C8 Provoking Him!

"Get out of the car!" Murong Yu exited the vehicle and flung open the rear door. With a forceful shove, Ye Suhee was hurled onto the ground.

"Murong Yu! Don't abandon me."

The car door slammed shut, and as Ye Suhee gazed at the face showing no sign of regret, she felt as if her heart were bleeding.

"At a time like this, you're still wasting my time, Ye Suhee. I'm determined to go through with this marriage!"

The car sped off, leaving Ye Suhee in its wake, tears streaming down her face.

She lay on the ground, crying out to the receding car, "Murong Yu, are you blind? I love you so deeply, yet you're in love with a woman who has a heart of stone!"

The night was desolate, with few passersby. Ye Suhee struggled to her feet, her wrists scraped raw by the concrete, her body aching all over.

She stood by the roadside, frantically waving for a taxi, unwilling to miss any opportunity to hail one.

After a long trek, Ye Suhee finally caught a ride. By the time she reached the hospital, she was a complete mess. Her feet were blistered from the walk, so she slipped off her high heels and made her way to the ward she had been told about.

In the dimly lit hallway, she drew the stares of other pedestrians, but she paid them no mind.

Her entire world, her every hope, was tied to Murong Yu and the child she was carrying. Where Murong Yu was, she needed to be.

Pausing at the door to Ye Sunuan's ward, she caught sight of Murong Yu's icy silhouette and his flawlessly chiseled profile. He was deeply concerned for Ye Sunuan, his large hands enveloping hers, his face etched with worry.

Leaning against the doorframe, Ye Suhee watched the tender scene, feeling utterly foolish.

Her own husband was inside, caring for her sister, while she stood on the outside looking in.

"Murong Yu."

Her voice, cool and detached, echoed from behind him. Murong Yu's rigid posture tensed further. He turned around, his face grave.

Ye Suhee offered a wry smile. She could almost read the words 'haunting presence' in Murong Yu's expression.

Indeed, she was a haunting presence.

She approached Murong Yu deliberately, casting an indifferent glance at the figure in the bed. "Is she dead?"

"Get out." Murong Yu's discomfort was palpable as he took in her disheveled state and bare feet. He couldn't bear to see Ye Suhee looking so vulnerable.

He was supposed to be dominant, so much so that it could be off-putting.

And Ye Sunuan was meant to be fragile, fragile enough to evoke sympathy. Perhaps that's why he chose Ye Sunuan over the other. It must be for that reason.

"Why should I leave?" Ye Suhee cocked her head, exuding a rascally air. "Murong Yu, I mentioned I have something to tell you. Could you step out for a second?"

"What exactly do you want?"

Murong Yu clearly didn't trust Ye Suhee's words. He thought she was just causing trouble for the sake of it.

"Mr. Yu," the person in the bed began to put on a show. Ye Suhee wasn't in any rush; she had been playing a role since she walked through the door. Having seen right through Ye Sunuan, how could she be unaware?

Her delicate lashes quivered as she opened her clear eyes. Ye Sunuan gripped Murong Yu's hand tightly. "Mr. Yu, won't you stay with me, please?"

"Of course, don't worry. I'm not going anywhere!"

Murong Yu bent down and tenderly kissed her pristine forehead, his face radiating affection.

Ye Suhee's voice dripped with irony, "Little sister, flirting with my husband right in front of me doesn't seem quite ethical, does it?"

"Sister, you've come as well?" Ye Sunuan mustered all her effort to appear exceedingly vulnerable, her gaze towards Ye Suhee that of an innocent little rabbit. "Sister, could you perhaps consider this a plea? Mr. Yu and I are truly in love. Please, I'm begging you, give us your blessing."