black stubble had sprouted on his chin. His former spirited appearance was gone, leaving only an undisguised look of misery and desolation.

After seeing Lu Zhiheng off, Lu Yun returned to the ward, where Zhou Shijing was lying on his back on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling.

"Shi Jing, you're awake? Your uncle just came to visit you."

Zhou Shijing woke up very early, and he was aware of Lu Zhiheng's entry into his ward. However, when he heard the words "little uncle," his face still couldn't help but darken.

His hands, which were lying flat at his sides, suddenly clenched into fists. The force was so great that it directly squeezed the IV tube in his arm. The tube was blocked, and the blood flowed backward along the tube, turning a glaring red.

"What's he doing here? Checking if I'm dead?"

"How could you say such a thing, child? That's your uncle."

"Uncle?"

Zhou Shijing snorted coldly, his dark, purplish eyes looking at Lu Yun with mockery. "I treated him like my uncle, respected him, and held him in high esteem. But what about him? Did he ever treat me even slightly as his own nephew?"

Lu Yun didn't understand why Zhou Shijing suddenly said those words, and sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed with a frown.

"Why doesn't he treat you like his own nephew? He's only six years older than you, and he's always taken care of you since you were little. Even after you went abroad to study, he always gave you gifts during holidays, and each gift was worth seven or eight figures..."

"I don't care!"

Zhou Shijing suddenly roared, "Mom, everything in this world has a price tag. No one will be kind to you for no reason!"

If he had known from the beginning that Lu Zhiheng's kindness to him would ultimately be exchanged for Wen Song, then he would never have accepted him in the slightest from the start!

Zhou Shijing had always been very respectful to his uncle, Lu Zhiheng. Lu Yun felt his current attitude was rather unusual, so she patiently asked, "Shijing, what exactly happened? Why are you suddenly talking about your uncle like that?"

"Nothing's wrong."

Zhou Shijing tried to calm his breathing. After several seconds, his gaze, which had been filled with resentment, gradually returned to calm as he stared unfocused at the ceiling. "Mom, how many more days until the New Year?"

Lu Yun sensed that Zhou Shijing had something on his mind, but he wouldn't talk about it, and no matter how she asked, she couldn't get any information out of him. She could only go along with what he said and reply, "Soon, there aren't many days left. Shijing, you have to recover quickly. Grandma just called me and invited us to spend the New Year at their house this year."

"Going to the Lu family's house for the New Year?"

Zhou Shijing's eyes darted around a couple of times. "Will Songsong be going too?"

Lu Yun didn't expect that Zhou Shijing would speak in the form of Wen Song.

A sense of helplessness welled up within me, along with a hint of uncertainty.

In previous years, they would always spend the New Year together, but this year…

Wen Song may seem obedient, but she is actually very opinionated. She might not agree to go with them in order to avoid Zhou Shijing.

But in order not to upset Zhou Shijing, she could only give an ambiguous answer, "I'll ask her when I have time tomorrow to see if she has any other plans."

"She has no relatives or friends, and she's all alone in Yicheng. What other arrangements could she possibly have?"

Zhou Shijing sneered, "Let her come. Just tell her that I agree to break up with her and will only treat her as a younger sister and family from now on."

Yesterday he was so upset about Wen Song, but now he's saying he agrees to break up with her.

While Lu Yun was relieved, she also felt a little incredulous. "Shi Jing, have you really come to your senses?"

"Yes, I've figured it out."

Zhou Shijing's expression remained calm and expressionless, but his words carried a heavy, lifeless quality: "It's no use trying to figure it out now; she'll never come back."