I couldn't be happier!
Mu Nancheng listened quietly, trying to put on the fake smile he usually wore when facing the Mu family.
He tried to twitch the corners of his mouth several times, but failed to make them turn up; instead, he felt even more uncomfortable and irritable.
"Get out..." The boy in the hospital gown sat on the hospital bed, pointed to the door of the ward, and repeated, "Please all leave, I want to be alone."
Liao Yuning, still in high spirits, continued, "Nancheng, you should listen to your aunt..."
Before she could finish speaking, the young man raised his eyes and glared at the woman, his eyes filled with cold light and murderous intent: "Get lost!"
"Get out, all of you!" He grabbed a glass from the bedside table and smashed it at the feet of the Mu family members, yelling as it shattered.
"Mu Nancheng! How dare you talk to my mother like that!" Mu Zehai was furious and took a few steps forward to hit Mu Nancheng, but was stopped by Mu Guokang with his cane.
"Xiao Hai, forget it." Mu Guokang suffers from liver cancer and has lost a lot of weight in the past six months. He is tormented by the disease every day and his complexion is not good.
Seeing Mu Nancheng like this, he felt a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe.
The old man stopped Mu Zehai and let him leave with Liao Yuning. He looked at Mu Nancheng and sighed, "I know Yu Tang is gone."
"This is the love you desperately tried to protect, but in the end, it turns out to be worthless."
He said coldly, "You and your foolish mother are both driven by emotions, and in the end, you can only become the lowest class."
"You'll never reach a high position!"
After saying that, he leaned on his cane and walked away with difficulty, step by step.
This time, Mu Nancheng did not refute his words.
After the boy quieted down in the room, his straight back finally bent, and he collapsed onto the hospital bed, exhausted.
He curled up, covering his head, and huddled into a ball.
As if abandoned by the world, they displayed an unusual loneliness and vulnerability.
In fact, he didn't care about his illness at all.
After Yu Tang left, he fainted and was taken to the hospital. He listened to the doctor's words almost numbly, and then listened numbly to Liao Yuning and Mu Zehai's sarcastic remarks from the side.
There's also Mu Guokang, who is nominally his grandfather but also treats him like a tool.
These people, who looked like his relatives, were not as sympathetic as the nurses who showed concern when they heard about his illness.
He thought that even if he died, probably no one would shed a single tear for him.
Even Yu Tang, who initially said she loved him, now doesn't want him anymore.
They left so resolutely, without any mercy.
He had no chance to salvage the situation.
His mind kept replaying the words Yu Tang had said to him before he left.
That question pierced straight into his heart—Together? You never even considered being together, so what right do you have to blame me?
Together……
Like a person trapped in a swamp grasping at the last straw, Mu Nancheng tried hard to understand the meaning of this word and sentence.
Finally, his eyes widened suddenly.
He realized that since he came to D City, Yu Tang had never seemed to be treated as an equal to him.
When he was in Sanyu Village, although he was penniless, he would work on the farm with Yutang, cook, and take care of the chickens.
Even if life isn't wealthy, you can still enjoy it.
But after leaving the village and arriving in the bustling city of D, and returning to the Mu family, he was distracted by the interests laid out before him.
He said that Yu Tang could do anything, but in his heart he still regarded this man from the poor countryside as a weak person who needed to be taken care of.
He thought he was being clever by secretly dealing with Eileen behind Yu Tang's back, engaging in a dangerous deal with the T Group that was like walking a tightrope.
He was used to the glitz and glamour, believing that it was the social price that had to be paid for the sake of profit.
Surrounded by women, being forced to drink by Eileen, and feeling nauseous from the perfume that clung to him during the scuffle.
Yet they must maintain a smile and preserve the facade of civility for both parties.
When Yu Tang bumped into him, he even tried to change the subject, not wanting the other man to know what he had been doing lately, and not wanting the man to get involved in this dangerous deal.
He thought he was protecting Yu Tang, but deep down he underestimated him.
I never imagined that the two of us would face difficulties together and change the future together.
Now the man probably saw through his thoughts, so he chose to leave.
What's even more ridiculous is that after Yu Tang left, Mu Nancheng suddenly realized that all his previous efforts were completely worthless.
Even if we succeed in acquiring the Mu family, what then?
Even if I avenge my mother, what good will it do?
Even if he stands in the highest position in Mu Guokang's mind, so what?
Even with so much wealth and power, he still had no one he loved by his side.
What's the point?
Realizing this, Mu Nancheng hugged his head tightly, burying himself deep in the blankets. His already swollen eyes welled up with tears again. He clenched his teeth, and the pain spreading through his heart with each breath was unbearable.
But he doesn't dare to go to Yu Tang now.
