He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

Chapter 160 It’s hard to escape even if you have wings

What if I don't let you go?

"River……"

Before she could even speak, he had already bent down, hoisted her up, and strode towards the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed. Siyi struggled a couple of times, but he pressed down on her, holding her hands with one hand and reaching into the bedside table drawer with the other to take out a bottle of ointment. He then pressed his legs down on top of hers and, without a sound, began to pull down Siyi's pants.

Although Siyi hadn't said anything, the pain in her lower body was still vivid. His sudden touch terrified her, turning her face pale. Her body trembled slightly, and she almost jumped off the bed, desperately pounding on Jiang Yanhui's hands. Her voice was no longer feigned stubbornness, but utterly terrified, "What are you doing? Jiang Yanhui, what are you doing? Let me go… I don't want to… Don't touch me!"

She was such a proud person, yet she had also become charming and delicate by his side.

But now, looking at herself, her panicked voice was filled with the most genuine fear.

Jiang Yan cursed under his breath. He had never felt this way before; it seemed to be called being at a loss.

He knew he had frightened her; even though her gaze was cold, there was a layer of fear hidden beneath that coldness.

He personally shattered the fragile relationship they had painstakingly built. His slender fingers unconsciously gripped the medicine bottle, his heart churning with turmoil, yet his face remained taut, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

For a moment, the two remained frozen in place, but he still pressed down on her body, one hand on her lower abdomen, without making any further moves, just staring at her intently, the oppressive air making it hard to breathe.

Her eyes were still misty from the intense emotions she had just experienced.

Jiang Yan finally moved her fingers. Her heart, which had always been high and mighty, seemed to fall to the ground with a thud and shatter.

What exactly is he doing?

Knowing full well that they...

But he still couldn't control himself...

He took a step back, his previously aggressive and cold demeanor seemingly completely vanished. He simply looked at her and placed the bottle of medicine in his hand on the bedside table.

He got out of bed and spoke in a nonchalant tone, "Now you know fear, huh? Why were you so stubborn and tried to make me angry? I told you, you brought this all on yourself!" He paused, turned to look at her; her face was still streaked with tears, and her expression remained terrified and helpless. He felt a sharp pain in his heart and finally pointed to the bottle of medicine on the bedside table. "Here's the medicine. Apply it yourself, and then get out of here."

As if he had made a momentous decision, he turned around and grabbed the back of her neck. His deep voice, seemingly blending into the tense atmosphere, came through with unmistakable clarity: "Ye Siyi, if you want to get lost, get far away from me. I'm telling you, you'd better not let me see you again, or I will definitely not let you go!"

After he finished speaking, he pushed her away roughly, didn't look at her again, and strode out of the bedroom.

Siyi watched him walk out of the bedroom and close the door, his last words echoing in her mind, yet she felt no sense of relief.

That heart felt a dull ache that intensified.

She stared blankly at the bottle of medicine on the bedside table, her face alternating between pale and flushed.

He saw that she was bleeding.

She could feel it herself; she was still in a dull ache.

She knew that many things were reciprocal; it takes two to tango. Everything she was suffering today was, as he had just said, her own doing.

But she still didn't know how to use the medicine.

He said it was payment in kind, so let's just consider it payment in kind.

You only learn when you feel pain, right?

Besides, he just told her to get lost.

Then she should just go far away and never see him again, wouldn't that be better?

Wasn't everything she said and did just to make him push her away completely?

But... why does my heart feel so heavy?

I'm so sad I can't breathe, like a fish out of water, as if I'll die at any moment.

But she wasn't a fish after all; she was Ye Siyi. She had a father, an older brother, things she wanted to do, and people who cared about her. How could she die so easily?

That's it, let it be. She's tired, too tired to think about anything anymore. That's it...

She lay in bed, gently closed her eyes, and swallowed all the bitterness in her throat. She didn't know how much time had passed before she heard the sound of the apartment door being slammed shut outside. She knew that Jiang Yan had definitely left. Only then did she get up from the bed again, straighten her clothes, and walk towards the door. The bottle of medicine was still standing alone on the bedside table; she didn't touch it in the end.

Siyi didn't dare go directly to the hospital, so she went back to her apartment to change her clothes. She hadn't brought her phone with her for the past two days, and as soon as she got back to her apartment, she heard it ringing. She ran to check it and saw that it was Lin Piaoyun calling. So she went to the dressing room, picked out an outfit, and answered the phone.

