Chapter 1238: Chapter 1242: What’s Going On
"Ye Feng, we must tell Brother Yao about this. He knows so many people; there must be a way to cure her!" Miss Huan glanced at the tightly closed sandalwood door and said earnestly.
"Miss Huan, we should wait to tell the Young Master about this," Ye Feng quickly intervened. "These three days are the busiest for him; we can’t let him get distracted."
"Is it true that in his eyes, only his career is important?" Miss Huan clenched her hands, half-closed her eyes, and stared at Ye Feng as she asked.
"The Beitang Group’s businesses span the entire world, and over these three days, he has remote video conferences with managers from various countries." Ye Feng was also aware; the incident with Xia Qingqian had already caused the Young Master to lose a lot of time. Now that she had finally woken up, the Young Master felt relieved. If he were to find out about Xia Qingqian’s condition again, he would certainly put aside all his work.
Ye Feng continued, "Besides, in three days, Miss Xia will be able to walk around."
"Ye Feng, you speak lightly! You’re not the one suffering from the illness. Why should she endure this pain? Haven’t you noticed she’s pretending to be strong?" When leaving the room, she saw a tear slide down from Xia Qingqian’s eye corner.
"What are you discussing? Who is afflicted with an illness?" A cold voice came over, and the next moment a handsome face, covered with a thin layer of chill, appeared in Ye Feng and Miss Huan’s sight.
Beitang Yao’s cold, fierce black eyes were like bottomless vortices, making one shiver involuntarily.
"Brother Yao, it’s Qian Qian. She suffers from osteogenesis imperfecta, which means she has brittle legs that can fracture with just a fall..." Miss Huan stepped forward, her eyes brimming with tears, repeating word for word, then lowered her head, clenching her hands tightly, her voice trembling slightly: "Brother, you must make her well!"
Beitang Yao stood under the corridor, with dim yellow light casting on him, making him look so coldly charming. He pressed his cool, thin lips together tightly, frowned, and stared hard at Miss Huan.
"What exactly is going on?" His dead silent voice sounded in Ye Feng and Miss Huan’s ears.
"Young Master, I will do my best to cure Miss Xia!" Ye Feng stepped forward and said with his head down.
"Ye Feng, do you have a way to cure her? Didn’t you just say that this illness has no cure domestically or abroad?" Miss Huan was filled with a mix of joy and anxiety, feeling that Ye Feng’s words were untrustworthy, saying one thing then another.
Beitang Yao listened from the side, his heart already consumed by Xia Qingqian’s condition. He didn’t know she had this illness; she must be very distressed...
That little woman must be hiding under the covers, secretly shedding tears now. His little woman is always like this, preferring to lock away all her grievances, never choosing to confide in anyone. Indeed, who could she confide in here?
He hesitated for a long while, gripping the door handle, before finally turning it and entering. His gaze fell upon the luxurious large bed. She, so small, lay curled up under the covers like a tiny bundle.
The moment he sat down on the edge of the bed, Xia Qingqian felt the other side of the bed sink, and she dared not move. She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, knowing that Beitang Yao had returned.
