Tao Zhixiang didn’t expect Chu Mucheng to embrace her . This posture... was so intimate that Tao Zhixiang felt flattered and overwhelmingly warm. But in the next second, Tao Zhixiang heard Chu Mucheng’s deep voice coming through. "Too skinny, not even two ounces of meat, you’re too bony to hold!" This man, she hadn’t asked him to hold her, yet he said such things! Tao Zhixiang struggled twice in his arms, trying to break free, but Chu Mucheng’s grip was so tight, she couldn’t escape at all. "Let go, I didn’t ask you to hold me!" Tao Zhixiang was slightly annoyed. "Won’t allow a hug? What’s with the fuss?" She took a deep breath. Fine, the only thing she could do now was not to say anything, keep silent, surely that would work. Tao Zhixiang took a deep breath, stopped speaking, and simply succumbed to the fatigue, letting out a yawn. Chu Mucheng sensed her exhaustion and said, "Sleep then!" Tao Zhixiang thought to herself, he’s holding her , how is she supposed to sleep? "Can you let go of me?" "With you holding me ... I can’t sleep?" Tao Zhixiang spoke the truth. After all, such an embrace was still somewhat unfamiliar to her. Chu Mucheng raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and said, "Can’t sleep?" Unexpectedly, a light grunt emerged from Chu Mucheng’s nose, and then he said, "If you can’t sleep, it means you’re not tired, so..." Tao Zhixiang quickly said, "No, no, I can sleep!" This man, lately, she found him a bit hard to understand. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 Closing her eyes, Tao Zhixiang began to sleep. After all, she was truly very tired tonight. As for Chu Mucheng, he felt no sleepiness at all. Looking at the woman in his arms, he suddenly frowned. Why is it that every time he comes here feeling restless, upon seeing her, those agitated emotions... slowly calm down considerably? Being with her, he felt relaxed. Actually, Chu Mucheng was tired today as well. Su Linxue’s condition was worrying, and his father... had suddenly become very haggard. Chu Mucheng felt resentment in his heart, holding so much dissatisfaction towards his father and Su Linxue. But seeing Su Linxue’s frail appearance, looking at An Xiaoyu’s crying face, seeing his father holding back grief, Chu Mucheng only felt his heart was very stifled. It seemed that only by coming here could he stop thinking about those things that bothered him. Chu Mucheng embraced Tao Zhixiang like that and gradually fell asleep too. Yet, in his sleep, he suddenly felt the woman in his arms move, and Chu Mucheng instinctively tightened his grip. "Don’t move! Be good!" She stopped moving, obediently. Chu Mucheng didn’t say anything more, his eyelids feeling heavy, he fell asleep again. In Su Linxue’s ward, Chu Yihong and An Xiaoyu were keeping vigil on either side. In the latter half of the night, An Xiaoyu said to Chu Yihong, "Uncle, why don’t you rest on the sofa for a while?" Chu Yihong shook his head, "I’m not tired." An Xiaoyu said nothing more. Over the years, she could also see that Chu Yihong... really loved Su Linxue. If it wasn’t for love, why would Chu Yihong marry a divorced woman with a child? And Su Linxue, she loved Chu Yihong too. An Xiaoyu felt a bit bitter inside, thinking if back then, her mother hadn’t married her father but directly married Chu Yihong, then... many stories might have been rewritten. In that case, she would not exist in this world, and neither would Chu Mucheng and Chu Mushan... If the two of them had their own child, then her mother wouldn’t find it so hard to make her way in the Chu Family, and perhaps... there wouldn’t be regrets? An Xiaoyu looked at Su Linxue on the sickbed, suppressing the sadness in her heart, saying to Chu Yihong, "The doctor said that in subsequent examinations, if a match for a bone marrow transplant is possible, I’ll try! As long as it can save my mom!" Chu Yihong looked at the girl in front of him, and sighed. Though bone marrow transplants are not new, finding a suitable donor amidst the vast crowd is easier said than done. Besides, the chance of a successful bone marrow match among siblings is only one in four, and among non-blood relations, it’s one in ten thousand. Su Linxue was an only child, without siblings, and her parents... had passed away a few years ago. Currently, An Xiaoyu is the only one with a blood relation to her! At this moment, An Xiaoyu’s phone suddenly rang; it was Shen Yufeng calling. Earlier, she had planned to message Shen Yufeng to let him know, but feared disturbing him, so she hadn’t. Shen Yufeng must have returned home by now! Seeing she wasn’t home, he would worry! An Xiaoyu hurriedly pressed the answer key to take the call outside. Shen Yufeng’s voice was tense. Just hearing Shen Yufeng’s voice, An Xiaoyu’s nose suddenly felt sour, and tears fell again. At this moment, her heart was truly helpless, and Shen Yufeng... was like a towering tree she could lean on, like the warmest harbor, allowing her heart to relax. In front of Shen Yufeng, An Xiaoyu’s emotions lost control once again. "I’m at the hospital, my mom is sick..." Shen Yufeng said in a deep voice, "Don’t cry, I’ll be right there!"