"Dong Dabao, may you never rest in peace!" "Phoenix Blood, it was clearly mine, mine!" "You just got lucky, you just picked up a bargain; you exploited my vulnerability!" Her mind was increasingly in disarray, blood spurted continuously from her mouth, and she even felt that she might be close to death. "I’ll ask one more time, Liang Shujun, where is he? He suffered a head injury and fell unconscious, but he hasn’t woken up. Did you abandon him, or did you deliberately hide him away? This kind of lie is full of holes, do you think I’m an idiot? Do you really think I’d fall for that!?" She was about to go mad with rage. Just thinking about what Shujun had endured made it impossible for her to remain calm. She grabbed He Su’s hair and hoisted her face to face with her own, only to see He Su’s face filled with shock. It was at that moment someone seized her arm: "Baobao—!" She paused, then turned around with red-rimmed eyes, only to see Liang Zhichen wearing a mask, his eyes filled with helplessness. "It’s already been found out, Shujun..." His eyes sharpened as the cunning he had always hidden was now fully revealed! Previously, when Baobao kidnapped He Su, Liang Zhichen had interrogated Aunt Zhao. Aunt Zhao was stubborn, but could not withstand some of the measures he employed. He spoke with a hoarse voice, pausing after every word: "Shujun, was tied up on a horse by the coachman from He Mansion and was thrown away!" Dong Huiying’s face turned deathly pale in an instant. Her form wavered, and she almost collapsed to the ground. Liang Zhichen quickly caught her. His eyes turned red; he had been tormented by that dream for days. He was preoccupied with how to deal with Pei Yu’s matter, but he had neglected something else. He had assumed that He Su, fond of the Third Brother and having designs on him, at least meant no danger would befall the Third Brother under her watch. But who could have anticipated... Even a wise man cannot foresee all. It was only now that Liang Zhichen realized just how perilous those previous thoughts had been. He was wrong, terribly wrong! He had foolishly placed his hopes in someone else! It seemed the shock had affected him deeply. He admitted to himself that the dreams of the Third Brother dying because of Pei Yu, those matters had really oppressed him; and Baobao, the Third Brother’s feelings for Baobao, the Fourth and Fifth Brothers, and even the Sixth Brother... all kinds of things, especially the Premonition Dreams, had left him troubled! Even the best of human efforts can come to naught, and in such a situation, he had let his guard down. Even though he had done his utmost to have Su Lang help him search, the end result turned out . At that moment, someone tugged at his sleeve. "Liang Zhichen... where was Shujun thrown? When did it happen? He... was he awake at the time, or..." She dared not think further. Shujun had suffered a head injury, fallen unconscious, and then been abandoned... What if, just what if... Liang Zhichen took a deep breath. "Let’s go, I’ll take you to find him. We... we will bring Shujun home..." Although he had not answered directly, sorrow enveloped her heart. That incredibly beautiful man, who would call out to her as Baobao, as if she truly were his treasured one, the man who would act petulant and coquettish towards her, he... "Right, we... we will go... go bring him home..." Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears. Being a doctor, she had seen her share of life and death, but those people were strangers to her. Only at this moment did she suddenly realize that even if she didn’t love him, she had accepted him, letting him become a part of her life. Even if just as a friend. But now she had lost him, lost him...