When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 242: Who is the Person Behind the Scenes?

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Who is the Person Behind the Scenes?

Late at night, the arrival of one person disrupted the quiet of an entire floor at a private hospital in the city center.

When the door to the ward was kicked open, Xie Anyu reflexively turned her head to look at the entrance.

"Pei Yan?"

Hearing this name, Lu Chen on the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes.

Following closely, accompanied by Xie Anyu’s exclamation, his entire body was lifted up by a strong force.

"Tell me, who is the person behind you!"

Pei Yan looked anything but human, his expression grim, eyes lined with crimson blood vessels, his presence chilling, reminiscent of a demon crawled out from hell.

Xie Anyu was so frightened she dared not move, her gaze fixed on the hand that was gripping Lu Chen’s collar tightly.

His well-defined fingers cast a chilling light in the lamp’s glow; the veins on the back of Pei Yan’s hand were bulging. Those who knew him well understood this was a sign that his emotions were compressed to the brink of eruption.

What had happened?

"Speak!" Pei Yan squeezed Lu Chen’s neck and suddenly exerted force.

Seeing that he was serious, Xie Anyu nearly cried out, "Pei Yan, calm down. Lu Chen is injured; he’s very weak. Don’t let this result in a fatality."

A fatality.

Pei Yan sneered, "Get out."

His voice was bone-chillingly cold. Xie Anyu took two steps back and stumbled out, intending to call for help.

At the door, Lu Chen, struggling to speak, said, "Stay outside and don’t let the nurses or doctors come in."

He was speaking to Xie Anyu.

She looked at Lu Chen in surprise, not understanding what he meant. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Get out."

Lu Chen was having difficulty breathing, his face turning blue, enduring severe pain while still maintaining his sanity, pushed to his limit.

With the departure of Xie Anyu, the door closed tightly.

The air suddenly fell into dead silence.

Their conversation inside lasted for a full half hour.

That half-hour was undoubtedly more agonizing for Xie Anyu than any other time.

She didn’t know what had happened between Pei Yan and Lu Chen.

But she was almost certain that Lu Chen’s severed finger was largely related to Pei Yan.

When Xie Anyu arrived at the hospital the previous night, Lu Chen had already been stitched up. He lay quietly and weakly in the hospital bed, looking nothing like his usual vibrant self.

Sensing movement by his side, he slowly opened his eyes, and merely said to her, "Help me hire a nurse, thank you."

Even as a boyfriend, Lu Chen always maintained such a distant politeness with her.

Seeing him so badly injured, how could she feel at ease about leaving.

Regarding his injury, Lu Chen remained tight-lipped with her.

Xie Anyu knew that if he had decided not to speak, no amount of questioning would help. She thought of waiting for his injuries to heal, then finding an opportunity to communicate slowly.

However, before her thoughts could settle, Pei Yan burst in unexpectedly.

She had never seen Pei Yan in an episode before. She had heard that when people with violent disorders lose control, they can do something as extreme as take a life with a knife.

Xie Anyu, witnessing Pei Yan’s demonic state, was scared cold.

Just now, she even thought that if she didn’t intervene, Pei Yan might really kill Lu Chen.

Unexpectedly, Lu Chen was calmer than she had imagined.

The feeling was like the time she had witnessed him skillfully navigating a tough negotiation with a rival, step by step.

Before long, a nurse came over with a report in hand.

Xie Anyu quickly got up to meet her, "I’m Lu Chen’s family member. Hand it to me, please; the patient is resting."

The nurse nodded and briefly explained the test results to her. All the indicators were normal; a light diet was recommended during the wound healing period, and after discharge, the wound should be kept clean and dry.

Xie Anyu noted everything down. After thanking the nurse, she turned around just as someone opened the door to the sickroom.

Pei Yan.

She stood silently in front of the chair, her hand holding the report trembling slightly at her side.

It wasn’t until that cold silhouette had completely disappeared into the elevator that Xie Anyu slowly exhaled, and coming back to her senses, realized that in just those few short seconds, her back had become completely drenched.

The doctor said Lu Chen’s finger fracture was severe. Even if it were forcibly reattached, it would inevitably affect his life in the future.

For a programmer, fingers are such a crucial part.

This was just too cruel for Lu Chen.

What kind of person could be so heartless?

If it really was Pei Yan who did it...

Xie Anyu dared not think about it, let alone want to.

He was just too terrifying.

When she pushed the door open, Lu Chen had already gone to sleep.

He lay on his side, his back to the door, breathing evenly, as if everything he had just been through was not enough to stir the slightest emotion in him.

Xie Anyu didn’t disturb him and instead found a chair to sit by the bed, counting the time as she endured the long night.

The next morning, news of the ex-wife of Zhizhen Chairman’s suicide quickly spread, and although it didn’t make headlines, it still garnered the attention of many stock investors.

Lin Zhen had rarely shown herself in public during her lifetime, and the general public knew very little about her.

A decline in stock prices was inevitable, but the topic of conversation among people, aside from their sighs of regret, was nothing more than an added element of mystery to the tales of high society’s secrets.

The sickroom was extremely quiet.

Ever since hearing that news, Lu Chen had risen to stand in front of the window, holding a cup of water in one hand, his indifferent gaze resting quietly on the distant skyscrapers, his whole being unusually silent, his thoughts plunging into an endless abyss.

He had never imagined that, in the span of one night, that person could be so ruthless.

He had thought the incidents with Yaoyao were just a coincidence, but now he was almost certain that both matters were the work of the same individual.

What deep hatred could drive someone to such lengths?

Lu Chen recalled Pei Yan’s abrupt intrusion into the sickroom last night to confront him. He had assumed the root of it all was because of Yaoyao, but he hadn’t realized there was another reason.

On the night of the summit, he was staying in a downtown hotel. When he emerged from the bathroom, the girl was already lying unconscious on his bed.

The moment he saw the girl, his body felt like it had been set ablaze, and an unfamiliar yet eerily familiar sensation made it easy to guess that he had been drugged.

The person seemed to want to help him, not only knowing his desires well but also delivering someone right to him.

Lu Chen stepped closer, stopping at the edge of the large bed, and bent down. His trembling fingers gently caressed the girl’s cheek.

If only she had been willing.

Unfortunately, it was all just an illusion cloaked in deceit and trickery.

Lu Chen suppressed the urging fire within him, even biting his lips until they bled. He did not want to hurt her, and yet another voice at the bottom of his heart echoed like the devil in his mind, telling him that once this night was over, she would be his.

Some thoughts, once they take root, spread like wildfire, wildly flourishing.

At that moment, he truly wanted to cast aside moral boundaries and his pride deep within, to have her by such despicable means.

But could he truly have her?

Lu Chen bitterly smirked in self-mockery.

He slowly bent down, greedily inhaling the sweet scent from the girl’s hair. There was a magic about her that made one willing to jump into the abyss, knowing full well there was no bottom, without any hesitation.