C22 Internal Strife

Thinking about what Tang Yiyang had said yesterday, he had to go to his house today, so he walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus.

Shen Chuwei sat beside him and played with her phone to kill time. Her phone vibrated and she received a call.

Seeing that it was Tang Yiyang's, her slender fingers swept across the screen. "What's wrong?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was still low, as if it did not contain any emotions. "Get in the car."

Hearing this, Shen Chuwei raised her head in confusion. Sure enough, a military jeep stopped in front of the station. The window rolled down and she looked into his dark eyes.

Shen Chuwei walked over, opened the car door, and got into the car. "What's wrong?"

Tang Yiyang started the car, glanced at the time that was almost five o'clock, and stepped on the accelerator.

Could this man be following her?

As soon as the car arrived at the hospital, Shen Chuwei jumped out, asked Tang Yiyang a simple question, and ran up.

Only then did Shen Chuwei realize the seriousness of the matter. There were two people standing at the door of the ward, and there was a commotion inside.

"I don't want to take any medicine. I want my sister. All of you, go away!"

At his age, he was lacking in motherly love, and Shen Chuwei's appearance just so happened to fill in this vacancy.

Shen Chuwei strode in, and the nurse saw someone coming, as if she had seen her savior. "The fever has subsided a lot, but she won't take any medicine no matter what. The patient is still feverish..."

Hearing that she was almost recovered, Shen Chuwei heaved a sigh of relief. "Sorry for the trouble. Leave it to me."

Murong still had an IV drip in his hand. His lips were pale, and there were still two dark circles under his beautiful eyes.

Murong's eyes were clearly filled with fear, but he endured it with an obedient look. His gaze was fixed on Tang Yiyang, who was staring at the door.

Shen Chuwei's heart was soft, her long fingers covered Murong's soft hair: "Why aren't you taking your medicine when you're sick?"

Murong looked at her, then lowered his head, his voice muffled: "I'm afraid that big sister won't come after you recover."

When Shen Chuwei heard this, she felt even more guilty, so she apologized, "I'm sorry, something happened to big sister two days ago, so I didn't come to see you..."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind her, "So you can use your body to threaten me?"

Shen Chuwei's eyes met his, and her heart suddenly shrank. He said coldly, "If there is a next time, don't even think about seeing her again."

Shen Chuwei hesitated for a moment before pushing him out. "Leave this to me. I'll handle it."

Shen Chuwei sat at the side and handed the medicine to Murong.

Murong happily poured the medicine into his mouth. Tang Yiyang's expression eased up slightly, and only then did he leave.

Murong used his hand to grab her hand and placed it under the blanket, and said with a pained heart: "Sister, are you feeling very cold running over here?"

It was almost winter, and the weather was getting much colder.

Hearing him say this, Shen Chuwei turned her head, her eyes slightly red.

"I'm not cold. Zhenzhen, you have to remember to sleep in the future. Don't let yourself get sick again, okay?"

Why wasn't this child hers?

Otherwise, she would have to raise him no matter what.

Murong said with a smile: "I really know, if big sister always sleeps with Zhenzhen."

The corner of Shen's mouth curled up into a faint smile. It could be seen that Zhenzhen was very clingy to her, and that she was almost inseparable from her.

After playing with Murong for a while, Shen Chuwei carefully asked, "Zhenzhen, where's your mother?"

Murong narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and said: "I don't know either, I haven't seen my mother since I was born, everyone in school says I'm an illegitimate child, a child without a mother."

Shen Chuwei paused, and her heart softened even more. Perhaps, only Shen Chuwei, who had experienced the same thing as him, would know the pain inside.

When Shen Chuwei was young, her parents had been so busy that they didn't attend parent-teacher conferences. That was how she had been scolded.

"I'm sorry." Shen Chuwei didn't know why she apologized to him.

"Tomorrow is my parent-teacher conference. Sister, can you come with me?" Murong grabbed her hand, his eyes flickering with hope.

"Me." It was not good for Shen Chuwei to reject him, seeing Murong's almost begging eyes, she agreed: "Alright."

Murong still needed to rest for a day before he could be discharged from the hospital. At night, after calming Murong to sleep, Shen Chuwei finally heaved a sigh of relief and walked out.

At the door, the man stood straight with his hands in his pockets, exuding a cold aura.

Shen Chuwei walked over and stood in front of him. "Zhenzhen is already asleep. It's time to go back."

Tang Yiyang's face was stern, and when he saw her, his eyes revealed a hint of ruthlessness: "Who told you to mention his mother?"

Shen Chuwei was forcefully pressed against the wall by him. Her shoulders were controlled, and her eyes met his. Tang Yiyang's words were filled with danger.

It turned out that he had been listening outside. Shen Chuwei felt as if she had been caught.

"I was just asking. Besides, he didn't answer me."

Tang Yiyang asked coldly, "Who gave you the guts to ask this?"

Shen Chuwei's heart trembled as she looked at his cold face.

Tang Yiyang was angry, especially angry.

"Sorry, I won't ask anymore."

Shen Chuwei did not expect to touch his bottom line.

The man's hand continued to clench until her bones hurt. In the end, he let go of her.

Shen Chuwei felt as if she had just survived a disaster when he let go of her. She touched her shoulder blade that was slightly painful.

At the same time, Shen Chuwei could also see in her heart that the so-called woman was also an existence that could not be mentioned in Tang Yiyang's eyes.

She was a little curious about what kind of woman would leave such a good husband and son behind.

If it was her...

Shen Chuwei lowered her head. This idea had yet to form in her mind, but she had already chased it away.

What was she thinking?

Shen Chuwei accompanied Murong to sleep for the night. When she woke up in the middle of the night, the lights in the ward were still bright, and Murong had already fallen asleep. His brows were relaxed, and there was a faint smile on his face.

It could be seen that he was probably having a beautiful dream. She did not know what he was dreaming about.

Shen Chuwei tucked him in. The corridor was empty, and for some reason, she felt annoyed. In a bad mood, she walked to the window and pushed it open, letting the night wind in.

Facing the wind, Shen Chuwei's eyes became gentler.

Her thoughts were like a tide, thinking about how she had lived like this more than twenty years ago.

Her chest still seemed to be in pain.

Family?

Love?

She had been married to Cong Han for three years, and it was also an abyss of pain.

In fact, when everyone was still immature, there was always a god-like existence. It was just that she played a good guitar in the evening, and her clear voice defeated her just like that.

From the corner of her eye, a touch of softness was pulled out. Feeling a little cold, Shen Chuwei closed the window.

The stairs were very dark, and just as Shen Chuwei was about to turn around and leave, someone spoke up in the darkness, breaking the silence.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

Shen Chuwei was shocked, she subconsciously turned to look at the source of the voice, it was Tang Yiyang.

He sat on the ground, his shadows folded together. He held a cigarette in his hand. Although his expression could not be seen, he did not look very happy.

She frowned. Shouldn't Tang Yiyang have gone back long ago?

Shen Chuwei stood in front of him. In the darkness, she could not see his expression clearly. She could vaguely see that he was lighting a cigarette in his hand.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

It was a cold night in late autumn, and he sat here alone all night in a military coat?

Seeing that he didn't stand up, Shen Chuwei followed him and sat down beside him. She saw that the expression on his face was still indifferent.

His brows were tightly knitted, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Did he really fall asleep?"

Shen Chuwei nodded. She paused for a moment, then suddenly thought of something and said carefully.

"Actually, you also care a lot about Zhenzhen, right?"

There was a moment of silence in the air. Just as Shen Chuwei was about to say something else, Tang Yiyang seemed to have heard a joke.