She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

The people in the corridor gradually dispersed, leaving only Han Xi, Fang Li, and two bodyguards.

Shen Ruyan was pulled back to rest by Han Chunxi, but she refused to leave and insisted that Fang Li go back, saying that she was now with two people and could not get tired.

Fang Li saw that she was quite frightened, and her legs were wobbling as she walked. She kept saying that she was fine, that Han Xi would take good care of her, and that she would also be careful. She would go home to rest if she got tired, and that she wouldn't force herself.

Fang Li told her to go back and rest first, and then come back to relieve them when she was rested.

After much persuasion, Shen Ruyan reluctantly agreed to leave first, repeatedly reminding Han Xi to take good care of himself and Fang Li before leaving.

Everyone left, and the surroundings returned to quiet.

"Tired?"

Han Xi helped Fang Li sit down on the bench and tidied her hair, which had been ruffled by the wind.

Fang Li shook her head and leaned on his shoulder: "I'm not tired."

She was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "Do you think that what Grandpa did was really done by Fourth Uncle?"

Han Xi stared at the tightly closed glass door of the ICU, his eyes flashing with an icy coldness: "No one but him would do anything to Grandpa at this time."

The tie at the board meeting and Grandpa's sudden fainting were timed so precisely that it was clearly a carefully planned scheme.

The biggest beneficiaries were Han Shuo, who temporarily escaped disaster, and Han Yi, who was hiding behind him.

"So what do we do now?" Fang Li asked.

"Wait."

Han Xi's voice was deep, "We'll wait for Grandpa to wake up, and we'll also wait for the results of Jiangbei's investigation."

He gently stroked Fang Li's hair, his movements unusually tender: "I'm sorry you had to go through this. You should have been happily preparing for your wedding, but all this has ruined your peace."

"We are husband and wife, aren't we?"

Fang Li looked up at him, her eyes shining. "Your problems are my problems. No matter what happens, I will be with you."

Han Xi felt a warm sensation in his heart, as if something had scalded it.

He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, the scent of hospital disinfectant bringing a sense of peace.

The ICU lights shone through the glass, casting a pale halo on the floor.

The sound of a nurse pushing a cart could be heard in the distance, in an empty and desolate place.

Han Xi held Fang Li's hand tightly, as if he could draw strength from it.

He knew that the war was far from over.

Since Han Yi and Han Shuo dared to attack Grandpa, they would never give up easily. But he would not back down. For Grandpa, for Fang Li, and for the Han family, he had to win!

As night deepened, the hospital corridor was so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Fang Li fell asleep with her head on Han Xi's shoulder, her breathing even.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Han Xi felt a heavy weight lift from his heart, and his dark eyes looked towards the end of the long corridor.

He then took out his phone from his pocket and sent a message.

"Keep a close eye on him, and tell me immediately if anything seems amiss!"

The reply came quickly: "Yes."

It's past three in the morning.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with the chill in the corridor entered my nostrils.

Han Xi leaned against the wall, toying with an unlit cigarette between his fingers, his eyes fixed on the monitor inside the glass door.

The green, wavy curves pulsed rhythmically in his eyes, yet they could not dispel the melancholy between his brows.

"Xiu Jin".

Chen Yingsheng tiptoed out, his white coat slightly damp. "The old man is awake, but he's still not quite conscious. When I talk to him, he just blinks and doesn't recognize me."

Han Xi lit a cigarette, then paused, his brow furrowing slightly. "Can you breathe on your own? What are your vital signs?"

"The ventilator has been removed, and the vital signs are temporarily stable."

Chen Yingsheng pushed up his glasses. "But the brain was not receiving enough oxygen for a long time. We'll have to observe whether there will be any long-term effects."

Han Xi nodded and walked to the glass door.

Han Guodong lay on the hospital bed, his face still as pale as paper, his lips chapped and peeling, his gray hair plastered to his forehead, no longer possessing his former majesty.

The monitor emitted a regular "beep" sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet of the night.

"Thanks a lot."

Chen Yingsheng remained silent, then patted him on the shoulder: "Why are you saying all this?"

Han Xi turned to Fang Li and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll take you back to the villa to rest."

Fang Li shook her head, her eyes bloodshot: "I want to wait a little longer."

"obedient."

Han Xi held her cold hand, his fingertips stroking the back of her hand. "You're pregnant, you can't stay like this. I'll keep an eye on things here, and I'll call you immediately if anything happens."

Chen Yingsheng also reassured her, "Miss Xu, don't worry, I will keep an eye on the old man's condition. The most important thing for you now is to take care of your health."

Fang Li looked at the bloodshot eyes in Han Xi's eyes and finally nodded: "Then don't overwork yourself, remember to take a break when you have time."

"it is good."

Han Xi helped her adjust her coat and personally saw her into the car.

Watching the black Bentley merge into the early morning traffic, he turned back to the ICU entrance, the tenderness in his eyes instantly replaced by coldness.

In the bedroom of the hillside villa, Fang Li lay on the bed but couldn't fall asleep.

Moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows on the carpet.

The sound of a car engine came from downstairs as dawn was breaking.

Fang Li put on her coat and walked to the window, where she saw Han Xi's car slowly drive into the garage.

She thought he would come up to rest, but instead he got out of the car and went straight to the study.

The light stayed on in the study window for a full hour before being turned off.

Not long after, the car engine roared to life again, and Han Xi's car disappeared into the night.

Fang Li's heart sank slightly.

She knew the storm was not over yet.

At the same time, Han Yi's Rose Manor was brightly lit.

Under the vintage crystal chandelier, Han Yi placed a wine glass heavily on the mahogany table, causing the scarlet wine to splash out of the rim.

"We should have suppressed him completely as soon as he returned to the country! Look at us now, we've raised a tiger to cause trouble!"

Han Shuo sat on the sofa opposite, the cigar between his fingers glowing with flickering light, oblivious to the ash falling onto his expensive trousers.

"Who would have thought he could beat my second brother? We all thought the father and son would both be badly injured, but it turns out my second brother is really useless, losing so quickly!"

Han Shuo felt a surge of hatred when he recalled the scene three years ago when Han Xi had just returned to China.

At that time, Han Xi was just a young man who had recently graduated, while Han Ming had been operating in the group for many years and had a solid foundation.

The two brothers originally intended to sit back and watch the two fight it out, waiting until they were both exhausted before cleaning up the mess. However, Han Xi was ruthless and managed to sideline Han Ming in just six months, securing his position as the leader.

"He's a complete ingrate!"

Han Yi trembled with anger, “The market I’ve painstakingly built in Singapore over the years, he just took it all back to the group with a single word! And your mining area in Mamba, that’s territory you’ve secured with your blood and sweat, he just investigated it without any consideration!”

Han Shuo took a deep drag on his cigar, and through the swirling smoke, his eyes were terrifyingly sinister: "Once the rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked; once the birds are gone, the bow is put away. Now that he's got wings, he naturally won't tolerate us elders."

What's the point of saying all this now?