Even if he knew he had done something wrong, he didn't dare to go and admit it to the other party.
Because of this disease.
If the surgery fails, he will face death.
If he goes to Yu Tang now, he can explain things clearly.
Even if you beg the man back, even if he forgives you.
So what happens next?
What if the surgery fails and he dies?
What should be done about Yutang?
Helplessness and despair enveloped him. The eighteen-year-old boy seemed to be standing on a precipice, surrounded by cliffs. Whether he went forward or backward, there was only an abyss.
Aside from sobbing and groaning, he couldn't do anything else.
He was actually afraid of surgery and also afraid of death.
However, he did not have the courage to go to Yu Tang.
He was afraid that the other person would not forgive him, and even more afraid that if the man forgave him, he would die on the operating table, which would truly fulfill the other person's previous dream.
Their future is destined to be tragic...
Lost in thought, he didn't notice that the ward door was opened from the outside again.
A "woman" dressed in a nurse's skirt, cap, and mask pushed a cart in, walked to his bedside, gently nudged him, and asked, "Little boy, are you crying?"
Chapter 42
He died for the villain for the eighth time (42)
The deliberately high-pitched voice, neither male nor female, gave off a sense of incongruity.
"Hahaha, host, your voice is giving me goosebumps!"
In Yu Tang's mind, Xiao Jin frantically rubbed her arms, laughing uncontrollably: "You've really changed! Wearing women's clothes and speaking in that voice—you've never done anything like this before!"
Yu Tang bent her knees, her two legs, clad in white stockings, twisting into a wanton pose as she responded to Xiao Jin: "Isn't it because this hospital is full of female nurses? And this way, I can fool Eileen. After all, she would never imagine that I would disguise myself as a nurse and sneak into the hospital to spy on Mu Nancheng."
The two were communicating in their minds when Mu Nancheng, who was in pain, was interrupted from his thoughts. He crawled out of the blanket in a daze and looked towards the source of the sound.
With tears still clinging to the corners of his eyes, the pitiful-looking boy successfully broke Yu Tang's defenses.
I really want to pat the other person's head.
But then, thinking of Mu Nancheng's previous actions, he immediately gave up the idea.
The beautiful "nurse" seemed very uncomfortable wearing a skirt. She casually pulled over a chair next to her, tried her best to sit down gracefully, and pretended to be a caring older sister. She asked Mu Nancheng again, "Can you tell me why you are crying so sadly?"
"Sister, hahaha! Holy crap!" Xiao Jin laughed so hard she rolled on the floor, and said to Yu Tang, "[Host, just tell me, haven't you ever acted in a cross-dressing role?!]"
Yu Tang tried hard to keep a straight face: You'd better shut up, don't make me laugh!
[Haha, okay, okay, I'll shut up, I won't make a sound!]
After scolding Xiao Jin, Yu Tang looked at Mu Nancheng with gentle eyes, patiently waiting for the boy's reply.
Mu Nancheng stared blankly at the nurse in front of him, his body still sobbing uncontrollably.
His gaze swept over the other person, and then his eyes widened instantly.
Yu Tang's heart skipped a beat, thinking the other person had recognized him. But the next moment, Mu Nancheng's tears fell even more fiercely, his chest heaving violently as he cried, "Sister, sister, I've lost the person I love most... I... I've lost him..."
"what do I do?"
Like a child, he cried uncontrollably and asked Yu Tang, "How...how can I get him to forgive me?"
Yu Tang blinked, finding it strange that Mu Nancheng would confide in a "stranger" about this. But he was secretly relieved that the other party hadn't recognized him.
He took a tissue from the table and gently wiped Mu Nancheng's tears, saying, "Can you tell me why you lost the person you love?"
Before the question could even finish, Mu Nancheng pressed down on his hand, grabbing the half-wet tissue firmly in the boy's grasp.
Yu Tang's eyes widened, and he was about to dramatically shout that men and women should not touch each other, when Mu Nancheng let go of his hand, took out a tissue to wipe his tears, and said, "I'm sorry, sister, I didn't mean to."
Unable to execute the acting she had meticulously planned in her mind, Yu Tang felt inexplicably frustrated, but could only reply, "It's okay..."
"It's like this..." Mu Nancheng's emotions seemed to have calmed down, but tears were still welling up in his eyes.
He couldn't bear to look away from Yu Tang, and as he narrated, he quietly moved closer to the person sitting on the edge of the bed. By the time he was completely next to the "woman," the whole story had been explained.
All that's left is repentance: "I was wrong from the very beginning; I treated him as my possession."
Instead of being a reliable partner, I never treated this relationship as an equal...
"If I can see him again, I must apologize to him and tell him that I was wrong..."