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Li Ruyue struggled for a moment before waking up from her dream.
It was still dark outside, and she glanced at the time—it was just past five. She picked up her phone and saw a message from Wang Yueming sent in the early morning hours.
"Are you free tomorrow? I’ll treat you to a meal."
Li Ruyue remembered that Wang Yueming's mother, Song Xiaomei, was also present at that time. Wang Yueming had always been hostile towards his father.
Wang Lengsong pointed a finger at him and shouted, "I provide for you, and you sneak around having an early romance behind my back?"
Li Ruyue stepped in front of Wang Yueming and said, "Uncle, please don’t hit him."
"We're not having an early romance!" Wang Yueming gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.
Wang Lengsong, drunk, refused to listen to his explanation and raised his hand to strike him again.
Feeling anxious, Li Ruyue pushed him hard. Wang Lengsong stumbled back a few steps and crashed into the wall. When he looked up again, his pupils were bloodshot. "Do you dare to hit me?"
"Yueming, quickly apologize to your dad!" Song Xiaomei urged anxiously.
Wang Yueming maintained a cold expression. "I’ve already said I don’t need your control; what right do you have to hit me?"
Wang Lengsong was completely enraged and reached out to grab his collar.
Song Xiaomei couldn’t hold him back and was thrown aside. Wang Yueming didn’t dodge and took a punch directly.
"Yueming!" Song Xiaomei cried out in desperation.
Wang Lengsong, seeing red, grabbed a baseball bat that was leaning against the wall. "I’ll teach you a lesson!"
Song Xiaomei gasped in shock. "Yueming, run!"
Wang Yueming stood still, not moving.
Li Ruyue didn't know where she found the courage, but she stood directly in front of him. She spread her arms wide, fiercely protecting the person behind her, staring at the baseball bat in Wang Lengsong's hands, her voice trembling with fear, "Please, don't hit him anymore..."
Wang Lengsong paid no attention to her words and raised the bat high—
Bang!
A dull thud echoed.
Wang Yueming's pupils constricted, "Li Ruyue!"
Li Ruyue felt excruciating pain; her brain went numb, and the sounds around her grew distant.
Wang Yueming held her tightly, "Li Ruyue, are you okay?"
Her vision darkened, and she could no longer see his face; she could only feel him shaking.
"Are you... alright..."
"Shut up!" Wang Yueming shouted at her fiercely, tears falling onto her face, "Don't talk."
Li Ruyue was held by him as they rushed out of the house.
Song Xiaomei panicked, "Yueming, hurry and take her to the hospital!"
Wang Yueming could not hear anyone else; his heart and eyes were solely focused on the girl in his arms.
He carried Li Ruyue downstairs, fumbled for his keys to open the door, and gently placed her in the back seat.
Li Ruyue was in unbearable pain and kept crying.
Wang Yueming hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe her tears, "I'm sorry, does it hurt a lot? Just hang in there; I’ll take you to the hospital right away. Hold on a little longer; don’t cry..."
Li Ruyue could hardly hear what he was saying anymore.
Her back burned with pain so intense that she struggled to breathe; her vision blurred in waves, and her mind felt foggy—she couldn't think of anything.
She felt like she might die.
When she was finally taken to the hospital, as the doctor treated her wounds, she regained a bit of consciousness and sensed that Wang Yueming was standing beside her, holding her hand tightly without saying a word, silently shedding tears.
She really wanted to say something, at least to tell him not to cry, but she couldn't muster the strength.
After what felt like an eternity, once the doctor finished treating her wounds, he advised Wang Yueming to take her home to rest.
He picked her up, and just before stepping out the door, the doctor noticed the injury on his face. "You should take care of that wound on your face too."
Wang Yueming seemed not to hear, carrying Li Ruyue without looking back.
Li Ruyue leaned against him and felt that his shirt was completely soaked. She struggled to open her eyes and stared at him for a while before softly saying, "Wang Yueming, you're injured too; you should take care of your wound."
He lowered his gaze to her, his voice slightly hoarse as he replied, "I'm fine."
Li Ruyue didn't quite understand why he was so determined to protect her. They had only known each other for a short time, and their first meeting had been rather awkward.
Wang Yueming brought her back to the bedroom, laid her down on the bed, and pulled the blanket over her.
Li Ruyue couldn't sleep due to the pain. When she opened her eyes, she saw him sitting by the bed, just watching her.
Feeling a bit shy, she quietly asked him, "Aren't you going to go back to sleep?"
"I'm not tired," he paused and added, "You should sleep; I'll watch over you."
Li Ruyue silently closed her eyes.
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