There was no way he would mistake that gentle voice. It was Tang Mo 'er!
He had thought that she had left and didn't want him anymore.
So she hadn't left.
She hadn't abandoned him.
She hadn't abandoned him.
The heavy haze on Lu Yeming's face dissipated and his thin lips curved into a gentle smile. He wanted to speak.
At this moment, he heard the person behind him say, "Yeming, I'll always love you!"
A strong force pushed Tang Mo 'er away from Lu Yeming.
Bang! The car crashed into her.
Lu Yeming's ears buzzed. He turned around and saw that the car had already crashed into Tang Mo 'er. The car scraped against the guardrail and sparks flew. The guardrail split open and the car and Tang Mo' er fell into the sea at the same time.
The cold wind blew, leaving behind a pink dress.
"There's been a car accident!"
"Hurry up and call 110!"
"It's already sunk. There's no sign of it!"
It was a mess on the streets. Many people were talking and Lu Yeming couldn't hear what they were saying.
His ears were filled with that gentle voice.
Yeming.
I'll always love you.
He wanted to cry out. He had wanted to do so just now, but the word 'Sister' was stuck in his throat. It was as if he had been stabbed and couldn't pull it out.
It hurt.
The overwhelming pain spread throughout his body and he was so angry that his eyes were about to pop out.
He stepped forward, a metallic taste in his throat and a stream of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. Flash Dance.
Following his footsteps, fresh blood dripped down the path.
It's alright, Sister, don't be afraid.
I'm here.
Yeming was here.
Lu Yeming ran to the riverside and jumped down.
"Master!"
Fan Men rushed over and raised his hand to strike the back of Lu Yeming's neck.
Lu Yeming closed his eyes and fainted.
Gu Mohan returned to the Capital and got into the Rolls-Royce. Yan Dong asked respectfully, "President, are we going to pick up Young Master?"
"Mm." Gu Mohan nodded.
Yan Dong stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away.
In the car, Gu Mohan leaned lazily against the backseat and closed his eyes.
He fell asleep and had a dream.
He dreamt of Tang Mo 'er. Tang Mo' er was dressed in a pink dress and she threw herself into his arms. She clung onto him coquettishly and called him sweetly, "Hubby."
He stroked her hair gently. "What's wrong?"
"I missed my husband and couldn't bear to part with him, so I came to take a look." She looked at him with her curved eyes, her gaze moving about, captivating his soul.
Gu Mohan smiled, wanting to pull her into his arms.
But Tang Mo 'er was nowhere to be found.
Gu Mohan abruptly opened his eyes, he was drenched in cold sweat.
"President, what's wrong?" Yan Dong asked with concern from the driver's seat. Flash dance.
Gu Mohan furrowed his brows. He was completely awake now, but his ears were still ringing with her sweet voice. She couldn't bear to leave her husband, so she wanted to come and take a look.
Gu Mohan's heart was pounding, he had never felt so anxious in all these years. He took out his cell phone and dialed the familiar number.
Soon, the call was picked up.
"Hey, Mo 'er!"
"I'm sorry, the number you have dialed is not available." A cold and robotic female voice came from the other end.
Gu Mohan's good-looking brows slowly furrowed into a deep frown.
At this moment, Yan Dong's cell phone rang and he picked up the call.
In the next second, there was a sharp screech of brakes, and the Rolls-Royce came to a sudden stop.
Yan Dong turned sideways, looking at Gu Mohan in the backseat. "CEO …"
Gu Mohan lifted his gaze from the cell phone, looking at Yan Dong's face impassively. Looking at Yan Dong's shocked expression, his heart sank.
"Did something happen to Mo 'er?" he asked.
Yan Dong nodded in a daze. "President, Young Madam, she …"
Yeming.
Yeming.
Lu Yeming heard someone calling him, it was a familiar, soft voice.
He moved his thin lips, wanting to say something, but his throat was hoarse, as if someone had silenced him. He couldn't say a single word.
Mo 'er!
He slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was the chandelier above his head. He had been unconscious in his room for three days.
"Master, do you want some water?" Fan Men handed him a teacup.
Lu Yeming sat up, his deep almond-shaped eyes devoid of any warmth. With a wave of his hand, the teacup fell onto the carpet.
Fan Men's expression changed and he quickly knelt down. "Master, it's my fault. Please punish me."
He was the one who had knocked Master unconscious.
Lu Yeming glared at Fan Men coldly, flipping the blanket aside and getting off the bed.
But his heart hurt, and there was a metallic taste in his throat.
He raised his hand to wipe it, it was covered in blood.
"Master, the doctor said that your heart is damaged and you vomited blood from your heart. Please take care of yourself and recuperate."
Blood from my heart?
Lu Yeming looked at the back of his hand, which had turned red, and gently closed his eyes.
"Master, you've been unconscious for three days. The search in the sea has not stopped. The car has been found, the driver is dead inside, but … but Elder Miss has not been found.
"The sea is upstream. It's possible that Elder Miss was washed downstream by the rapids …"
Before Fan Men could finish speaking, Lu Yeming suddenly stood up. He was wearing a thin black sweater and his face was pale. His heart was in so much pain that it was hard for him to breathe. He was about to leave.
But in the next second, Lu Yeming stopped in his tracks.
There was another person in the room, Gu Mohan.
Gu Mohan had been sitting on the sofa, the lighting was dim and half of his face was dark. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there, but it was silent and suffocating.
Lu Yeming couldn't take another step forward.
At this moment, Gu Mohan got up and walked towards him.
Gu Mohan rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt nonchalantly and punched Lu Yeming's pale face with a solid fist.
Lu Yeming didn't retaliate, nor did he dodge. He was directly punched into the carpet.
"President Gu!" Fan Men called out.
Gu Mohan bent over, grabbing Lu Yeming's collar and wanting to punch him again.
At this moment, the room door was pushed open and a figure ran in. Jun Xiqing held Gu Mohan's hand gently. "President Gu, don't hit me. You are the two people that Sister Mo 'er loves the most."
Gu Mohan's eyes were bloodshot and Lu Yeming wasn't any better. His eyes were bloodshot from the pain.
"Lu Yeming, I won't hit you. Your sister used her life to protect you. If I hit you, her heart will ache.
"Your sister spilled blood on your road to imperial power. Don't let her down. Take the Murong surname and rule over the world."
With that, Gu Mohan threw Lu Yeming aside forcefully, turning around to leave.
Gu Mohan left, disappearing into the darkness outside.
Fan Men left, leaving only Jun Xiqing and Lu Yeming in the room.
Jun Xiqing stretched out her hand to him. "Get up."
His fringe covered his red, almond-shaped eyes. He pushed her hand away and got up on his own.
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