He called his psychologist and asked him to come home with him that evening to see Wen Yuhan in person.
Emily was then asked to contact Aro to pick up the cat.
At noon, the person he sent to investigate the "academic fraud" incident returned with a message, and the new information he received made him secretly alarmed.
The most important link in this entire chain, from bottom to top, was handled by none other than Wen Yuhan's former mentor, Liu Zhengju, the most respected and esteemed professor in the drama academy and even the entire industry, a veritable titan.
This person was not only Wen Yuhan's mentor, but also the person he respected the most, who even replaced the role of his father in his heart!
If the other party is related to what happened back then, then the truth must be something Wen Yuhan cannot accept...
Pei Shaocheng frowned, closed his eyes, and pressed his aching temples, pondering when he should bring it up with Wen Yuhan.
The phone rang again at that moment. Before he could even put the phone to his ear, Aunt Feng's shrill voice came through the receiver:
"Mr. Pei... People's Hospital!! Come quick!! Mr. Wen... come quick!!"
Pei Shaocheng's mind went blank for a moment with a "buzz."
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A note from the author:
Sorry for the long wait, everyone! (I'm so grateful!)
We've finally reached this point! The countdown to the truth coming out is on. Pei Gou, get ready for your cremation... Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2022-06-01 15:48:37 and 2022-06-03 10:06:04!
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 53
When Pei Shaocheng arrived at the hospital, he saw Aunt Feng standing outside the emergency room, fidgeting and pacing around like a headless fly.
Upon seeing Pei Shaocheng, her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed to the ground in fright.
Where are they?!
Pei Shaocheng strode forward, his ears ringing. Even though he had weathered many storms, his voice trembled uncontrollably.
"He's...he's still being resuscitated..." Aunt Feng's face was deathly pale, her lips trembling violently. "He was perfectly fine when I brought him flowers this morning. When I called him for lunch, I called him outside for ages but no one answered. I...I was afraid something had happened, so I used the spare key to open the door...and there I saw in the bathroom, in the bathroom...blood! Blood everywhere!"
She was probably terrified by the scene, shaking her head frantically: "In the bathtub, and on the floor... He even wiped the floor, but he didn't clean it properly... He was soaking in hot water... motionless, the water had overflowed, it was everywhere... I was terrified, he looked like he was dead!"
As Pei Shaocheng listened to Aunt Feng's description, his vision blurred.
He barely managed to keep from falling by holding onto the wall, and a barely concealed panic filled his usually deep and dark eyes.
I replied to his message this morning, and we were talking about cats the night before... how could this happen...?
Pei Shaocheng blankly pulled a cigarette case from his pocket and put a cigarette in his mouth. However, he failed to light it several times because he couldn't hold the lighter steady.
“When I delivered the flowers, I specifically told him that you had picked them out especially for him. It's winter now, and you still went to the trouble of finding so many dandelions, which shows how much you care about him…”
"What did you say?" Pei Shaocheng stiffly raised his head, looking uncertainly at Aunt Feng. "What dandelion? Isn't it a violet?"
Aunt Feng was stunned by his question and nervously organized her thoughts: "It's, it's dandelion... We like to soak it in water in our hometown, I won't mistake it."
bass--
Pei Shaocheng felt a jolt of electricity run through his mind, and a chill ran up his spine to the back of his head.
He did order flowers for Wen Yuhan this morning; they were her favorite violets.
Wen Yuhan once told him that she wanted to plant violets all over the yard in the future, and he still remembered it.
Why did it suddenly turn into a dandelion?!
Just as Pei Shaocheng was about to ask for more details, a figure rushed straight towards him with a gust of wind.
He swung a fist and slammed it hard into Pei Shaocheng's face.
Pei Shaocheng stumbled, his cheekbone instantly swelling up. Standing before him was Lu Yanheng, who had rushed over upon hearing the news. At this moment, he was a completely different person from his usual composed self.
His eyes were red, and his whole body exuded a fierce aura of rage.
