Only after Meng Zhi’s emotions gradually stabilized did the man cast a look toward Duan Yang, who had been silently standing in the hospital room, signaling him to leave.
Duan Yang took the hint and stepped out into the corridor, with Shang Shiyan following closely behind.
“Have you found out the cause of the car accident?”
Duan Yang lowered his head and answered truthfully.
“We’re still investigating. The vehicle was severely damaged in the crash, and the dashcam inside also took a considerable impact.”
“Officer Huo is currently contacting relevant technical personnel to handle data recovery. It will take at most a week.”
Shang Shiyan’s gaze was icy cold, seemingly dissatisfied with Duan Yang’s answer.
“Too slow.”
Cold sweat trickled down Duan Yang’s back, and he didn’t know how to respond.
Fortunately, Shang Shiyan didn’t press further. Instead, he gave his orders in a low voice.
“Keep following up on this. Report to me immediately if there’s any lead.”
“Yes.”
Duan Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
It felt like he’d lived another day!
Just as Shang Shiyan was continuing to brief Duan Yang—
Hurried footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
“Zhizhi, my precious Zhizhi, wuwuwu!!”
A worried voice grew closer, and a tall, slender figure appeared before Shang Shiyan and Duan Yang.
The woman was Shu Yang, Meng Zhi’s best friend.
Shu Yang had gone abroad to study right after high school. She’d rushed back this time upon hearing the news of Meng Zhi’s accident.
Her eyes were swollen like peaches, and she arrived covered in the dust of travel.
The eldest daughter of the Shu family had a completely bare face, with a suitcase still in her hand.
The moment she reached Shang Shiyan, she couldn’t hold back and hurled a barrage of questions at him.
“What the hell happened? Wasn’t my Zhizhi supposed to go get her marriage certificate with that bastard Shang Ye? Why would she get into a car accident out of nowhere…”
Even though she was extremely worried, Shu Yang was also afraid of making too much noise and disturbing Meng Zhi’s rest.
Her voice trembled uncontrollably as she desperately tried to keep it low.
The string of questions made Shang Shiyan feel it was noisy.
The man frowned almost imperceptibly, but mindful that she was Meng Zhi’s best friend, he suppressed the impatience in his tone and replied simply.
“The doctor will be here soon. He’ll explain Zhizhi’s current condition to you.”
Shu Yang’s mind was entirely consumed with worry for Meng Zhi, so she overlooked Shang Shiyan’s oddly intimate way of addressing her.
The wait for Fu Yuan to arrive felt unbearably long to Shu Yang.
“Zhizhi has never been sick a day in her life, and she’s always been afraid of pain. Getting hurt this badly this time—she must be in so much agony…”
“Is this doctor even reliable? Zhizhi’s injuries are so severe—she won’t be left with scars, right? No, I should contact the most famous doctors in the country. No, I should gather all the top specialists together and have them hold a consultation…”
Shu Yang was completely panicked, pacing back and forth in front of Shang Shiyan.
Hot tears welled in her eyes as she spoke, as if she were about to fall apart entirely.
Watching her like this, Shang Shiyan frowned, his expression growing colder by the moment.
His tightly pressed lips and darkened face betrayed his displeasure and irritation.
“I brought you back to visit the patient, not to cause chaos.”
With her carrying on like this, anyone would think something terrible had happened to Meng Zhi.
If someone with ill intentions took advantage of this, who knew what kind of storm it could stir up.
Clearly, Shu Yang also realized she was too worked up—but heaven knew how devastated she’d been when she received the news.
When she received Shang Shiyan’s call and heard him describe what happened to Meng Zhi, she felt as if a piece of her heart had been gouged out. She nearly stumbled and fell while walking down the street.
Shu Yang had barely recovered before she frantically rushed to book a flight.
Then she was informed that there were no more flights to the country. If Shang Shiyan hadn’t arranged for his private jet, she would still be stuck in Country M, worrying and crying helplessly.
But wait—wasn’t her precious Zhizhi usually afraid of Shang Ye’s little uncle?
Shu Yang frowned, her gaze covertly sizing up Shang Shiyan.
This man wasn’t just good-looking—he was exceptionally handsome. A total catch!
His features were refined and sculpted, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, plus an innate air of aristocratic elegance.
Even if you threw a burlap sack on him, he’d still make it look like haute couture.
It was just that his keep-away-from-me aura made him incredibly hard to approach.
Shu Yang had always assumed Shang Shiyan would be uncomfortable with—or even dislike—Zhizhi.
After all, given the Shang family’s status, the Meng family marrying their daughter into it was truly marrying up.
But now that she looked at it, she felt it was quite the opposite?
Just as Shu Yang was lost in thought, Fu Yuan approached, staring at Shang Shiyan with a resentful, aggrieved expression.
“I’m a very busy man—”
He barely got the words out before Shu Yang eagerly grabbed his hand.
“You’re Zhizhi’s primary physician, right? How is she now? Where is she injured? Is it serious? How long until she recovers?”
Fu Yuan was a bit stunned by the barrage of questions.
He furrowed his brow, his gaze covertly darting toward Shang Shiyan.
As if asking where on earth he’d found such a handful.
“Why are you looking at him? I’m the one asking you!”
Shu Yang looked like she was about to press her entire face against his.
Seeing the suddenly magnified beautiful face, Fu Yuan’s expression clearly turned uncomfortable.
He pressed his lips together, trying to step back, but the woman held him tightly, forcing him to take a deep breath.
“Miss, please calm down first.”
Shu Yang frowned. Where was she not calm?
A flicker of displeasure passed through her eyes, but when she noticed their distance, she blinked guiltily.
Okay… maybe she was a little.
She awkwardly let go. “Fine, go ahead and talk!”
Fu Yuan coughed lightly and recounted Meng Zhi’s current condition to Shu Yang in full detail.
He also made a point to warn her: “Her condition is a bit special right now. When she wakes up and you meet her, absolutely do not provoke her. And be especially careful—don’t force her to accept your point of view, or it might make her confused memories even more chaotic.”
“Confused memories?”
Shu Yang sharply caught the key phrase in Fu Yuan’s words, and her previously relaxed mood tightened again.
“Why are her memories confused? How confused are they?”
Faced with her bewildered questioning, Fu Yuan guiltily glanced at Shang Shiyan.
Seeing that his expression remained indifferent with no reaction, he laid everything out.
“She’s now convinced that the man in front of you is her husband…”
Shu Yang: ??
Her eyes flew wide open, and for a moment, she felt like an atomic bomb had gone off in her brain.
That was way too confused.
Her baby was truly bold.
Daring to offend even Shang Shiyan, that cold-hearted, unfeeling Buddha?
But then…
Shu Yang’s gaze drifted toward the man.
Why did she get the feeling that not only was the man not repulsed, he actually seemed to approve of and even enjoy it?
Shu Yang was completely dumbfounded.
The upper circles were really too messy.
Amazing!
Shang Shiyan was Shang Ye’s own uncle, and her precious baby was Shang Ye’s fiancée—everyone around them knew that.
Could it be that he intended to snatch his own nephew’s fiancée?
So… did this man truly have feelings for Zhizhi?