CHAPTER 228: CHAPTER 230: THE SUDDEN SWARM OF REPORTERS

Du Shuxian and the others were clueless, but Su Xingyu felt a deep sense of bitterness and guilt; only she knew why—

Because, at the last moment when the plane was crashing, he used his chest to protect her!

Her voice was hoarse, almost unable to hold back tears: "Shifeng, wake up."

The attending doctor glanced at her: "It’s no use, Miss. Mr. Lu’s anesthesia hasn’t worn off yet; he can’t be awakened now. Once the anesthesia wears off, he will wake up on his own. Oh, and the surgery was very successful."

After saying this, he hurriedly left.

Everyone from the Lu Family breathed a sigh of relief and escorted Lu Shifeng to the VIP single ward.

The elderly Mr. and Mrs. Lu were too old to stay, and seeing their grandson safe, they needed to return home to rest. Su Xingyu said, "I’ll stay and accompany him. I’ll ask the doctor to move my hospital bed next to his."

But Du Shuxian disagreed: "Why are you staying here? You’ll disturb my son’s rest! Go back to your room; I can take care of my son."

In other matters, Su Xingyu could tolerate her, but on this matter, she was firm. She looked into Du Shuxian’s eyes and said, "Mother, I must stay and take care of him."

Du Shuxian was about to say something when Mr. Lu commanded: "Shuxian, you’re coming home with us."

"Dad! But..."

"No buts." Mr. Lu gave his daughter-in-law a stern look. Didn’t he know his daughter-in-law by now? She never knew how to take care of people. Which time when Shifeng was sick did she take care of him? The only reason she competed to take care of him this time was probably to compete with Su Xingyu.

Du Shuxian dared not say anything more, reluctantly telling Su Xingyu, "If you don’t take good care of him, I won’t let you off!" With that, she reluctantly followed the elderly couple out, looking back every few steps.

Su Xingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling grateful that the elders of the Lu Family were on her side. Otherwise, she didn’t know how long Du Shuxian would keep making a fuss. She actually had someone move her hospital bed next to Lu Shifeng’s, the two beds tightly pressed together. Then she climbed onto the bed, lying shoulder to shoulder with him, gently holding his hand. She thought, this way, if there’s any movement, she’d know immediately.

But when she woke up, she found he had already woken up.

The man’s long, deep eyes quietly looked at her, the faint sunlight reflected in them, looking somewhat warm.

Su Xingyu joyfully exclaimed, "You’re awake!" She moved a bit and realized her hand, which was initially holding his, was now being held by him. The small blanket she had carefully placed on him last night was now covering her. She scolded, "I specially found you a blanket, why put it on me? You’re so injured, and you still have the strength to fuss over this?"

Lu Shifeng said, "My injuries aren’t serious."

Su Xingyu was speechless; if there was ever an award for "Most Stubborn," she believed it would definitely go to Lu Shifeng.

Having narrowly escaped death, she was too lazy to argue with him over such things, so she forced herself to get up: "I’ll call the doctor for you and get some water."

But he pressed her hand down: "No rush. Stay with me for a while."

Su Xingyu: "Your health is important."

He repeated, and after a pause, said, "Let me look at you a bit more."

She paused, then grew silent too, a faint warmth flowing through her heart. Yes, didn’t she also want to look at him more? It is said that when people are about to die, scenes from their life flash before their eyes. At the moment the plane hit the ground, many scenes indeed flashed before her eyes: happy times with her mother and grandfather when she was young, the later torments by the Su Family, and the little moments since she married him... Oddly, in those moments, most were about how good he had been to her.

The unpleasant parts merely flashed by, seeming not as important as she thought.

The last flashback image was, she thought, if there’s another life, she hopes they could meet again.

She lay quietly by his side, gazing into his eyes, and whispered, "Shifeng."

He said, "I’m here."

She added, "In the future, don’t protect me with your body again; it really scares me."

He gently asked, "Scared of what?"

She slightly lowered her eyes, remaining silent. Afraid he would die and she would continue to live, scared they’d be separated forever.

No one else in the world could give her a home, and if he were not there, she’d be left alone in the world. She didn’t know how she would go on living.

Lu Shifeng’s deep, magnetic voice came, with a stabilizing force that seemed to calm her: "With me here, you don’t need to be afraid of anything."

She almost wanted to cry again; it seemed all she wanted to do after surviving was cry. She thought maybe she was too fragile, and that wasn’t good.

After lying with him for a while, they suddenly heard noise from outside.

Before long, a servant knocked on the door, requesting: "Young master, Miss Zhuang Heng wants to come in and visit."

Zhuang Heng? Hearing this name, Su Xingyu’s delicate brows furrowed. Why does this woman persistently linger?

Lu Shifeng looked at her: "Not happy?"

Su Xingyu snorted lightly: "She clearly doesn’t have good intentions with you."

Lu Shifeng said, "That’s your prejudice against her."

It was always that sentence, making Su Xingyu even more upset, she turned her head stubbornly to the side: "If you like her, let her in. I’ll leave and not disturb your two-person world."

Lying beside her, Lu Shifeng raised his voice and said to the servant outside the ward: "No visitors."

The servant outside the ward acknowledged and left.

Su Xingyu was surprised, turning her head to him: "You won’t see Zhuang Heng?"

He also looked at her, his long, dark eyes deep and unfathomable: "You’re recovering, so you have some privileges, like not allowing people you don’t like to annoy you."

Su Xingyu was at a loss for words, what kind of logic was that? So he wasn’t suddenly seeing Zhuang Heng’s true nature, but just indulging her "unreasonable request"? "I... I thank you." She ground her teeth, unsure if she should cry or laugh. When would she be able to change his view of Zhuang Heng!

Step by step...

Her recovery was faster than Lu Shifeng’s, and when it was time for her to be discharged, he still needed bed rest.

She said, "I’ll stay a bit longer in the hospital to accompany you; I won’t feel at ease leaving you alone."

"Is staying in the ward fun?" he didn’t seem to appreciate it, "Go home."

"But you..."

"I can take care of myself."

"But..."

"Go home, that’s an order." The domineering and bossy Lu Shifeng was back.

Though Su Xingyu felt reluctant, she didn’t dare to truly disobey him, so she called the butler to handle the discharge procedures and descended the elevator downstairs melancholically.

Upon reaching the first floor, as soon as she stepped out of the elevator door, she was immediately surrounded by countless reporters swarming from all directions, holding microphones and cameras, eagerly pointing at her: "Hello, Miss Su, is it true that you saved everyone in this plane crash?"

"We heard you were on the plane with Mr. Lu of Blade Group, is that correct?"

"Could you tell us how you saved the plane? Was Mr. Lu involved as the rumors say?"

"Could you tell us what your relationship with Mr. Lu is..."