Lu Yanheng grabbed Pei Shaocheng by the collar and slammed him against the wall. He then bent his knee and slammed it hard into Pei Shaocheng's abdomen.
Pei Shaocheng felt a churning in his stomach and bent over to dry heave.
"He went back to you against all odds, and this is how you treat him... Do you have to kill him before you'll be satisfied!" Lu Yanheng's voice was hoarse with anger, his words filled with an unprecedented sinister ruthlessness. "I'm telling you, if anything happens to Xiaohan, I'll never forgive you!"
Upon arriving, Dr. Wang quickly stepped forward and separated the two, speaking kindly to Lu Yanheng:
"Mr. Lu, the patient is still being resuscitated. Don't worry, the doctor inside is a friend of mine, and his medical skills are absolutely trustworthy. Please calm down; this is a hospital after all."
Lu Yanheng gritted his teeth and held onto Pei Shaocheng's collar tightly, refusing to let go.
Pei Shaocheng's eyes were dull and lifeless as Lu Yanheng grabbed him by the collar, his soul seemingly already ripped out...
Finally, after being persuaded by Dr. Wang, Lu Yanheng slowly let go of her hand.
He turned and slowly sat down on a chair on the other side of the corridor, his chest still heaving violently.
He was in a meeting at the company when he suddenly received a call from Dr. Wang, who said that his friend at the People's Hospital had just received a patient who had attempted suicide by cutting his wrists and was in the emergency room. The patient's name was Wen Yuhan.
Dr. Wang had previously met Wen Yuhan at the film studio with Lu Yanheng, so after confirming that it was unlikely to be a case of the same name, he quickly called Lu Yanheng.
Even so, Lu Yanheng kept reassuring himself on the way there that it was just a false alarm.
It wasn't until she saw Pei Shaocheng outside the emergency room that the last thread of her composure snapped.
The image of Wen Yuhan smiling and turning around under the plum blossom tree that night kept flashing through his mind. Lu Yanheng gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and anxiously twirled the sandalwood prayer beads in his hands.
During this time, he had also been secretly investigating the past "plagiarism incident" and the history between Wen Yuhan and Pei Shaocheng. There were still many things he didn't understand, but he knew that these were often the parts closest to the truth.
One sat stiffly in a chair, while the other squatted against the wall, both holding their heads and remaining silent.
They remained silent and locked in a long-standing stalemate, a silent confrontation.
The air around them seemed to freeze. Several young nurses, who had excitedly run over to see a celebrity and a well-known entrepreneur at the hospital, were so frightened by the powerful and oppressive aura emanating from several meters away that they dared not take another step forward.
Time passed second by second, and the sun gradually slid westward from its zenith.
Later, Xiao Yang arrived, his face covered in water, it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or tears.
His fists, hanging at his sides, were clenched tightly, and his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.
He looked at Pei Shaocheng, then at Lu Yanheng beside him, and finally moved to the door of the emergency room by himself. He pressed his ear against the door, which he couldn't see inside, trying to hear even the slightest sound.
The setting sun cast its rays into the hospital corridor, turning everything in sight a vibrant red.
The moment the indicator light in the emergency room finally went out, everyone seemed to wake up suddenly and rushed over.
The door was pushed open by the doctor inside, who nodded to Dr. Wang behind Lu Yanheng and said, "Don't worry, he's been saved. I'll have the nurse take him to the special care ward for 24 hours of observation. If everything is fine, he can be transferred to a regular ward tomorrow."
At this point, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "The wound is quite deep, and the location was so precise, it's clear that he was determined to leave."
Pei Shaocheng's tall figure swayed slightly, his previously straight back leaning forward a little.
The veins on his hand, which was gripping the wall, bulged from the exertion.
The nurse wheeled Wen Yuhan out of the emergency room, and Xiao Yang was the first to rush forward. The moment she saw Wen Yuhan, she finally broke down in tears, biting her fists tightly, trying to stifle the sobs in her throat.
