"Then I’ll go with you, it’s better to have someone to help." Sister Yi suggested. Sister Yi saw the man hurriedly walk down to the garage, not even having time to change out of his pajamas and slippers, and couldn’t help but feel surprised. If a woman could make a normally calm and self-controlled, meticulous man become so flustered, it explained one thing. Miss Lin held significant weight in Mr. Leng’s heart. Official source is novel•fire.net The weather in T City could change in an instant. Halfway there, it started to rain. Coincidentally, just a few hundred meters from the hospital, there was a traffic jam due to a car accident. The man glanced at Lin Yixun in the passenger seat, seeing her drenched in cold sweat from the pain, her lips trembling. His brows furrowed tightly. His slender fingers kept drumming on the steering wheel, his narrow eyes looking ahead through the windshield, seeing the road ahead completely blocked. His usually composed expression now showed clear anxiety and worry. The wipers swiped back and forth across the windshield, but soon it became blurry again. Through the car window, the sound of rain could be faintly heard, but Leng Yixiu didn’t care about all that. The man pushed open the car door and got out from the driver’s seat. His suit quickly got soaked, but he didn’t mind. He walked around the front of the car and went straight to the passenger side. Sister Yi saw this, quickly found an umbrella in the back seat, got out of the car, and went forward to hold it over Leng Yixiu. The man opened the passenger door and carried Lin Yixun out of the car. Seeing Sister Yi tilt the umbrella towards him, he frowned and said, "Don’t worry about me, keep her covered." Sister Yi, hearing this, obediently moved the umbrella to cover Lin Yixun. Lin Yixun was in excruciating pain, barely conscious. In her daze, it seemed she was being carried on someone’s back. The person’s back was broad and sturdy, the steps swift yet steady. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing the back of the man’s head. His hair was a little wet, with cool droplets of water faintly falling on her face. When someone is at their weakest, most painful moment, they always think of the person they yearn for the most. Even though Lin Yixun had buried that person deep in her heart, at this moment she couldn’t help but think of the one she loved. She weakly tugged at the corners of her mouth, her gaze softening. Was it Ouyang Hao? Could it be him? Before, whenever she was in danger or in extreme pain, he would always be the first to appear. So this time, it must be him too, right? However, in the next moment, Lin Yixun’s smile froze. Ouyang Hao had already given up on her completely. There was another woman by his side. How could he appear by her side? She was not a princess, without her own prince. She wasn’t a queen, with a knight to protect her. She wasn’t even Cinderella. She was nothing. A surge of pain struck, Lin Yixun bit her lower lip hard, her world spinning, and she plunged back into darkness. In a haze, it seemed someone was calling her name, but she didn’t want to wake up. All she wanted was to keep sleeping . The big boss carrying a woman into the hospital in the middle of the night alerted the director of Shengde Hospital. After a flurry of activity among the doctors and nurses, they finally diagnosed Lin Yixun’s condition—acute gastroenteritis. Fortunately, Leng Yixiu had discovered it in time, and Shengde’s best doctors were treating Lin Yixun. After an IV, her condition finally stabilized. The director, seeing Leng Yixiu soaked through, couldn’t help but ask, "President Leng, you’ve had a long night. Do you want to change clothes and rest next door for a while?" The man’s eyes fell on Lin Yixun lying on the hospital bed, and he shook his head, "No need."