Free Web NovelChapter 942: Chapter 939: When Paths Collide (Part 1)
That night, Yan Xixi had insomnia.
It wasn’t because of worry or unnecessary anxiety. In fact, she was quite at ease: after all, Wan Donglin was awake, and she could stay by his side. Despite the severe situation, isn’t it true that there’s nothing more significant than death?
Yet, she still had insomnia.
The doctor said that during this period, Wan Donglin needed to rest quietly, without exerting too much mental effort, and should sleep and rest well. She had so much to say, but didn’t dare disturb him.
After a while, she thought he was asleep and got up quietly on tiptoe.
"Xixi."
She was taken aback and said softly, "Brother Donglin, you’re not asleep yet?"
He sighed quietly, thinking that their time together was so precious. Wouldn’t it be a huge waste to spend it sleeping? Besides, she had been breathing rapidly beside him, clearly restless with the rhythm of insomnia. So why make her endure it?
He casually turned on the light and said gently, "Xixi, I’m a bit thirsty. Could you get me a cup of hot tea?"
"But... Brother Donglin, is it okay to drink hot tea in the middle of the night?"
He was enthusiastic: "Xixi, have a cup with me."
She laughed and really went to make two cups of clear tea.
Deep in the night, the tea went down, and they both became completely awake.
He patted the space next to him: "Xixi, come up here."
She hesitated a bit since it was a hospital bed and not very large. Wan Donglin was already quite tall, and squeezing in would be quite cramped.
"Brother Donglin, I’m afraid I’ll crowd you."
He smiled warmly: "I have a head injury, but the other injuries are already of no concern. Xixi, come up here, I haven’t held you in a long time."
She no longer hesitated and immediately got on the bed.
With limited space, they had to squeeze together. He simply reached out and gently embraced her. She snuggled in his arms, leaning lightly against the headboard, and suddenly felt a sense of relief.
In the dim light, he gazed at her, noticing her long eyelashes lowered and her soft fingers gripping his fingers, their fingers intertwined.
"Xixi, are you worried about Huang Xiaojue?"
She was straightforward: "Yes, I’ve been thinking about whether the person who warned me might be him..."
Wan Donglin was actually quite relieved by her straightforward attitude.
"Xixi, you don’t need to think anymore, it’s definitely him."
"..."
She whispered, "How could that be? Zhou Ting is so formidable, would he dare to offend her? Besides, with such confidential matters..."
Wan Donglin suddenly looked out into the darkness beyond the window. Huang Xiaojue was like the weather in this city—damp, soft, and never having intense ups and downs with scorching sun or heavy snow. But don’t forget, they rely on chili peppers to maintain warmth in their very bones.
Afraid of Zhou Ting?
NO! Absolutely not.
If he ever feared in his life, it was fearing Huang Ma, fearing Yan Xixi—because of love, he would feel fear, weakness, and make repeated compromises and concessions—but for someone you don’t love, why be afraid of them?
Long after the "kidnapping incident," Wan Donglin understood that Huang Xiaojue feared no one—be it risking his future, even his life, he didn’t mind, not hesitating to wield connections through a multinational company for mutual destruction.
How could such a man truly kneel at Zhou Ting’s feet for wealth and power?
In some way, he was even more desperate and indifferent to consequences than Wan Donglin.
He said in a deep voice, "There’s no doubt Huang Xiaojue gave the warning, but because of this, his situation might become even more difficult. If Zhou Ting doesn’t find evidence, that’s one thing—but if she does, not only he, but his family might find themselves in dire straits."
