Daddy, Mommy Ran Away

“Ugh-” An Ruoxi, holding Nuan Qianqing tightly, was suddenly pushed away by her wild strength. With a loud thud, Ruoxi fell, her head hitting the marble floor heavily, eliciting a painful groan as she cried out, “No-”

Meanwhile, Nuan Qianqing seemed to have lost her mind, clutching her head and violently banging it against the wall. Blood began to trickle down her forehead, staining her cheeks, as she let out a piercing scream, “Ahhh-”

“Ruoxi, Xiaoqing-”

“Sister Qing, Ruoxi-”

Two tall figures appeared in the corridor, their presence making the already narrow passage feel crowded.

The shocking scene, especially the blood stains on the wall, looked terrifying under the bright crystal lights.

The two men rushed forward in unison.

Leng Haoyin helped An Ruoxi up, asking, “Are you hurt anywhere?”

“No, I’m fine.” Ruoxi’s face was twisted in pain, feeling as if her bones were about to fall apart.

Shen Jun restrained the frantic Nuan Qianqing, asking with concern, “Sister Qing, what’s wrong?”

“Ah-” At this moment, Qianqing was in a state of extreme frenzy, struggling and twisting her body. With an unexpected burst of strength, she pushed Shen Jun away and started to run.

“No-” Three urgent voices shouted simultaneously.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit, and Nuan Qianqing, upon reaching the corridor’s end, closed her eyes and fainted…

“Quick, quick, call an ambulance.”

…

On the other side of SWEET.

“This way, sir.” A server politely led a well-dressed man, gesturing for him to follow.

“Hmm.” The tall, upright man behind him pressed his thin lips together, his mouth curving slightly into a mischievous smile, unable to hide the innate aura of nobility and dominance. His finely tailored suit was impeccably straight, without a single crease, and his short hair danced under the glass-like lights, reflecting his unruly nature. His sharply defined face bore a roguish grin, and his dark eyes seemed to hold endless mystery, like a black hole capable of swallowing one’s soul.

“This is the room, Mr. Ouyang is waiting for you inside.” The server knocked lightly on the door, then opened it, gesturing for him to enter.

“Thank you.” Zuo Junchen raised an eyebrow, flashing a wicked smile that betrayed no hint of worry over his company’s crisis.

He immediately spotted Ouyang Pei, who was sitting on the sofa, elegantly crossing his legs and smoking. Junchen grinned, “Hey, Uncle, why are you here so early?”

He walked in casually, lounging on the sofa opposite Ouyang Pei, lighting a fine cigar.

Ouyang Pei glanced at him lazily, noting his carefree demeanor. His lips, usually frosty, softened into a faint smile as he checked his diamond watch, “You invited me, why are you late?”

“I just met a charming lady, quite alluring, and took care of some business. Sorry for the wait.”

Ouyang Pei chuckled coldly, extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray, and gazed at Junchen with a knowing look, “You need something?”

“Of course, otherwise I’d be busy with my own affairs. Could I borrow some money?”

“Small change needs borrowing?” Ouyang Pei gave him a look, his gaze inscrutable, fully aware of his nephew’s intentions.

“Alright, alright.” Junchen rolled his eyes, “Lend me ten billion.”

At this, Ouyang Pei’s amused expression turned serious, his tone heavy and sincere, “Chen Er, are you sure about this? Have you considered whether this will make you happy?”

In the past, he would have supported Junchen without hesitation, but now he hesitated-not because Leng Haoyin was his future son-in-law, but because he had come to understand the importance of considering others’ feelings.

Love cannot be forced; despite all the schemes, it cannot yield genuine affection.

“Uncle, this is a personal vendetta with the Leng Family. If I can’t settle it this time, I’ll continue to pursue it.” Junchen avoided Ouyang Pei’s gaze, a hint of pain crossing his brow.

“I’ll have the ten billion transferred to your private account.” Ouyang Pei stood, adjusting his suit, unwilling to say more. He knew Junchen wouldn’t let go without closure, and perhaps it was best to resolve the previous generation’s grudges in this way. “But I must tell you one thing: no matter what you do, you must not harm a certain person.”

Junchen looked at him in confusion.

“Because that person is your cousin, my daughter, An Ruoxi.”

…

“What a mess, a woman just went crazy, banging her head against the wall until it bled everywhere. I had to clean up all the blood.” A female server complained.

“Wasn’t she with Leng Corporation’s president, Leng Haoyin? How could someone so beautiful be mentally unstable?” Another server expressed disbelief, “Could she be possessed?”

Junchen’s heart skipped a beat, his steps slowing deliberately.

“Possibly, why else would a girl go mad for no reason?” The complaining server frowned, “She looked familiar, used to come to SWEET often for desserts. What’s her name again? Let me think… Oh, it’s Nuan Corporation’s heiress, Nuan Qianqing…”

Hurried footsteps echoed, clearly fleeing.

His heart felt pierced by a thousand arrows, a self-mocking smile tugging at his lips as he clutched his chest, realizing he still had feelings…

…

In the hospital.

“Doctor, hurry-” Leng Haoyin rushed in with Nuan Qianqing, who was quickly taken into the operating room.

An Ruoxi was also dragged into a hospital room by Leng Haoyin, who personally applied antiseptic to her swollen forehead and bruised arms.

“It will hurt, bear with it. It has to be treated.” Haoyin looked at her furrowed brow with concern, feeling guilty for leaving her alone with Xiaoqing despite knowing her unstable condition.

“Yes. It’s just a minor injury, no big deal.” Ruoxi spoke lightly, though her tightly knit brows betrayed her discomfort.

The cold antiseptic stung her skin, the sharp pain seeping in, causing cold sweat to break out on her forehead. She bit her lip, refusing to utter a sound.

Haoyin watched, his heart aching.

Outside the operating room, Shen Jun and Uncle Zeng waited anxiously. Seeing Ruoxi and Haoyin approach, they hurried over…

“Miss An, what happened to my lady? Why would she harm herself?” Uncle Zeng regretted not staying close to her earlier.

“I don’t know either. Xiaoqing said she needed the restroom, but she stopped in front of a full-length mirror, screamed, and started banging her head against the wall. I tried to stop her, but she suddenly had such strength that I couldn’t hold her back, just watched helplessly.”

“How could this happen? Though my lady’s nerves are a bit off, she’s never harmed herself before.” Uncle Zeng was even more worried.

“Uncle Zeng, are you saying Xiaoqing has never shown self-harming behavior before, and today is the first time?” Haoyin was puzzled, wondering if something at SWEET triggered her.

Uncle Zeng nodded.

“How could this be?” Ruoxi was equally baffled.

“I know a renowned psychiatrist, but he’s currently in Paris. I’ll contact him and see if he can come.” Shen Jun said with a serious face.

“Good, the sooner the better.” Haoyin hoped she could be cured soon; he couldn’t take care of her forever.

Perhaps he should find that man for her, as heart problems need heart remedies, and the one who tied the knot must untie it.

Finding that man wouldn’t be difficult; a live sample for DNA comparison could identify him. Alternatively, tracing back five years might reveal him. He refused to believe he couldn’t unearth that man.