One Hundred and Thirty-One: Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Thirty-One)

While she was daydreaming, there was a soft knock on the door.

She came back to her senses, put down the cup in her hand, and opened the door. The person outside the door stunned her.

"Miss Jing."

Outside the door, Mo Huan stood at the door and greeted her.

Elegant and decent, with a faint smile on her face.

Jing Yu's breathing tightened, and after a while, he stiffly pulled out a faint smile, "Do you want to come in and sit?"

"No, I won't sit." Mo Huan shook his head, "I just want to take you to a place."

Jing Yu was inexplicable and looked at her vigilantly.

Mo Huan saw her caution, "Miss Jing, don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I just... want to take you to see Ze Yao."

Mentioning that person, Mo Huan's voice was much lower.

Jing Yu pursed his lips, feeling sad, "He... what else can I see?"

Mo Huan smiled bitterly, "To be honest, I don't want you to see him in my heart. But... he was feverish and kept calling your name. I think if he could see you, he would get better faster."

Jing Yu grasped the most crucial words, "Is he sick?"

Mo Huan wanted to say something, but in the end, he just said, "You'll know if you go and see him."

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Jing Yu and Mo Huan were not familiar with each other.

If she had thought about it even a little bit, she would not have followed Mo Huan out. However, those one or two words about that person had completely hooked her heart.

She couldn't think deeply, and just followed Mo Huan into the car.

On the way, she didn't say anything, and she could feel that Mo Huan beside her was always looking at her.

"Miss Jing, I received a call from Ze Yao today. You didn't care, did you?"

Jing Yu came back to his senses, not quite understanding what Mo Huan said.

Mo Huan sighed, "If you hadn't shown up, Ze Yao and I might have been married now."

Jing Yu still didn't know how to respond.

Just asked: "What's wrong with him? A cold?"

Mo Huan shook his head, "Don't you know anything about him?"

Jing Yu shook his head, "We haven't been in touch for a long time."

"I understand. I guess he can't contact you either." Mo Huan continued. Then, looking at her deeply, "During this period, he has been living in hell every day. Many assassins and agents have been sent to deal with him, both domestically and internationally. You probably don't know about this. If he comes to find you, he will only implicate you."

Jing Yu's breathing tightened.

"Then he is now..."

"Do you know why he was hunted down like this?" Mo Huan didn't answer her, but turned his head and looked at Jing Yu.

Jing Yu shook his head.

Mo Huan's eyes were filled with sadness, "I really envy you. He did all this for you, but you don't know anything. You can still live your life peacefully."

Jing Yu couldn't understand it anymore. "What do you mean for me?"

"Your father's key is the key to power, but it is also a hot potato. As soon as Mr. Jing wakes up, countless people will covet it, and he will definitely die. However, in order to prevent your father from being surrounded and suppressed, he had already spread the news that the key was in his hand before your father was fully awake."

Mo Huan said: "If I don't tell you his good intentions, you will probably never understand."

Jing Yu was completely shocked.

In her mind, the words that Yu Zeyao had said to her that time kept flashing.

He said that his father would definitely die, so this is the case? However, at that time, she foolishly thought that he was going to attack her father!

The emotions of guilt, self-blame, worry, and grief kept entangled in her heart.

Jing Yu spoke again, his tone was slightly unstable, "Can you please drive faster?"

Mo Huan asked the driver to speed up.

Soon, the car stopped. It was the hospital that Jing Yu was familiar with. What was different today was that it was heavily guarded.

As soon as their car stopped, someone hurried over.

"Sorry, Miss Mo, we still have to follow the procedures." The security personnel spoke cautiously and respectfully.

Mo Huan got out of the car and accepted their inspection calmly. Jing Yu also got out of the car.

Some people who had seen Jing Yu knew her identity, so they did not stop her, but she still had to accept the layers of inspection.

After the inspection, the two went in.

From a distance, they saw a group of people guarding outside the ward. Everyone had a serious face and stood straight at the door.

Jing Yu recognized Cheng En at a glance.

Cheng En greeted Mo Huan and found Jing Yu following behind him. He hurriedly greeted respectfully: "Miss Jing."

"Is he okay? Is he awake?" Jing Yu asked Cheng En.

"Not awake yet." Cheng En looked worried.

"Where is Zhuang Yan? Why don't you see him."

"He was injured too." Cheng En said: "He is still unconscious now."

Jing Yu's heart was hanging in his throat. They were both injured, and you can imagine how thrilling this time was.

"Are they in danger?" she asked worriedly.

"Fortunately, they are all out of danger."

Hearing this, Jing Yu breathed a sigh of relief. She looked towards the ward, "I want to go in and see him."

Cheng En nodded. If it were someone else, it would be absolutely impossible to let them in, but Miss Jing was different. The gentleman did this all for her.

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Jing Rong thought that one day he might meet someone familiar on the street, but he didn't expect to meet Qi Jinnian just by chance.

After thinking about it, he felt that he could no longer hide this matter. His worst time had passed, and now he thought that his sister would not be so sad if he went back.

If he didn't go back, she would worry for no reason.

After Jing Rong returned to Wen Yanzhi's villa, he went back to his room to pack his things.

However, when he opened the cupboard and looked at his clothes in the cupboard, he couldn't help but be stunned. Everything here was bought by Wen Yanzhi.

Even the drawing board and album in the corner were bought by Wen Yanzhi some time ago.

Thinking of that person, Jing Rong's eyes darkened.

The servant came up and asked, "Master Jing, you just said you want to pack up. Where do you want to start? How do you need to pack up?"

The other party didn't know that he was going to pack up and leave.

Jing Rong came back to his senses and shook his head, "No. There's nothing to pack."

"Oh." The servant saw the boy's low mood, "Then is there anything else we can help with?"

"Did Wen Yanzhi say when he would be back?"

"Master Wen has some social events tonight, so he will be back late."

Jing Rong thought for a while and nodded, "If I fall asleep when he comes back, please wake me up. Thank you."

"Okay, Master Jing."

Jing Rong sighed and closed the cupboard again. In his heart, he felt a little disappointed.

Wen Yanzhi had done him a favor, and it was a great favor. He didn't know what to give back to that man. He was afraid he couldn't give him what he wanted.

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Please don't rush me. The ending of this article is getting closer and closer~ I'm really reluctant to let go recently.