C3 She Didnt Deserve to Cry Nor Did She Have the Face to Cry!

Once the esteemed young master of the Yeh family, Yeh Xizhe had been reduced to selling his blood to pay for his sister's medical treatment!

This revelation, paired with an image of Yeh Xizhe drawing blood and counting money with his head bowed, caused Yeh Xirann's pent-up tears to suddenly overflow.

Brother...

It now made sense why Yeh Xizhe looked so pale earlier. It explained why only the two siblings were in the hospital room, and why he insisted on personally making the porridge...

Yeh Xirann, fighting back her tears, shakily typed "Yeh's Embroidery" into the search bar.

The Yeh family had long been in the embroidery business, and despite the industry's lukewarm reputation, they had thrived.

They boasted a renowned team for handcrafted custom work, as well as machinery for mass production, establishing a solid market presence.

Yeh Xizhe wasn't the type to be reckless. Even if he wasn't adept at managing the company, it was unthinkable that he could have squandered such a vast enterprise in just six months.

The most circulated news related to "Yeh's Embroidery" on social media was the acquisition announcement from Mu Yanchen.

"Yeh Xirann, I urge you to keep in line. Should anything happen to this child, the Yeh family will pay dearly!"

Mu Yanchen's icy warning resurfaced from the depths of her memory, dominating her every thought.

He had indeed followed through with his threat, even though none of this was her fault...

Yeh Xirann tossed her phone aside, tilted her head back, and forced her eyes wide open, refusing to let the tears escape again, swallowing all the bitterness within.

The downfall of her family was her fault! Her brother's suffering was all because of her!

She had loved and trusted the wrong person...

She didn't deserve to cry, nor did she have the right to.

Yeh Xizhe soon returned, bringing her favorite dish – a pot of hearty porridge.

"Take your time, I'll feed you this meal."

Despite having just stepped out, Yeh Xizhe's smile was as wide as ever. He carefully scooped up half a spoonful of porridge, cooled it with his breath, and gently offered it to Yeh Xirann.

Yeh Xirann accepted the phone in silence.

Her heart ached, and every morsel tasted bitter, yet she compelled herself to eat more.

If the heavens had spared her life, it was surely a sign they were offering her a second chance.

Whether it was to make amends or to seek vengeance, she knew she needed to quickly restore her health to its prime.

Yeh Xizhe smiled with satisfaction as he watched the small bowl empty before him, swiftly polishing off the leftover porridge.

His sister's health was far better than the doctors had predicted; she was eating more than expected.

Once sated, Yeh Xirann took a moment to observe Yeh Xizhe closely.

He had grown considerably thinner over the last six months. His normally clear eyes were now laced with red veins, and his pale complexion only accentuated his weary appearance.

He was wearing the hoodie she had bought him before her wedding.

Back then, her mind was consumed with thoughts of Mu Yanchen, never once considering the extent of her brother's sacrifices for her.

But now, having narrowly escaped death, it was her turn to protect her brother and reclaim all that was rightfully theirs.

...

On a Monday morning, the entrance to Mu's Building buzzed with employees hurrying to swipe their cards and start their workday.

Clad in her favorite champagne-colored down jacket, Yeh Xirann sat leisurely on a sofa in the waiting area, sipping her coffee.

The long coma had taken its toll; despite the spark returning to her eyes, they still betrayed a hint of fragility. She skillfully masked her pallor with a touch of makeup and concealed her frail frame beneath the voluminous down jacket, managing to look presentable.

As the morning rush subsided, the entrance grew quiet.

Finishing her coffee, Yeh Xirann stood up, folder in hand, and approached the front desk.

"Could you please get in touch with Assistant Guan for me?" she asked politely. "Tell him Rann needs his assistance. Thank you."