Quick Transmigration: Passerby A Gets Entangled with the Male Lead

The doctors dared not be negligent in the slightest and immediately began to carefully conduct various examinations on He Zhiyao.

Time passed slowly, and finally, one of the traditional Chinese medicine practitioners looked up, smiled, and said, "Don't worry, this young lady is in good health and has no problems whatsoever."

Hearing this, Fu Chuji's tense nerves finally relaxed. After the doctor left, he sat next to He Zhiyao and wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist, seemingly unwilling to let go for even a moment.

"What happened to her?" Wen Jiancheng suddenly heard Fu Chuji anxiously calling for a doctor. His heart tightened, and he immediately put down his work and rushed over like an arrow.

After all, based on his understanding of Fu Chuji, this person was always steady and would never call for a doctor in such a panic unless something extremely serious had happened.

The only person who could make Fu Chuji lose his composure like this is probably He Zhiyao.

Before Wen Jiancheng could even step into the room, his voice, filled with worry and urgency, came first.

When he rushed in, he immediately saw Fu Chuji holding He Zhiyao tightly, sitting on the sofa.

"You...you're finally awake!" Wen Jiancheng walked quickly to the front, his voice trembling, even with a barely perceptible sob.

The woman before him looked a little haggard, but her bright eyes still shone, which calmed Wen Jiancheng's anxious heart a little.

"Yes, I'm fine," He Zhiyao replied softly, but the image of Wen Jiancheng's stunned and disbelieving look after she was injured involuntarily surfaced in her mind, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

However, at this moment, Fu Chuji noticed the exchange of glances between the two. He hugged the person in his arms even tighter, as if she would disappear with Wen Jiancheng if he let go.

So much so that his hands unconsciously tightened their grip, until He Zhiyao couldn't help but let out a soft cry, at which point he snapped out of his daze and quickly loosened his grip.

He Zhiyao felt the strength from Fu Chuji's arm gradually weaken, so she gently patted the back of his hand and said softly, "Let go of me first."

However, upon hearing this, Fu Chuji's face instantly revealed a hurt expression, as if she had been abandoned by the whole world.

His mournful eyes seemed to drip with tears as he stared straight at He Zhiyao, his heart filled with grievance and resentment.

Why is it that as soon as Wen Jiancheng arrived, even a small gesture like hugging her was forbidden? Could it really be as I suspected...?

That's right!

That must be it!

She must have fallen in love with that damned Wen Jiancheng!

Once this idea takes hold in your mind, it grows wildly like weeds, becoming unstoppable.

Meanwhile, after learning that He Zhiyao was alright, Wen Jiancheng finally felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.

At this moment, he was filled with indescribable joy and couldn't wait to share this good news with others.

"I'll go tell Brother Sun to make you something nutritious to help you recover," Wen Jiancheng said with a smile. Before he finished speaking, he had already turned and rushed out the door.

"Wait..." He Zhiyao hurriedly called out.

However, before she could finish speaking, she watched helplessly as Wen Jiancheng vanished through the doorway like a gust of wind.

Oh my goodness!

Does this guy even know what he's doing? People who have just woken up shouldn't eat overly nourishing food!

He Zhiyao shook her head helplessly and sighed inwardly.

Then, she turned to look at Fu Chuji, only to find that he was sitting there quietly with his eyes lowered, like a silent statue, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

“You…” He Zhiyao opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but for a moment she felt overwhelmed and didn’t know where to begin.

After all, the Fu Chuji in front of her was not the same person as the Fu Chuji in her memory. Faced with such a complicated situation, she was really at a loss.

"What? Now, you can't even utter a complete sentence in front of me?"

Fu Chuji clenched her teeth, suppressing the surging pain in her heart. Her once deep and charming eyes were now fixed on He Zhiyao, as if she wanted to see right through her.

Hmph! Is he really that obsessed with Wen Jiancheng?

He always looked for an opportunity to kill Wen Jiancheng.

"No, I just don't know how to say it." He Zhiyao shook her head gently, her eyes flickering, as if she was going through a fierce internal struggle.

She pursed her lips tightly, her brows furrowed slightly, and her hesitant expression made one want to explore the secrets in her heart.

He Zhiyao truly didn't know how to express the complex emotions in her heart.

Every time she looked up and her eyes met Fu Chuji's, the image of him who had once risked everything to protect her, even his life, would involuntarily appear in her mind.

That person's courage and determination were deeply imprinted in her heart, so much so that she would think of him every time she faced Fu Chuji, and the words that were about to come out of her mouth were swallowed back.

Meanwhile, Fu Chuji, standing opposite her, took in every subtle change in He Zhiyao's expression.

Looking at her evasive eyes and hesitant expression, Fu Chuji couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness in her heart.

In his view, He Zhiyao's current behavior was undoubtedly because she already had someone she loved—a man named Wen Jiancheng.

Thinking of this, Fu Chuji felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, causing her unbearable pain.

If He Zhiyao could understand Fu Chuji's thoughts at this moment, she would probably laugh and cry at the same time, exclaiming, "How can these two people have such similar imaginations!"

Unfortunately, she couldn't understand the other person's inner world.

Fu Chuji wanted to get up and leave, but her feet felt like they were nailed to the ground, too heavy to move an inch.

The inner turmoil and reluctance surged like a tide, ultimately leading him to choose to stay where he was, sitting alone on that soft sofa, silently sulking.

At the same time, the thought of how to completely get rid of Wen Jiancheng, this troublesome person, kept popping into his mind.

Remembering Sun Miaomiao who always followed Wen Jiancheng around, Fu Chuji said sarcastically, "Wen Jiancheng has someone he likes."

Just then, He Zhiyao, who was standing nearby, heard this and immediately perked up, asking curiously, "Who is it?"

However, when Fu Chuji saw He Zhiyao showing such keen interest in Wen Jiancheng, the long-suppressed grievances and anger in his heart erupted like a volcano, becoming uncontrollable.