Fine rain like silk, autumn is gradually deepening. With each rain, the weather turns a few degrees colder, and pedestrians on the street switch from cool clothing to long sleeves. For men, the unique summer scenery is slowly disappearing.
At this time, the Ouyang residence was still steeped in endless grief. However, the good news was that due to Ren Yuanhao's medicine, the wives of the eldest and second brothers had successively delivered news of pregnancy.
Of course, after losing their "desperate triple-nine," the company was indeed greatly affected. Moreover, Ouyang Rui's father, Ouyang De, had been expanding overseas business even before his daughter's accident. Even after learning of his daughter's death, he could not rush back from abroad.
Perhaps, for him, immersing himself in work was a way to alleviate the immense grief of losing his daughter. And in this regard, Ouyang Rui was remarkably similar to her father.
Without the decisive and tireless "desperate triple-nine," the subordinates finally realized how much work pressure Ouyang Rui carried daily. It could even be said that half the credit for the company's smooth, orderly, and seemingly effortless operation belonged to Ouyang Rui. Precisely because of this, these subordinates understood a principle: strict demands were made to minimize overtime, ensure efficient work completion, and allow them to return home early to accompany their families.
Of course, they also knew very well that after everyone else left work, the only one who remained to continue working, apart from the guards, was the "desperate triple-nine."
However, the lights in Ouyang Rui's office would likely never shine until one or two in the morning.
In this sudden turn of events, another person nearly lost their life.
This person was undoubtedly Ren Yuanhao.
He remained unconscious at this moment, with a centipede-like scar, three to four centimeters long, stitched below his chest. That was the knife wound left by Jiang Yanheng. If that slash had deviated even slightly, Ren Yuanhao would likely have been buried in the earth like Ouyang Rui, accompanied by green mountains and clear waters, forever lost to the world.
At this time, Ren Yuanhao was lying in a guest room at the Ouyang residence, attended by a dedicated caregiver. Of course, in addition to professional care, Miss Ji Fu also visited daily to keep him company.
For the first two to three days, Ren Yuanhao's body temperature fluctuated wildly, at times feeling like it contained a fireball with a surface temperature reaching a staggering 42 degrees Celsius, and at other times plunging into an ice age, dropping to 20 degrees. The torment his body endured was beyond human imagination. Even doctors stated they had never witnessed such extreme fluctuations in body temperature.
For those few days, Ji Fu acted like Ren Yuanhao's wife, staying by his side almost constantly, day and night, until his condition stabilized before she returned to the Ji family's ancient manor.
"Hey, you dummy. You were fine before we parted that day, but then I received intelligence late at night and was scared out of my wits." - Da Feng Novel Network
Ji Fu gently stroked Ren Yuanhao's forehead, feeling his steady breathing. It seemed only at these moments could she completely shed her stress and truly be herself, Ji Fu.
"Dummy, I went to the place where you fought. The scene was incredibly bloody. My father told me you're also an ability user, and that you could defeat the Jiang family head single-handedly, making your strength no less than his. He also greatly admires you and told me to do whatever it takes to keep you."
Ji Fu's expression suddenly turned somewhat wistful. Her unfocused pupils once again looked out the window. The autumn wind rustled, the fine rain drizzled, and the air was filled with a cold, damp scent.
She disliked this weather; it felt as if ghosts roamed the air, ready to snatch Ren Yuanhao's life at any moment. Therefore, she pulled down the curtains. Unintentionally, her hair brushed against Ren Yuanhao's nose.
"Achoo~"
The sneeze was weak and listless, but it was a signal that he was about to wake. Ji Fu's previously furrowed brow finally relaxed slightly.
"Hey, dummy, if you don't wake up soon, I'm going to do it again."
Just as Ji Fu was about to bring her hair closer to Ren Yuanhao, he suddenly sat up from the bed as if by reflex, startling Ji Fu greatly.
"Ren Yuanhao, you scared me to death."
Ren Yuanhao stared blankly into the void, his complexion extremely poor, as if he had just returned from hell, been disliked by King Yama, and kicked out of the underworld.
"It's over, has he really become a dummy now?" Ji Fu waved her hand in front of Ren Yuanhao, "Hey, dummy, dummy?" Da Feng Novel
After waving for a while, she realized that it was likely because he had just woken up, much like adjusting to jet lag after flying to the other side of the world. Or perhaps, because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his throat was dry. So she brought a glass of water and handed it to Ren Yuanhao.
"Here, I knew you must be parched. Drink some water, and you'll be back to full health?"
To her surprise, Ren Yuanhao still looked at the void like a fool, his pupils without focus.
"Hey, dummy, don't scare me."
Ji Fu thought that if he appeared in this state, he would likely fall out of the top ten on the 'hunter's list.' She then anxiously called for the private doctor.
The doctor entered, took Ren Yuanhao's temperature, examined his tongue, shone a light into his pupils, and sighed, saying, "Miss Ji, there's no need to worry. The patient simply has a mental block. Perhaps talking to him more will help."
Ji Fu remained uneasy and walked outside, holding the doctor's arm.
"Doctor, will such a serious injury leave any lingering effects on his body?"
When she asked this, she was naturally considering Ren Yuanhao's future potential and whether the investment in him was worthwhile. Of course, even Ji Fu herself was unsure how much of it was due to genuine concern for his health.
The doctor nodded and said, "After all, it's not a minor injury. It's impossible for there to be no after-effects. However, his internal condition is unexpectedly good, and his recovery ability is far beyond that of ordinary people. He is even the patient with the best physical condition I have ever treated. Even if there are after-effects, they should not be a problem."
If everything was fine, that would be best. Merchants cared most about return on investment, and marriage was much the same.
And while the two were talking, Ren Yuanhao suddenly burst out of the door!
"Dummy, where are you going barefoot?" Ji Fu grabbed Ren Yuanhao, but he suddenly turned his head, his gaze as sharp as a lone wolf's, which startled her greatly!
"Let go."
"I won't, unless you tell me where you're going."
Ren Yuanhao's eyes darkened, and his body began to tremble slightly. He then said in a low voice, "I want to see Ouyang Rui."
"Okay, I'll take you, but you can't go dressed like this and barefoot, can you?" Ji Fu didn't let go. After a moment of standoff, Ren Yuanhao seemed to compromise and slowly walked into the room.