Chapter 543: 543: Xu Chaomu, The Former Fiancé

She kept peering inside and saw Shen Chi go in, but in just the blink of an eye, Shen Chi had gone upstairs.

Xu Chaomu was biting her teeth, anxiously waiting outside, waiting…

In the institute, after Nie Chenglang and Yu Weiwei came downstairs, Nie Chenglang quickly took Yu Weiwei to a restroom.

The cut was very deep, and Yu Weiwei’s right arm wound had been bleeding continuously!

Yet Yu Weiwei didn’t utter a sound, biting her lower lip tightly, not saying a word.

Sweat the size of soybeans had appeared on her forehead, the wound really hurt. Her sweat dampened the stray hairs on her forehead, her back was all in cold sweat, and her dress was soaked through.

Blood dripped onto the floor, leaving a trail of vivid red marks that were startling to see.

Yu Weiwei’s beige dress was stained with blood, as if blossoms had bloomed one after another on this solid-colored garment.

“Weiwei, does it hurt a lot?”

Nie Chenglang’s tone was full of concern as he pulled her, leading her to the restroom, wanting to stop her bleeding first!

“Sir, you haven’t told me your name.” Yu Weiwei asked, blinking.

“Nie Chenglang.”

Nie Chenglang said lightly, his face void of expression. He thought that Xu Chaomu should have mentioned him to Yu Weiwei. He needed only hint a little, and Yu Weiwei would definitely know.

Indeed, a hint of surprise emerged in Yu Weiwei’s eyes, which then turned to nonchalance.

Nie Chenglang? Xu Chaomu’s former fiancé? The father of the child currently in Xu Chaomu’s stomach?

Yu Weiwei’s mind quickly connected each piece of information, her thoughts racing.

She looked up again at this man, who was not very different from what she had imagined, young and handsome, tall and dashing.

Just that, this man was very gentle, so tender that he seemed like a completely different person from just moments ago.

Just now, when Nie Chenglang confronted those men, even she had been intimidated.

“You’ve lost so much blood.” Nie Chenglang frowned deeply, his face full of worry.

He turned on the tap, and cold water gushed out. He then brought her over to the sink, bowed his head, and patiently soaked a square cloth under the running water.

As soon as the cloth was wet, he quickly wiped off the bloodstains on her arm.

“I can do it myself… Mr. Nie.” Yu Weiwei lowered her eyelids, somewhat embarrassed, trying to withdraw her arm.

“Don’t move,” Nie Chenglang said indifferently.

He was extremely serious when treating the wound, leaning close to Yu Weiwei, bending his waist, and pressing the cloth to her wound.

The bleeding was profuse, pressing like this could stop the blood for now.

“Thank you, Mr. Nie,” Yu Weiwei said.

“You don’t need to be polite with me.” Nie Chenglang didn’t look up, still cleaning the bloodstains on her arm.

He was diligent, and soon, the bloodstains on her arm were almost completely wiped away.

When he grabbed her arm, Yu Weiwei tried to pull her hand back several times.

But every time, Nie Chenglang would hold on to her even more firmly.

Helpless, Yu Weiwei had to give up.

“Going out like this, won’t I scare others?” Yu Weiwei smiled.

“Just now you would have, but not now,” Nie Chenglang also smiled.

At this moment, he was pressing one hand against her wound and had cleaned the blood off her hand with the other.

Just now, her wound was indeed shocking; if Xu Chaomu had seen it, who knows how heartbroken she would have been.

However, when Nie Chenglang was bandaging Yu Weiwei, he was a bit impatient and accidentally made a small cut on his right thumb.

“Mr. Nie, your finger is bleeding,” Yu Weiwei said worriedly.

Nie Chenglang glanced at it, indeed it was bleeding, but he didn’t take the minor injury seriously.

“It’s nothing serious,” Nie Chenglang said lightly, “just call me Chenglang.”

Yu Weiwei fell silent, observing Nie Chenglang, sizing up the man before her.

Different from just a moment ago, now, this man exuded a gentle air, like a spring breeze or willow branches swaying subtly.

He was close to her, and she could smell a faint scent of green tea from him, unobtrusive, yet fresh and pleasant.

The tap water wiped onto her arm brought waves of coolness that slowly eased the pain.

“Mr. Nie…”

“Call me Chenglang.”

“Oh…” Yu Weiwei felt a bit embarrassed, “Chenglang, it’s fine if I press on it, you should take care of the cut on your finger as well.”

After speaking, Yu Weiwei freed one hand to press on the wound beneath the cloth.

“We need to get to the hospital quickly,” Nie Chenglang said, frowning, not at all concerned about his own wound.

His small wound was nothing; just a bandage would suffice. Yu Weiwei, on the other hand, had a deep wound that needed immediate medical attention.

“Nie… Chenglang, you go ahead with your things, I can manage on my own,” Yu Weiwei said to Nie Chenglang.

Although she was an andrologist, at the end of the day, she was still a doctor; this issue was not a big deal.

It just… hurt a bit.

Nie Chenglang saw that she was still holding that contract under her arm, which made it very inconvenient for her to move; how could he possibly let her stay here alone?

“Let’s head to the hospital right now.”

Nie Chenglang said decisively, closing the tap and helping Yu Weiwei walk out of the restroom.

“I… really am fine…” Yu Weiwei felt a bit awkward.

There was a complicated emotion in her eyes. Although Nie Chenglang had been thoroughly good, helping her all this while, she still felt that something was amiss; after all, Nie Chenglang was Xu Chaomu’s former fiancé.

It wasn’t quite right for her to be so close to Nie Chenglang…

“Such a deep wound,” Nie Chenglang said, furrowing his brows.

“Chenglang…” Yu Weiwei called his name, still not used to it, “Is Chaomu still around?”

“She’s outside.”

Nie Chenglang supported her as they walked out of the restroom. When they came out, he looked around cautiously, fearing those men might suddenly appear again with knives!

Fortunately, they were gone.

Nie Chenglang’s heart, which had been in suspense, finally relaxed, and he carefully guided Yu Weiwei towards the lobby’s exit.

Unexpectedly, no sooner had they walked far from the restroom than they saw a familiar figure coming in!

Nie Chenglang took a closer look; the person wasn’t anyone else, it was Shen Chi!

Coincidentally, Shen Chi also saw them.

His eyes narrowed, deep and icy, he glanced at Nie Chenglang and Yu Weiwei.

“President Shen,” Yu Weiwei called out.

The casual sparkle in Shen Chi’s eyes grew a bit more intense, though he didn’t say a word.

Yu Weiwei was completely different from five years ago, having changed a lot. Five years ago, upon seeing him, she would have done something silly like asking for an autograph. Now, she had learned to stand respectfully before him and courteously call out “President Shen.”

“Is it serious?” Shen Chi asked indifferently.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Yu Weiwei gently shook her head: “It’s nothing.”

Nie Chenglang glanced at Shen Chi, and their eyes collided for a split second.

After the collision, Nie Chenglang continued leading Yu Weiwei outside, his tone betraying no emotion: “President Shen, I will take Weiwei to the hospital first.”