The long, frightening, lonely night will always pass.
And the warm, bright morning sun will definitely rise.
Qin Yu pitifully hugged Wen Wu’s clothes for the entire night.
He forced himself to restrain the urge to get up and snatch Wu-wu back.
But the intense pain in his forehead still made him gasp.
Wu-wu… it hurts so much.
Why won’t you talk to me anymore?
The swelling pain in his forehead magnified the gloom and grievance in his heart.
Half-conscious, Qin Yu seemed to see his Wu-wu standing beside the bed, smiling at him.
He trembled as he stretched out his hand.
“Wu-wu, come here.”
“Why are you standing so far away from me?”
The man’s pained and aggrieved voice echoed in the quiet room.
He thought the girl would come back.
But she only stood there smiling at him.
“Hug me.”
“Why won’t you come hug me?”
I don’t feel well. My head hurts so badly.
Why won’t you comfort me?
No matter how Qin Yu pleaded and called out—
The girl only stood there blankly.
Seeing this, confusion and pain filled Qin Yu’s eyes.
After a miserable laugh in his heart, he made up his mind:Since she wouldn’t come to him — then he would go find her!
He immediately got out of bed, still holding Wen Wu’s clothes, and walked toward the figure.
Bang!
He slammed hard into a cabinet nearby.
The sudden collision instantly woke him.
Realizing it had only been his hallucination—
The faint light in Qin Yu’s eyes extinguished at once.
He returned to that lifeless state again.
He tightened his grip on the dress in his arms, afraid even it might be fake — just another illusion.
At that moment, Qin Yu realized his illness was probably acting up.
But he had always disdained taking medicine, and he rarely had episodes, so there was none at home.
Wu-wu told him to wait for her obediently at home.
So he couldn’t go to the hospital over something like this.
Suppressing the headache, Qin Yu picked up the bathrobe from the floor.
That afternoon, following Qin Yu’s orders, the butler had workers cover the entire floor with thick white carpets.
Just so Wen Wu wouldn’t catch cold walking barefoot.
Every carpet was top-luxury custom-made — hand-woven, with the highest cost in labor, time, and materials.
After putting on the robe, Qin Yu tightly fastened the belt.
Because he must uphold his “male virtue” and absolutely could not make Wu-wu sad.
He picked up the phone by the bedside and called his assistant.
Assistant Song had just finished organizing the last document. Seeing the computer clock read 2:00 AM, he took a deep breath.
Being a corporate drudge was hard.
Being the drudge of a huge listed company was even harder.
If not for the annual millions in salary and irregular bonuses—
This crappy job, even a dog wouldn’t—
Before he could finish the thought, the exclusive ringtone of the tyrant boss rang.
He immediately answered like a loyal lackey.
“President Qin.”
“Contact Dr. Chen and have him prescribe medicine. Deliver it to Tan Garden within an hour.”
“Ah? B-Boss… it’s already 2 AM, everyone’s asleep—”
“You can’t do it?”
“I can!”
“Of course I can!”
“Don’t worry, boss, mission guaranteed!”
Hearing his boss’s extremely violent, gloomy tone, the assistant agreed instantly.
If a dog wouldn’t do it — he would!
Millions in salary don’t fall from the sky.
The boss throws mud at me, I plant my salary with that mud.
After hanging up, the assistant resignedly grabbed his coat and risked being cursed out by Dr. Chen.
Fortunately, Dr. Chen was unreliable enough to still be at a bar.
Seeing the call, Chen Nian set down his glass.
“Hello, Assistant Song. What happened to Ah Yu?”
After a brief explanation, the call ended.
Chen Nian reluctantly rejected a beauty’s invitation and left the bar.
When the medicine finally arrived at Tan Garden, it was five minutes before the deadline.
The assistant let out a long sigh of relief.
Perfect mission complete — finally time to go sleep.
Qin Yu took the medicine and swallowed it without hesitation.
“President Qin, Dr. Chen said the first dose can be smaller. If it’s ineffective, increase gradually.”
The assistant carefully reported — but only the sound of the door closing answered him.
The medicine worked quickly.
Within ten minutes, his headache eased significantly.
After the long night, Qin Yu returned to bed exhausted, hugging Wen Wu’s clothes.
He wrapped himself tightly in the blanket and closed his eyes, waiting for tomorrow.
Wen Wu hadn’t slept well either, worried about Qin Yu.
The next morning, a faint discomfort came from her heart.
Her delicate brows knit slightly as she softly coaxed her own heart — hoping it would stay strong long enough for her to see Qin Yu.
“Sir.”
“Miss didn’t eat breakfast?”
Seeing the maid bring down the untouched breakfast, Father Wen hurriedly stopped her.
After confirming it, he panicked and rushed to Wen Wu’s door, knocking anxiously.
“Wu-wu, are you still not up?”
“Why didn’t you eat breakfast?”
“Are you still mad at Dad? You can hit me if you want.”
“Baby? Sweetheart?”
“Wu-wu, talk to Dad.”
Seeing no response, he was about to force the door open.
“Dad…”
“I’m not hungry. Stop knocking. I want to rest a bit.”
Knowing her father would go crazy with worry, Wen Wu spoke to comfort him.
But in Wen Cheng’s ears, she sounded pitiful.
“Wu-wu, is your heart acting up again?”
“Don’t endure it — tell Mom and Dad if you feel unwell.”
This time, Wen Wu didn’t reply.
She glanced at the clock.
8:30 AM.
She promised Qin Yu she would return today.
But her father clearly had no intention of letting her go.
The black-toned cold room was broken only by the fluffy carpets on the floor.
Late in the night, under the medicine’s effects, Qin Yu finally drifted into a hazy sleep.
Half dreaming, Wu-wu returned to his side.
They even registered their marriage and held a grand wedding.
From a godlike perspective, he watched himself say “I do” with excitement.
And his Wu-wu too —
Those three gentle yet firm words made his chest burn and tingle.
Just as the priest said he could kiss his bride—
Everything changed.
His beloved suddenly turned transparent.
Then disappeared completely before his terrified eyes.
He cried out helplessly:
“Wu-wu!!”
He jolted awake, sitting up and gasping.
Cold sweat covered his forehead; fear still lingered in his eyes.
Realizing it was already the next day, he stiffly turned to the clock.
8:39 AM.
The longing and obsession in his eyes deepened.
His grievance and vulnerability made him look painfully pitiful.
Wu-wu… didn’t you say you would come back today?
Then why… haven’t I seen you yet?