Chapter 312: Chapter 310 She must be dreaming
Ya Chen was still resisting, "But..."
Ya Qianhuai frowned, "Enough, Ya Chen, the car has already been prepared for you. Even if it’s just for show, it’s okay. You don’t have to stay at the hospital for a long time."
Ya Chen had wanted to refuse again, but he suddenly remembered what Huo Zhenyang had just said—
Jiayi had incurred Xuan Yu’s resentment because of Chu Xinyue’s incident.
If he personally visited Chu Xinyue in the hospital, Xuan Yu’s anger towards Jiayi might just dissipate.
With this in mind, he suppressed his impatience: "Fine."
Before noon, Ya Chen, accompanied by Butler Pei, arrived at the private hospital in Nanga City.
The limousine, a symbol of the Royal Family’s identity, pulled up at the hospital’s main entrance.
This was a top-tier hospital catering to S Country’s wealthy and noble families.
Every ward in the hospital was a private room, complete with professional nurses and caretakers.
All the doctors were either high-achieving graduates from the world’s major medical colleges or experienced professors.
The hospital staff, used to seeing all sorts of upper-class individuals, maintained a very professional demeanor; upon recognizing the Royal Family members, they quickly recovered from their brief surprise.
After learning that the Crown Prince was there to visit a patient, a staff member accompanied Ya Chen and his party upstairs.
With a "ding," the doors of the VIP elevator opened.
Butler Pei, pushing Ya Chen—who was flanked by several plain-clothed bodyguards—reached the cardiovascular ward and came to the door of Chu Xinyue’s room.
The Chu Family servants, who were taking care of Miss Chu at the hospital, were at the door. Hearing footsteps, they then saw a group of men in black disperse to either side, escorting a man in a wheelchair out of the elevator.
The young man in the wheelchair was tall and stately, with a face like uncarved jade, exuding an aura of supreme nobility. His deep eyes gazed straight ahead, clear and somber like washed gemstones, but they seemed to be covered by a thin film, appearing somewhat hazy.
The Chu Family’s servants rubbed their eyes and, upon recognizing the visitors, even if they had never seen Ya Chen, they recognized Butler Pei.
The servants promptly realized who the young man in the wheelchair was and hurried forward: "The Crown Prince has come to visit Miss Chu."
Butler Pei bent down and whispered into Ya Chen’s ear: "I’ll push the Crown Prince inside."
Ya Chen’s eyelashes flickered, and he lifted his hand to make a gentle gesture: "No need. You all stay at the door."
Inside the ward.
Chu Xinyue lay on the hospital bed, where several days of recovery had added a hint of color to her pale little face, yet she still looked so frail.
She lay there as if she were a piece of lightweight paper.
Sensing the slight commotion outside the room, Chu Xinyue turned over and saw the figure beside her bed.
The man in the wheelchair was facing her.
She bolted upright, ignoring the IV drip. She sat up, unable to believe her eyes.
Was she dreaming?
She must be dreaming!
Otherwise, why would he be in the hospital?
She freed her hand that wasn’t connected to the IV and pinched her arm hard, ah, it hurt!
Only then did she realize that this was not a dream!
But she still couldn’t believe it!
Although he couldn’t see, Ya Chen could feel Chu Xinyue was awake; he knitted his brows slightly, his lips curling with an impatient and disdainful tinge:
"There’s no need for such excitement."
Ya Chen’s first words made Chu Xinyue realize that he had indeed come to the hospital.
For a moment, she nearly forgot all the humiliation she had suffered at his place a few days before, "... Ya Chen, are you here to see me?"
Ya Chen seemed very unaccustomed to her calling him by his name so directly, his handsome brows furrowed even more deeply, but remembering Ya Qianhuai’s words, he did not speak and simply nodded his head slightly.
Despite not paying her any attention and his cold demeanor, this man had, after all, come to visit her.
Hope seemed to reignite in Chu Xinyue’s heart, and she suddenly grasped the back of his hand, "I thought you were still angry with me."
In front of others, how proud she was, like a frail and cold lily blooming in the valley, yet in front of this man of noble character, she couldn’t muster a shred of dignity, reducing herself to a speck of dust.
Is this what they call one thing conquering another?
He might never know how many years she had loved him.
When she was nine, her mother finally allowed her to go outside, even taking her to play in the castle.
She was as happy as could be, wandering around the Ya Family’s castle that day, and unconsciously, breaking free from the servants’ watch, she saw for the first time the man destined to dominate her life.
The boy, a year older than herself, sat in a wheelchair, thin and graceful, his delicate and handsome face tinged with a touch of melancholy, his royal family status impossible to ignore, compelling one to wish to submit at his feet.
He was like a Greek sculpture, set there, forever able to inspire worship and admiration.
But the wheelchair he sat in and the dust-shrouded eyes made Chu Xinyue understand that the boy had a severe disability.
Suddenly, as if struck by a feeling of compassion borne of shared fate.
She was ill, and this boy was born with a disability.
It was as if the two could warm and comfort each other. Of course, it was many years later before she realized, what warming each other? It was just her own wishful thinking.
At that moment, the boy in the wheelchair’s slender fingers loosened, and the ball he held fell to the ground with a thud and rolled to the side.
Chu Xinyue chased after it, picked up the ball, and quietly returned it to his arms.
He realized that the person who had picked up the ball for him was not a servant and asked, "Who are you?"
Just then, the calling of the Chu Family’s servants came, and Chu Xinyue, nervous, ran off without saying more.
But from that day on, the image of the boy in the wheelchair was etched into Chu Xinyue’s heart.
She knew that this boy was the Crown Prince of the Ya Family of S Country, the future successor to S Country’s ancient Royal Family, and one day, his subjects would call him King.
Though he had legs that could not walk and eyes that could not see the world, he was destined to have a lofty status that all would look up to with reverence.
And she also knew that the Ya Family and Chu Family of this generation were to form a marriage alliance.
The son of the Ya Family, this generation had only Ya Chen.
And the daughters of the Chu Family had only herself and her sister, Chu Xinyu.
Meaning, she had a fifty percent chance of marrying Ya Chen.
Clutching such a fantasy, Chu Xinyue lived day after day, thinking back, those naive days might have been the happiest days of her life.
Until one day, when Chu Xinyue overheard Chu Yanhan and Xuan Yu talking at home, her beautiful dream was abruptly shattered into pieces.
Chu Yanhan and Xuan Yu were discussing the marriage between the daughters of the Chu Family and Ya Chen in the study.
She heard snippets of her father’s broken conversation drift into her ears: "... Xinyue has a congenital heart disease, it’s definitely impossible, so only Xinyu can marry Ya Chen."
Xinyue is definitely impossible.
...
These words struck Chu Xinyue so hard that her mind went blank, and she slid down against the wall outside the study.
