Cen Lin wrote a prescription and handed it to Leng Yixiu, "For both internal and external use, just follow the dosage on the note. I have some matters to attend to, so I’ll be on my way." "I’ll have the driver take you." "No need, I drove here myself." Cen Lin walked to the master bedroom door, then suddenly stopped, turned back to Leng Yixiu and said, "I forgot to tell you, Cheng Ying came to the hospital to see me not too long ago. Her visits have been frequent lately, and it seems the dosage of her medication has increased significantly." The man’s face darkened. After a long silence, he finally spoke in a deep voice, "Okay, I understand. Thank you." "You don’t need to thank me. I just wanted to remind you, it would be best to cut through the tangled mess quickly and be upfront with Cheng Ying. Otherwise, even if it’s with good intentions, it might harm both of you." Cen Lin’s gaze lingered on Lin Yixun for a few seconds, then continued, "Furthermore, if you keep being ambiguous and don’t clarify things, your ex-wife here will never understand you." When Cen Lin returned to the country, Leng Yixiu had already divorced Lin Yixun, so she had never truly met this ex-wife of his. But recently, the affair between Lin Yixun and Ouyang Hao had been the talk of the town, and she occasionally browsed through the gossip news, so she remembered Lin Yixun’s appearance. Although there was some difference from the pictures, she was even thinner than in the photos. But the moment she saw Lin Yixun, she recognized her immediately. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel⸺fire.net It’s no wonder that Leng Yixiu was so nervous when he called earlier. Now thinking about it, only she could affect this seemingly heartless and cold man’s nerves this much. It indeed fulfills the saying that no matter how formidable a person is, there’s always someone capable of dealing with them. After Cen Lin dropped these words, she walked away cleanly, leaving Leng Yixiu stuck in an awkward dilemma. All along, he handled matters cleanly and efficiently, never dragging things out. Yet in this case, he felt powerless. On one side was Cheng Ying, and on the other side was Lin Yixun. To Cheng Ying, he had debts he could never repay, but to Lin Yixun, he couldn’t let go. He slowly walked to the bed, sat beside Lin Yixun, and gently stroked her cheek with his distinct fingers. His movements were so light, fearing that a bit more force might hurt her, yet in reality, he had indeed hurt her. In front of her, his proud self-control seemed entirely absent. As long as he thought of another person in her heart, he couldn’t control himself. He desperately wanted to remove that person from Lin Yixun’s heart, but love revealed that even if he stripped it to the bones, he couldn’t separate Lin Yixun’s love for that person. The more Lin Yixun couldn’t let go, the more infuriated he became, even losing his sanity over it. Thus, they fell into a vicious cycle: one was as stubborn as a rock, and the other stubbornly wanted to change everything. The end result could only be mutual pain and suffering. Yet, even so, he still couldn’t let go. It was like drinking poison to quench thirst, maintaining this nearly twisted relationship in such a harmful way. He smiled bitterly. Maybe he really was obsessed. If he wasn’t obsessed, why would he be so fixated on an enemy’s daughter? If he wasn’t obsessed, why couldn’t he, like five years ago, decisively cut all ties with Lin Yixun and remain indifferent to her? He always thought that since he could resolutely send Lin Yixun’s father to prison and sign the divorce papers without hesitation, he could completely remove Lin Yixun from his heart. He thought that five years would be enough to erase someone from his memory entirely, only to realize that those memories had accumulated over time, until one day, causing his rationality to vanish completely. What exactly was this? The man’s gaze slowly dropped, finally resting on Lin Yixun’s injured wrist. There was a deep mark around her wrist from excessive struggling, and although it had been a while, it still looked shocking. The man took the ointment that Cen Lin had left from the bedside table and gently applied it to her wound, murmuring softly, "Why can’t you just listen?" What he truly wanted to ask was: why can’t you love me? However, the words caught in his throat. Even he was ashamed to ask. Five years ago, Lin Yixun had given him her whole heart, but he didn’t want it and heartlessly trampled it. What right, what position did he have to ask such a question now? After applying the medicine for Lin Yixun, the man gently rubbed her wrist, being careful to avoid her injured area. His gaze never left Lin Yixun’s face. Seeing her pale face, a hint of pain crossed his eyes, and he began to feel regret. Maybe this time, he had really gone too far. Lin Yixun frowned in her sleep, as if dreaming of something painful. Even in unconsciousness, crystalline tears spilled from her eyes, staining the pillow. Seeing this, the man’s cold heart seemed to be peeled back layer by layer, causing him some pain. He bent down, his thin lips approaching Lin Yixun’s cheek and left a deep kiss on the corner of her eye. Even in your sleep, you’re crying. Just how much pain are you in, Lin Yixun?! Lin Yixun remained unconscious for a whole day. When she regained consciousness, it was already noon the following day. She slowly opened her eyes, and the familiar crystal chandelier came into view. She realized she had returned to Half Mountain Villa, back to Leng Yixiu’s cage. Everything that happened yesterday flashed through her mind like a movie as she regained clarity. The heated breaths, the bone-deep moans, and the desperate entanglement, each scene cut through her heart like a knife. When the pain reached its peak, it became numb, and thus, it didn’t hurt anymore. Desperate stillness enveloped her heart, and it was as simple as that. Lin Yixun stared blankly at the chandelier, her face ashen, feeling like all hope was lost. Everything was over—her dignity, her love, all her hopes were gone. Suddenly, her dull eyes flashed with a brightness, and she abruptly sat up. Ouyang Hao? What had happened to Ouyang Hao? His leg was severely injured. If not treated in time... Thinking about Ouyang Hao’s injury, tears burst from her eyes. She kept silently chanting Ouyang Hao’s name in her heart: Ouyang Hao, you’ll be alright, you’ll be alright!