The love story of a wealthy family amid anti-fraud storm at the border

"Dad, you always say this, but you don't tell me anything, what do you want me to think?

You are the only person closest to me, you know? You are very important to me! "

Ling Yue's serious expression touched Yuan Ye, and he gently hugged his only daughter in his arms.

"Yuer, give dad some time. When the time is right, I will tell you everything.

Now, you just need to know that Dad loves you and I will protect you no matter what happens."

Yuan Ye's eyes were full of love and helplessness.

Ling Yue looked at Yuan Ye, feeling conflicted.

She didn't know whether she should believe Yuan Ye's words, nor did she know what would happen during the waiting process.

But at this moment, she could only choose to believe it temporarily. After all, Yuan Ye was one of the closest people to her in this world.

She picked up the bowl and chopsticks again, but the food had lost its taste and she just ate mechanically.

Yuan Ye also sat silently aside. The atmosphere became extremely solemn, as if an invisible fog was shrouding them, and the road ahead became unclear.

Yi Chen returned home after completing the special security operation for the summit.

He has been living in the company since the day Ling Yue left.

When Yi Chen dragged his tired body back home, the silence in the house seemed to swallow him up.

He slumped powerlessly on the sofa, various scenes of Ling Yue at the summit constantly appearing in his mind.

Those moments when she might be in danger were like sharp blades, piercing his heart again and again.

He looked at the small building next to him, but there was no trace of Ling Yue anymore, and there was no light that he was expecting.

Yi Chen's heart is empty!

"Ling Yue, did I lose you again?"

He tried hard to control his emotions, but longing and worry overwhelmed him like a tide.

Yi Chen knew very well that Ling Yue was now in a dangerous quagmire, but he let her out of his protection at this critical moment.

He was filled with regret and kept blaming himself in his heart, wondering why he had ruthlessly pushed Ling Yue away.

At the same time, his hands became cold.

Over the years, whenever he was in a bad mood or his immunity was low, his cold hands would flare up at the right time.

This strange disease has tormented him for many years, from his childhood when he was fighting the epidemic with the people in the mountain village to now.

He still remembered that it was at that time, in that mountain village, that he met Ling Yue.

At that time, Ling Yue was doing medical rescue work with her father.

Yi Chen slowly closed his eyes, his thoughts flooding back to that remote mountain village shrouded in the shadow of epidemic.

Simple houses are nestled against each other in the mountains, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and a heavy atmosphere.

At that time, Xiao Yichen was an orphan, and the mountain village where the epidemic broke out was a temporary "stop" on his wandering journey.

His thin figure busily shuttled between temporary medical points, his tender hands delivering boxes of precious supplies.

Just as a car covered in mud and dust bumped into the village, the gears of fate turned quietly.

Little Lingyue jumped out of the car and followed her father with steady steps.

She was wearing a slightly loose white coat, but it could not hide her innate agility and intelligence, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity and determination.

"Dad, is this where we are going to help this time?"

Little Lingyue asked her father in her slightly childish voice.

"Yes, Yue'er, there are many people here who need us."

I saw the father caressing his daughter, his eyes full of love and responsibility.

After he said that, he immediately threw himself into the intense rescue work.

Little Lingyue was not to be outdone. She held a small packet of medicine tightly in her hand and followed the nurse closely, concentrating on taking note of every detail of caring for the patient.

Xiao Yichen's attention was attracted by her and he walked closer unconsciously.

Xiao Lingyue seemed to have noticed something. She raised her head slightly, with the corners of her mouth raised, and a smile as bright as the warm spring sun bloomed, instantly dispelling the haze in Xiao Yichen's heart.

"Hello, my name is Ling Yue, what's your name?"

"My name is Yichen."

He scratched his head and answered shyly.

From then on, little Lingyue, who had a flower-like smile, was strong and hardworking, and was deeply engraved in Xiao Yichen's heart.

From that moment on, they seemed to be connected by an invisible red thread, becoming each other's comfort in this difficult time.

Xiao Lingyue often held Xiao Yichen's hand and shuttled between the wards to bring warm water and food to the patients.

"Yi Chen, look, this little brother has a fever. He's so pitiful. We need to spend more time with him."

Xiao Lingyue whispered, her eyes full of sympathy.

"Well, Ling Yue, let's tell him a story, so he will be happier."

During their breaks, they would always run towards the small hill outside the village like two happy deer.

The breeze gently rustled Ling Yue's hair as they sat side by side on the grass, gazing at the rolling hills, their hearts filled with longing for a better life after the epidemic.

"Yi Chen, where do you want to go when the epidemic is over?" Xiao Lingyue's eyes flashed with anticipation.

"I want to join the army, become a special forces soldier, and serve my country. That would be so awesome!" Xiao Yichen answered with a firm look in his eyes.

"Then I want to go too, let's go together!" Xiao Lingyue clapped her hands excitedly.

At that moment, the lifelong bond between the two seemed destined.

Once, when Xiao Yichen was carrying heavy medical equipment, he accidentally scratched his palm and blood oozed out.

Seeing this, Xiao Lingyue became extremely anxious. She immediately grabbed his arm and ran back to the medical point.

Her little face was tense, her expression focused and serious, like an experienced little doctor.

Xiao Lingyue carefully cleaned Xiao Yichen's wound. When the disinfectant gently touched the wound, Xiao Yichen frowned slightly.

Xiao Lingyue hurriedly blew air on his wound:

"Yichen, it doesn't hurt, it will be fine in a while."

Then, she bandaged him carefully, and while doing so, she gave him caring instructions:

"Yi Chen, you must be careful in the future. There are dangers everywhere here. I will be worried."

Xiao Yichen stared at her focused expression, and a warm spring seemed to flow slowly in his heart. It was a kind of emotion and warmth he had never experienced before.

Every word of her "Yi Chen" was deeply engraved in Yi Chen's heart.

"Ling Yue, thank you, it's great to have you!"

Perhaps it was during that time that Xiao Yichen accidentally contracted some virus.

Since that day, Xiao Yichen's hands would occasionally feel icy cold and accompanied by excruciating pain!

After diagnosis by Yuan Ye and several doctors present, it was confirmed that it was a rare cold hand syndrome!

There is almost no hope of curing this disease!