Chapter 733: Hauntingly Obsessed with You

Nan Jiaojiao looked at the blood-soaked bandage removed from his body, fell silent, and said nothing.

After the doctor finished treating him, he cautiously advised Nan Jiaojiao a few words and hastily left with his team.

She never considered staying to take care of him; it wasn’t appropriate given their relationship.

Moreover, it was too disruptive to her sleep.

So she tried to find Yeh Hannian’s phone, whether to call Yeh Xiao or Yeh Xing, it didn’t matter; she just needed one of them here.

But Yeh Hannian’s phone was locked with a password she couldn’t guess.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed.

Instinctively, she struggled a bit.

From the angle of her lowered head, it seemed she saw Yeh Hannian open his eyes once, with little sustaining strength, then he closed them again.

“Since you’re here, don’t rush off.

Did you really think that kick I endured was for nothing?”

Nan Jiaojiao furrowed her brow.

“You’re awake?”

“I’m awake now, and then again not really.

My head is really spinning.”

“Unlock the phone, and I’ll call someone over for you.”

Yeh Hannian opened his eyes a little and threw her a glance.

“No one’s coming.

My fifth uncle has trapped them, whether they’re alive, I don’t even know.”

Nan Jiaojiao furrowed her brow even more, freed her hand from his grip, and threw the phone back beside his pillow.

“If you’re not staying in Mingzhou, what are you doing here?”

“I have business.”

Yeh Hannian tried to turn over.

The wound was on his left chest and back, and he couldn’t always lie on his left side.

He felt his muscles might tear soon, and though he couldn’t see it, he could imagine how the area must be crushed and bloodless.

But to turn his back to Nan Jiaojiao was something he couldn’t bear, so he just slightly adjusted his position, still lying on his side facing her.

“Besides, I missed you and wanted to see you.”

Nan Jiaojiao wished she could knock him out with a slap.

“What nonsense did you tell the doctor?”

“What?” he asked back.

“I was barely conscious.

How would I remember what I said?”

Nan Jiaojiao was momentarily at a loss for words.

He muttered softly, “Wasn’t it you who proposed marriage back then?

I still resent the person who reminded you that we could manage without marriage.

I was a perfectly good man, only ever enthralled by you in this life.”

If Nan Jiaojiao hadn’t seen the several close female friends by his side herself, she would have almost believed him.

“You can still jest, so it seems you’re not going to die.

I’m leaving, handle things yourself.”

“Hey—”

Yeh Hannian panicked; he just wanted to grab her, not realizing how narrow the bed was.

He flung himself out, half his body hanging over the edge.

In a hurried attempt to brace himself, he stretched his wounded spot, screamed in pain, and quickly lifted his left hand.

The pain sobered him.

Not hearing any footsteps returning for a while, fearful that she really had left, he still clung to hope and called out, “Aren’t you going to help me up?”

Nan Jiaojiao rolled her eyes, came back, and helped him up.

The force in her hands was nearly uncontrollable, almost throwing him back into the bed, but in a rare bout of conscience, she tried to lower him gently.

Yeh Hannian had no strength even to grimace from pain.

He said with amusement, “Just teasing you.

Look at that temper; still the same as before.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked utterly impatient.

Fearing he really annoyed her, he quickly amended, “It’s just these two days.

Things are tense.

I had Yeh Xiao stay at the hotel to watch over Tuantuan.

My fifth uncle is watching closely, Yeh Xing is holding him off, and besides, I came to Rongcheng City to catch someone.

I just found out you were here when I arrived.”

His words carried true emotion, except that the last sentence was a lie; the rest was true.

“By tomorrow at the latest, tomorrow night, Yeh Xing will have news, and he’ll come to replace you.”