Chapter 218: You Don't Know How Happy I Am

Finally, her gaze moved upward, slowly landing on Sheng Yu's face.

But why did that familiar face suddenly give her a feeling of strangeness at this moment?

It was so strange that she felt a chill in her heart, her entire chest going numb, followed by a fine, dense pain spreading from her heart, hurting so much that her eyes turned blood-red.

And that man finally crossed through the crowd, his gaze fixed rigidly on her at the doorway.

Seeing her bloodless face and red eyes, Sheng Yu broke through several doctors to reach her side almost instantly.

Ning Huaiqing held the child in her arms, looking at the man running toward Zhu Yuan in astonishment.

The expression on Sheng Yu's face was a panic she had never seen before.

He reached out, his fingertips trembling, "Yuanyuan."

Zhu Yuan seemed startled, hurriedly backing away, looking at him in disbelief.

Teetering tears fell, hitting the back of Sheng Yu's hand, scorching his skin.

Unlike when she cried bitterly in his arms a few days ago, the more she shed tears without a word, the more Sheng Yu felt as if something was slipping away; this feeling terrified him.

Like a drowning person seeing a straw to cling to, the moment fear struck, he stepped forward and pulled Zhu Yuan tightly into his arms, "Yuanyuan, listen to me..."

However, Zhu Yuan let out a painful cry in his arms, "Let go of me!"

That heart-wrenching pain seemed to want to tear her slender body apart, causing Sheng Yu's hands holding her to stiffen.

The child in the hospital room was probably frightened, crying out, "Daddy!"

Doctor Qiao Mai was quick-witted and immediately turned to close the hospital room door.

Zhu Yuan heard the child's call, and a trace of confusion appeared on her face.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

She looked at the gloomy and tense Sheng Yu, opened her mouth to speak, but the pain in her chest made her vision go black, and she lost consciousness.

"Yuanyuan!"

Inside the room, after Qiao Mai finished examining Zhu Yuan, he said to the man sitting by the bed, clutching Zhu Yuan's hand tightly, "Miss Zhu just fainted from a rush of anxiety; you don't need to worry."

"Get out." A voice without a shred of warmth.

Doctor Qiao Mai looked at the man's cold profile, nodded heavily, and took the nurses out.

Closing the hospital door behind him, Qiao Mai and Situ met eyes, both frowning in unison.

Enzo, who was nearby, had followed over when Zhu Yuan arrived at the hospital door and saw Sheng Yu and Ning Huaiqing's family of three.

He never imagined Miss Zhu would come to the hospital, and even less did he expect to see such a scene.

"Tu Ge, what exactly is going on? That child..."

When he first saw the scene in the room, Enzo wanted to convince himself it might be a mistake, but he couldn't convince himself of that regarding the child's appearance.

Not to mention that the child called Young Master Yu "Daddy."

He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan; since Situ wouldn't speak, he asked Qiao Mai, "Doctor Qiao, is that child really Young Master Yu's flesh and blood?"

He couldn't care about the occasion, nor whether his words were too blunt.

Doctor Qiao Mai gave him a heavy look.

Enzo understood, as if struck by lightning, and said frantically, "No, did Young Master Yu just find out, or did he know all along?"

"Last week, after he fell ill, he went to London."

Situ gritted his teeth; if he had reacted faster just now, he wouldn't have let Miss Zhu see that scene and faint from the shock; he was truly damned!

Hearing Situ say he had known for so many days, Enzo became even more restless, "This isn't Young Master Yu's style. Even if that is his flesh and blood, how could he agree to let Ning Huaiqing bring the child back?"

Although he wasn't very smart, he wasn't stupid either.

He could tell whether Young Master Yu had feelings for Ning Huaiqing; otherwise, he wouldn't have provoked Miss Zhu.

"It wasn't Young Master Yu who asked her to come back; she brought the sick child back to the country herself."

"Can't she be sent back now that she's in the country?"

Situ clenched his fists tightly, "Yesterday, when Young Master Yu learned that Ning Huaiqing had brought the child back to the country, he had already arranged for them to take a flight back to London. But he didn't expect the child to suddenly collapse at the Airport, making him unfit for travel."

Enzo was completely speechless.

It was truly as if even Heaven wasn't helping Young Master Yu.

He was now filled with self-reproach; if he had caught up to Miss Zhu a bit faster, would this have happened?

But he understood the principle that paper cannot wrap up fire.

This matter couldn't be hidden forever!

Enzo remembered that when the nurse came out just now, she was holding a tray with items on it, so he pressed Qiao Mai, "Why draw blood from Miss Zhu? She only fainted."

Qiao Mai was cryptic, "It was Young Master Yu's idea."

Sheng Yu gripped Zhu Yuan's hand tightly, his gaze moving from the tiny, almost invisible needle mark on the crook of her arm to her pale, colorless face.

Even though she had fainted and was unconscious, her brows remained tightly furrowed.

Sheng Yu raised his hand, his warm fingertips gently stroking her brows, trying to smooth them out, but the moment his fingertips touched her, Zhu Yuan's long, curled eyelashes trembled a few times.

However, she did not wake up.

Sleep, sleep, and when you wake up, nothing will have changed.

Yuanyuan, we are still the same as before.

A cell phone ringtone sounded in the quiet hospital room.

The phone Sheng Yu placed on the bedside table had its screen lit up, vibrating with the ringtone.

The not-so-loud sound made the brows of the unconscious Zhu Yuan furrow even deeper.

Sheng Yu picked up the phone expressionlessly, his cold eyes not even glancing at the caller ID, and the next second, the phone was smashed into the corner of the room.

With a bang, the phone shattered into pieces, and the annoying ringing finally stopped.

He picked up Zhu Yuan's hand and kissed the back of it.

"I won't let anyone disturb your rest."

Time passed minute by minute.

Sheng Yu stayed by the hospital bed for as long as Zhu Yuan slept, until she slowly drifted awake.

Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, Zhu Yuan was dazed for a moment. As the images from before she lost consciousness surfaced in her mind, Sheng Yu's extraordinarily handsome face leaned in close to her, his gaze as gentle as water, "Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhu Yuan looked at him quietly.

Those black and white eyes, which used to look at him with a smile and curve like crescent moons when she teased him or bickered with him, were so beautiful they made one's heart race.

But at this moment, there was not a hint of a smile, only endless coldness.

"Sheng Yu, let's break up."

The unexpected sentence made the tenderness in Sheng Yu's eyes seem instantly frozen.

The next second, his warm palm gently stroked her smooth, full forehead, slowly sliding down to caress the delicate skin of her cheek, and he said in a low voice, "Don't say angry things, Yuanyuan, it's impossible for us to break up."

Zhu Yuan's eyes grew hot, and she avoided his hand.

Sheng Yu lowered his head and planted a kiss on her forehead, his palm gently covering her lower abdomen through the quilt, and he said softly, "You are pregnant, Yuanyuan; you don't know how happy I am."