Ming Yanlun's body grew heavier, his breathing more labored, with each word Kong Yurang spoke.
He struggled to shift his body again.
Sweat beaded on his forehead from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and bore it.
"Brother Lun… Brother Lun!"
Kong Yurang pressed down on him, yet dared not use too much force, his voice choked with sobs as he tried to comfort him. "You know, you were hit at a speed of nearly three hundred kilometers per hour…"
"Even fully armored, you would definitely be affected…"
"Your body is actually okay in most aspects, it's just… it's just your right hand. Because the impact was so severe, your bones were fractured. It will take at least half a year for it to heal…"
"If, if you continue to be so reckless and worsen your injuries, and your right hand cannot be fully repaired, then your right hand might… might… truly be useless."
As he spoke the last sentence, Kong Yurang's voice noticeably weakened.
Ming Yanlun gradually grew quiet, ceasing his struggles.
Soon, the doctors rushed in.
They surrounded Ming Yanlun, examining him from head to toe, giving a few instructions, and then left.
From start to finish, Ming Yanlun kept his eyes open, staring blankly into space, letting the doctors manipulate him as they pleased.
Even after the doctors left.
He maintained his previous posture, unmoving.
"Brother Lun…" Kong Yurang looked at Ming Yanlun's crestfallen expression of disbelief and dejection, his own heart aching.
He had always been by Brother Lun's side.
He knew very well how much Brother Lun cherished his hands.
Those hands that had dominated the esports scene.
Those hands that had navigated the race track with such skill.
And now… they would require more than half a year of rest.
This was tantamount to asking him to abandon his dreams.
He knew how much Brother Lun was suffering.
But at this moment, he didn't know what words could possibly comfort him.
Ming Yanlun lowered his head blankly, looking at his bandaged, completely immobile hand.
His eyes were red-rimmed.
His mind replayed the scenes on the race track, his car spinning violently after a severe impact, and him being thrown around inside the car.
At that time…
His entire mind was filled with Ming Zheng using her car to block his.
He had forgotten even the pain of his body colliding violently as it spun.
"Brother Lun, regarding your hand, please don't blame Ming Zheng." Kong Yurang still felt a sense of dread when he thought of the scene he saw on the giant screen.
"You're alive thanks to Ming Zheng. If it weren't for Ming Zheng, you wouldn't just be injured; you would have… lost your life."
Kong Yurang knew that Ming Yanlun did not like his newly found younger sister, and could even be said to despise her.
This was because Ming Yanlun believed Ming Zheng's appearance had wronged his beloved Rou'er sister.
Recalling Ming Yanlun's past attitude towards Ming Zheng.
Kong Yurang feared that Ming Yanlun would now blame Ming Zheng for his right hand injury.
That girl…
Had risked her life for Brother Lun.
If, at this moment, Brother Lun were to shift all the blame onto her.
It would be too unfair to her.
Kong Yurang couldn't help but want to speak up for Ming Zheng.
Ming Yanlun's brow furrowed slowly.
How excessively harsh had he been towards Ming Zheng before?
That it made those around him believe he would blame Ming Zheng for his right hand?
How could he… blame Ming Zheng.
And how could he bear to blame Ming Zheng?
"Where is Rou'er?"
He was so injured, and Rou'er wasn't by his side, accompanying him?
The reason he had participated in the race.
Was all to win that million-dollar luxury car for her.
The moment he woke up, he asked for Ming Zhi Rou. Kong Yurang saw this as Ming Yanlun's heart and eyes being entirely focused on his beloved sister.
Thinking of Ming Yanlun's concern for Ming Zhi Rou.
He hesitated.
Finally, under Ming Yanlun's insistent questioning, he said, "Song… Young Master Song's hand was crippled by Ming Zheng, and Zhi Rou… was also taken away by Young Master Song."
"What?"
Song Zhek*un's hand was crippled?
Who crippled it?
Ming Zheng?
No… that's not right.
Ming Zheng didn't have that ability.
"Don't worry," Kong Yurang assumed he was worried about Ming Zhi Rou and quickly reached out to hold him down. "Ming Zheng crippled Young Master Song's hand. Zhi Rou is always smart, Young Master Song shouldn't do anything to her."
"I've already notified your parents. They will find a way to bring Zhi Rou back. You cannot act impulsively in your current condition!"
He feared that Ming Yanlun, upon hearing that Ming Zhi Rou had been taken away by Young Master Song, would impulsively rush to Young Master Song's side to demand her return.
Ming Yanlun, however, made no move.
His gaze deepened, his eyes lowered, his face solemn, lost in thought.
Kong Yurang cautiously released him.
Seeing that he truly had no intention of acting rashly, he let out a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Ming Yanlun was filled with shock.
Ming Zheng… she had crippled Song Zhek*un's hand.
Was it for him?
Yes.
It must be for him.
Ming Zheng had risked her life to save him.
She must have also crippled Song Zhek*un's hand to avenge him.
But, had she considered that it was Song Zhek*un, the apple of the Song family's eye!
Crippling Song Zhek*un's hand like this.
How could the Song family possibly let her go?
The more Ming Yanlun thought about it, the more his heart ached, and the more guilty he felt towards Ming Zheng. "Where is Ming Zheng? What about her? Is she alright?"
After colliding with his car, Ming Zheng must have been affected as well, right?
His own consequences were so severe.
Ming Zheng, who had borne even greater pressure…
Might be even more seriously injured.
Kong Yurang's eyes widened. "You can finally see your own sister. Are your eyes no longer blind?"
"Your sister is quite capable. She eventually won against Young Master Song and left unharmed. For specific details, you can watch the race replay online."
Kong Yurang was initially excited, but then his head drooped, and he sighed. "But… Young Master Song will not let her go."
Not just Young Master Song.
The entire Song family wouldn't.
Even if Ming Zheng escaped.
She couldn't escape the Song family's grasp.
"I need to go back to the Ming family!"
Ming Yanlun suddenly straightened his body, turning to look at Kong Yurang. "I must go back! If the Song family troubles the Ming family, my parents might… hand Ming Zheng over."
-
Ming Zheng had no idea that the world outside was in such turmoil.
She was contemplating her emotional matters.
While thinking, she hugged a bolster and fell asleep on the sofa.
The next morning, she was woken up by a video call from Mo Qiyu.
She glanced at the time.
It was already ten in the morning.
She had never slept this late before.
Perhaps because…
It had something to do with last night's dream?
She vaguely remembered that in her dream…
She was enveloped in a cool, sandalwood-like woody scent, wispy as smoke.
Chi Xian, like a large, loyal dog, rested his head obediently on her lap, embracing her waist.
With his low, mellow voice, akin to fine wine, he said again and again—
"Zheng Bao, I'm pursuing you. Can't you feel it?"
"Zheng Bao, it's okay, no rush, we'll take it slow."
"Zheng Bao, I'll wait for you."
Ming Zheng: "!!!"
Now that she was awake, her mind was filled with the appellation "Zheng Bao."
Chi Xian had never called her that.
But for some reason…
She felt as though he should call her that.
As if, a long, long time ago, he had called her that.
No, no, no! Read books quickly!
If I keep thinking about him like this.
I might actually fall for Chi Xian!
Ming Zheng patted her face, lazily pushed herself up from the sofa, and then answered Mo Qiyu's video call.
On the screen appeared Mo Qiyu's grumpy, ugly face, as if the whole world owed him billions.
Even with beauty filters, the dark circles under his eyes were impossible to hide.
The moment he saw Ming Zheng.
Mo Qiyu let out a wail and began to cry, "Baby, Chi dog is sincere, just agree to him, woo woo woo woo…"