Chapter 70: Zhao Qingwu, Who Vanished Together

Han Mo and Lin Mo quickly carried the unconscious He Zheyu into the car. Han Mo pushed the car to its limits, speeding through so many red lights that he lost count; all he knew was that He Zheyu’s life was more important than anything else.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yiya was at home, watching the headlines. A photo of Mo Qinghan jumping off Shuihui Bridge lifted her spirits. She gently sipped the coffee she had just brewed, her mood unusually bright. She instructed the housemaid to bring in some flowers blooming in the garden, found a plain vase, and carefully trimmed the pale pink blossoms piled on the table. Suddenly, she paused mid-cut and asked Mrs. Li, “Is Qingwu still locked in his room?”

Mrs. Li shook her head. “No, I don’t know when the young master slipped out the study window. The master still hasn’t found him.”

Mo Qinghan was gone, and Zhao Yiya guessed that Zhao Qingwu would need some time to come to terms with it. Rather than having him glare at her with hatred every day, it would be better for him to work through his feelings elsewhere and return once he’d made peace with Mo Qinghan’s fate. Perhaps then, the relationship between brother and sister would no longer be so strained. Feeling cheerful, Zhao Yiya said, “I understand. Go on with your work.”

No sooner had she spoken than a sharp thorn on a branch pricked her hand, drawing blood. She sucked the wound and heard her phone ring nearby; the screen displayed He Yurou’s name. Setting down the scissors, she answered the call and immediately heard He Yurou’s anxious voice: “Yiya, my uncle has been hospitalized. Will you come see him?”

Zhao Yiya sprang up like a coil, urgently asking, “Where?”

He Yurou replied, “Junyu Hospital.”

Upon hearing the answer she wanted, Zhao Yiya hung up at once, not bothering to change her shoes as she rushed out. Zhao Guangxiong, emerging from the study upstairs, saw her leaving in a hurry and complained, “Qingwu is nowhere to be found, and she doesn’t even bother looking. All she knows is running about outside.”

Zhao’s mother, coming from the kitchen, asked, “Where did she go? She was just here arranging flowers, and now she’s vanished.”

“Daughter, daughter—you only care about her! You don’t even know when Qingwu left. What kind of mother are you?” Zhao Guangxiong rebuked her angrily, then retreated to the study, slamming the door so hard the whole villa shook. Downstairs, Zhao’s mother wiped away tears of grievance.

Once at the hospital, Zhao Yiya immediately called He Yurou to ask which room He Zheyu was in. He Yurou told her it was Room 306 in the deluxe ward section.

When she arrived, she saw He Yurou, Han Mo, and Lin Mo standing outside. The two men regarded Zhao Yiya with peculiar eyes.

As she moved to open the door to the ward, Han Mo and Lin Mo blocked her path. Lin Mo said coldly, “Miss Zhao, if I were you, I wouldn’t choose this moment to see Zheyu.”

“I am Zheyu’s fiancée. My fiancé is ill—do I really need permission from a bunch of irrelevant people to visit him?” Zhao Yiya said angrily.

Lin Mo snorted, “Miss Zhao, you’re certainly eloquent. Clearly, you’ve done things you’d rather keep in the dark, and now you turn around and accuse us of being unreasonable.”