"Siyi? You finally answered the phone." Lin Piaoyun sighed with relief upon hearing her voice. "You have no idea how many days I've been looking for you. Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Thinking about the bad things that had happened in the past few days, Siyi vaguely glossed over the matter, saying, "I had some things to do a couple of days ago and went out, and I forgot my phone at home."

"Siyi, has something happened at home? I'm very worried about you."

Lin Piaoyun got straight to the point: "You don't need to hide it from me anymore. I'm a good sister to you. I can't be there for you when you need someone the most, but I know something happened to your family, Siyi. If you feel sad, you must tell me. I'm always here to support you."

Siyi's throat tightened. Hearing her best friend encourage her at this moment naturally moved her deeply, and she choked up as she spoke, "Piaoyun, I can still hold on, thank you."

Lin Piaoyun spoke to her for a few more minutes, and the two finally agreed to meet this weekend before hanging up.

Siyi changed her clothes and casually tossed her phone into her bag. After thinking about it, she felt something was off, so she took off her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When she finally got dressed, she looked at her haggard face.

She put on some light makeup before heading out to the hospital.

On the way to the hospital, Siyi suddenly felt unusually relieved. If it were before, she would not have had the mind to take a shower in this situation.

Perhaps she herself didn't realize that, subconsciously, she had completely believed Jiang Yan's words.

When they arrived at the hospital, Ye Xiongming had already come out of the operating room and was lying on the bed. He was still unconscious, probably because the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, and he had an oxygen mask over his nose.

Ye Zhenghao was sitting on the sofa opposite the bed. He looked at Siyi and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Why did it take so long? I called you but you didn't have your phone with you. Dad came out of the operating room half an hour ago. The hospital director performed the surgery on Dad and he's fine now. However, he needs to be observed for the next few days. We also need to help him with physical therapy so that his stroke will improve."

Siyi carefully observed Ye Zhenghao's expression. Judging from his appearance, he seemed completely unaware that his father's improvement was related to Jiang Yanhui.

However, it's better that he doesn't know. Presumably, the dean did an excellent job of keeping it a secret. She didn't want her family to know in the first place. With her father's temper, if he knew, he would definitely refuse to accept Jiang Yan's return.

She pondered for a moment, and guessed that Zheng Muyan probably hadn't said anything, before speaking with relief: "Senior brother is going back to his hometown for a while, so I talked to him a bit more. It's good that Dad is alright. I ran into the dean when I came here, and he told me everything."

Ye Zhenghao is such a keen observer; Siyi's words seemed flawless.

However, he noticed something unusual, especially since she had changed her clothes and was wearing light makeup.

His thick eyebrows furrowed. "Siyi, did you already know that Dad would be alright?"

He couldn't believe it before; how could someone who was initially said to have no hope suddenly get better?

But when he actually saw Ye Xiongming come out of the operating room, he breathed a sigh of relief. Whether he believed it or not, the fact that his father was alright was the best thing.

The dean refused to say anything, only saying that his father was very lucky that someone was willing to donate a heart, which was just right for him to have a transplant. But he always felt that there was something he didn't know about it.

Siyi's heart skipped a beat, and she opened her mouth, "...I knew, I knew, why are you asking me that, big brother?"

"You are very calm."

Ye Zhenghao said bluntly, "Siyi, no matter how well you hide your expression, you can't hide anything from me. If you had just found out that Dad was alright, would you be so calm? This is not like you at all. Besides, you changed your clothes and took a shower... Siyi, were you really with Zheng Muyan the whole time?"

Ye Zhenghao was indeed a policeman; every word he spoke was sharp. Siyi knew that her older brother was not someone to be fooled, but how could she say some of these things?

She subconsciously clutched the hem of her dress, pondering what excuse she could come up with to get through this situation. Just then, Ye Zhenghao's phone rang. Siyi watched as Ye Zhenghao glanced at the caller ID on his phone and walked out of the ward with a serious expression. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but her mind was still frantically trying to think of an excuse to persuade her older brother.

She bit her lip, thinking to herself, and took a few steps toward the door, just as she heard Ye Zhenghao's voice, neither loud nor soft, coming from not far away.

"Are you sure you saw it clearly? Was he really the one who killed him?... Hmm, were there really that many drugs on him?... What? They were all under the sofa in the private room?"

"...I understand. Detain him for now, no one is allowed to bail him out. I'm coming right away... Hmph, Jiang Yan, this time you're not getting away..."