Lu Yanheng followed, first shaking hands with the doctor who was treating him, then expressing his gratitude to the nurses, and repeatedly asking them to take good care of him.
Pei Shaocheng, however, never dared to approach. He was afraid to see Wen Yuhan asleep, afraid to see her pale face and her tightly closed eyes.
No one paid any attention to him throughout the entire process, leaving Pei Shaocheng to follow the transfer vehicle like a stray dog all the way from the emergency room to the special care ward.
Through the glass, I watched as Wen Yuhan was put on an oxygen mask, and a vital signs monitor was set up next to her.
The door to the ward opened, and Lu Yanheng walked out expressionlessly.
As he passed Pei Shaocheng, he said coldly, "Come with me, I have something to say to you."
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A note from the author:
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 54
As the sun sets, the sky is ablaze with fiery clouds.
On the rooftop of the hospital, Lu Yanheng closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and asked Pei Shaocheng, "Do you have any cigarettes?"
Pei Shaocheng didn't say anything. He took out a cigarette case and handed it to Lu Yanheng. He then knocked out a cigarette for himself, put it in his mouth, turned to the side to block the wind, and lit it.
White smoke, mixed with the scent of tobacco, slowly swirled around the two of them, their shadows stretched long by the setting sun.
“I’ve looked into things about you.” Lu Yanheng didn’t bother with pretense and went straight to the point, abandoning all conversational skills. “Some things concern the plagiarism incident from back then, and it’s necessary to verify them with you in person.”
"you say."
“The information I received indicates that a new screenwriter named Han Shu claimed that her painstakingly created work was plagiarized by Wen Yuhan and staged, even winning a major award… Han Shu presented chat logs with Wen Yuhan, found witnesses, and publicly revealed every stage of the script, including revisions—each piece of evidence is solid.” Lu Yanheng stated, trying to be as objective as possible, “The information suggests that Wen Yuhan initially refused to admit it and was determined to sue Han Shu to the end, but later gave up because she felt guilty…”
"It's better to let him die than to let him plagiarize."
“You don’t need to tell me, I know Xiaohan’s character.” Lu Yanheng, with a cigarette between his fingers, turned to Pei Shaocheng. “Mao Zichao, have you heard of him?”
Pei Shaocheng's eyes darkened: "He's the secretary to the chairman of the Federation, the one who instigated the online release of the joint letter of boycott."
"The person who recommended him to the chairman of the Writers' Association was Han Shu." Lu Yanheng flicked his cigarette ash. "He's currently in Italy, doing quite well. I heard he'll be back next year."
Pei Shaocheng narrowed his eyes, quickly gathering his thoughts, and said in a deep voice, "Back then, Wen Yuhan couldn't understand why the other party had obtained his unpublished script, especially the revised versions. Besides me, he only gave this script to his mentor, Liu Zhengju."
"This name sounds familiar."
"He's a titan, everyone in the industry, from the bottom up, gives him face." Pei Shaocheng stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes deep. "Wen Yuhan's parents are gone, and he grew up relying on his grandmother. When his grandmother was diagnosed with late-stage liver cancer, he fell into depression and even dropped out of school for a while, working every day to save money for his grandmother's treatment... It was Liu Zhengju who found him in an alley, beaten and bruised by thugs, took him home, sponsored his tuition, and taught him writing. You could say that Liu Zhengju was Wen Yuhan's mentor in his later passion for playwriting."
Lu Yanheng lit another cigarette and listened in silence.
Pei Shaocheng continued, "For Wen Yuhan, Liu Zhengju was both a mentor and a father. He pulled him out of the mire during his darkest period, gave him faith in words, and made up for the care and love that his family had never given him. So, even if Wen Yuhan couldn't understand it, he never suspected that his script was leaked from Liu Zhengju."
Lu Yanheng looked up: "What do you think?"
Pei Shaocheng paused for a moment and said, "Mao Zichao has a history of academic fraud. I sent people to investigate him. Liu Zhengju was in charge of an important link in the whole chain."
"So... why did you and Wen Yuhan break up back then?"