Chapter 35

Ye Shuo’s Perspective (Part 5)

I rushed to the hospital to see her, but her brother stopped me at the door.

I went several more times after that, and every time, her brother blocked my way.

By the fifth visit, I’d already made up my mind: if he refused me again, I’d give him a punch.

Unexpectedly, before I could even throw that punch, he actually agreed for once.

It wasn’t until I saw her that I understood why her brother had finally let me in.

She looked withered, all the light gone from her eyes.

To cheer her up, I rattled off a bunch of jokes in one breath.

After quite a while, she finally typed a message to me, saying she couldn’t hear anything right now.

I typed: [Then why didn’t you tell me from the start?]

She replied: [Wanted to see something amusing.]

……

Well, if she likes to watch, let her watch.

When I came out, I realized her brother was still sitting outside the door.

I was so mad I wanted to rush over and finally punch him.

How could he let such a beautiful flower wither!

But he wasn’t any better than her–he looked just as wilted.

“What exactly happened during the kidnapping?”

“I don’t know.”

“You were there and you don’t know?”

“Even if I did, why should I tell you?”

“I’m her boyfriend!”

A proper, almost-broken-up-but-not boyfriend!

He glanced at me incredulously: “You two haven’t broken up yet?”

“I never agreed to break up.”

I seized the upper hand.

“I know there’s something… you know… some private thing between you and her, but I’m magnanimous. I allow her to have the other person, as long as she’s my girlfriend, I can put up with it.”

I’m the main one, and I’m generous.

“You’re sick.”

“Who are you calling sick! I haven’t even scolded your family yet for dragging innocent girls into your trouble!”

“Yes, yes, I deserve it.”

He admitted his fault just like that?

My punch landed like a fist in a cloud of cotton candy.

I didn’t even know what to say next.

“Oh right, did you know she came that day…”

I wanted to tell him about her coming to the company that day, but she herself didn’t want to talk about it.

Forget it, I won’t say anything.

“No, it’s her business. Let her tell you herself. Without her permission, I can’t say anything.

“The article was released by my family. Someone sent it anonymously to my company’s email. Don’t overthink it, I simply published it for the sake of justice.”

I am Ye Shuo, the spokesperson for justice.

He actually patted me on the shoulder: “Mm, thank you.”

Wait, is he crazy?

What nonsense is he saying?

Who gets hurt and then says thank you?

I hurriedly ran off again. He’s not normal–I need to stay away.