Daddy, Mommy Ran Away

The red light of the operating room continued to flash, and the marble floor was littered with cigarette butts, the air thick with the acrid smell of tobacco. Two tall figures leaned against the wall, their handsome faces shrouded in a haze of smoke, obscuring any expression.

The quiet corridor, the stifling air, and the heavy scent of smoke combined to create a suffocating atmosphere.

Midway through, Leng Haoyin received a call from Ye Hanhe: “Today, three accounts have already been transferred to that anonymous person. It’s estimated that the Golden Triangle land will be transferred by tomorrow at the latest. Once the news gets out, Zuo Corporation’s stock price will plummet, and there will naturally be a large number of shares thrown out. I’ll keep a close eye on their every move, and as for you, you need to acquire Zuo Corporation’s stock. I’ll help you with that. But you haven’t given me the money yet. Do you want me to cover for you?”

At the last sentence, a rare hint of anger appeared on Ye Hanhe’s usually icy face, almost gritting his teeth as he spoke. He had done so much work for him without any benefit, and now he was expected to cover such a large sum?

Upon hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Leng Haoyin’s otherwise somber face: “Come on, He, what’s a little money to someone like you, the young master of Shadow? Are you really going to quibble over this?”

“If it’s such a small amount, then send me double. After all, your Leng Corporation is rolling in cash.” Ye Hanhe rarely joked.

With the Golden Triangle land about to require billions, and the need to secretly acquire a large amount of Zuo Corporation’s stock, which could cost hundreds of billions, even for a wealthy entity like Leng Corporation, it was challenging to gather such a large sum in just a few hours.

“I’m at the hospital now. I’ll have someone transfer the money later. Remember, acquire as much as possible. If the money isn’t enough, you cover it.” He couldn’t believe that once Zuo Corporation’s stock was acquired and the power shifted, the person behind it wouldn’t reveal themselves.

“Ten percent interest, bye.” Ye Hanhe chuckled, not giving him a chance to respond, and hung up. He was planning to legitimize Shadow and needed a lot of funds, so he took the opportunity to extort a bit.

“Hey, you’re doing it on purpose…” Before he could finish, the dial tone sounded, and Leng Haoyin muttered to himself, “What a miser.”

Ten percent, he really was being treated like a cash cow. Yet, a smile lingered on his lips. The kid actually got him.

At this moment, the surgery was completed.

“Hanqi, how is she?”

As the doctor in the white coat emerged from the treatment room, Leng Haoyin stepped forward eagerly.

Hanqi, the director of this private hospital under Leng Corporation and a renowned brain surgeon, shared the same elegant demeanor as Leng Haoyin. Fortunately, he was already taken; otherwise, he would have broken many young hearts.

“Hanqi, hurry up, you’re killing us with suspense,” Shen Jun chimed in.

“Don’t worry, Qianqing only has superficial wounds, nothing serious. She should be fine after a good sleep.”

Removing his gloves, Hanqi’s face showed concern: “Haoyin, has Qianqing ever suffered any injuries before, like a car accident? Or has her head ever been hit by something heavy?”

Leng Haoyin thought seriously for a moment and shook his head: “Not that I know of, but I can’t say for the years she was in the U.S.”

“It’s just my initial suspicion.” Hanqi pondered: “Her fainting should have been due to the pain in her forehead, but she shouldn’t have been unconscious for so long. After treating her wound, I found it odd and did a brain scan. It showed signs of trauma in her pituitary gland. Not an obvious wound, but like internal damage, and it dates back to when she was about nineteen.”

“You’re right; she did suffer significant internal injuries.” Leng Haoyin recounted what had happened to Nuan Qianqing, hoping Hanqi’s expertise in brain science might help.

“Wait, you said Qianqing only started self-harming today?” Hanqi’s brows furrowed deeper, his experience in analyzing conditions pinpointing the key issue.

“Yes, that’s what Uncle Zeng said.” Leng Haoyin nodded, his deep voice firm.

“Then I suspect SWEET contains something that triggered Qianqing’s nerves, something directly linked to her condition. Haoyin, do you think she might have seen that man at SWEET?” Hanqi analyzed seriously.

“I’ve thought about that too, which is why I want you to do a DNA test on Xuanhan and compare it with the gene bank to find this man.”

“Yes, perhaps that’s the only way to cure her.” With the most advanced medical equipment and techniques, without finding the root cause, treating symptoms without addressing the cause would be futile.

When An Ruoxi returned with the children, the surgery was over. Shen Jun had gone back to the company, leaving Leng Haoyin alone by the bedside.

Pushing the door open, she saw the pale face on the white hospital bed, almost blending with the sheets. An Ruoxi signaled the children to be quiet before entering, closing the door softly behind her.

A tall figure appeared at the door, his complex gaze fixed on the face on the bed through the clear glass window. At this moment, she looked like a lifeless porcelain doll, lying there quietly. Her pale face resembled a blank sheet of paper, and the bandage on her forehead told the story of how this woman had frantically slammed her head against the wall.

His feet felt like they were filled with lead, stiff and numb, as if the air he breathed was laced with poison, seeping into his blood, merging with his bones, infiltrating every cell in his body.

Pain, like thousands of ants gnawing…

He reached out, wanting to push open the slightly ajar door…

But he froze, and after a long time, turned away.

Once, was it true feelings or deceit? He didn’t know. At this moment, he asked himself if he loved her.

The answer, he always denied, yet he could never escape the eyes of time. Over the past five years, as time passed, love slowly emerged, becoming an unspeakable pain…

Finally understanding why, no matter how much he indulged, how many good women he met, his heart always had a missing piece.

Regret? He didn’t know.

“Haoyin, what did the doctor say? Is it serious?” An Ruoxi asked worriedly after examining Nuan Qianqing closely.

“Don’t worry, there will be a way.” Leng Haoyin patted her slightly cold hand.

“Okay, Xuanhan, come here.” An Ruoxi picked up Xuanhan: “Do you see this pretty Aunt?”