Gu Jiahui’s injury wasn’t serious.

When he woke up at 2 AM, Sheng Tang was sitting beside him, deep in thought.

Seeing him open his eyes, Sheng Tang immediately came over: "What’s wrong?"

"I’m a bit thirsty," Gu Jiahui said.

Sheng Tang poured him a glass of water.

This was a private ward in a private hospital, the air was fresh, and the room quite spacious.

"Why did you come back?" Gu Jiahui moistened his throat with a sip of water, "Aren’t you very busy?"

"You got hurt, how could I not come back?" Sheng Tang sighed.

Gu Jiahui smiled faintly: "Don’t worry, I won’t report him. This way, you’ll feel indebted to me."

Sheng Tang: "..."

Gu Jiahui guessed right.

She stayed silent for a moment. When she saw that Gu Jiahui had finished his water, she took the glass and put it down.

"What exactly happened?" Sheng Tang asked.

She didn’t believe Gu Shiting went crazy all of a sudden. It wasn’t like him to be unstable without reason.

Most of the time, he could control his temper.

"It’s nothing much, he saw Yang Mingming kissing me and thought I betrayed and hurt you," Gu Jiahui laughed indifferently, "That waste thinks he’s a love saint."

When he called Gu Shiting a waste, Sheng Tang couldn’t help but frown.

She wanted to tell Gu Jiahui that personal attacks weren’t right. But Gu Jiahui had just been seriously injured by Gu Shiting, and saying that would be unfair to him and might anger him.

She slightly bit the inside of her cheek to calm herself down.

After a moment, she said, "Things are progressing so fast on your end?"

"It’s not that fast. If nothing goes wrong, Yang Mingming will be engaged soon," Gu Jiahui said.

Sheng Tang was stunned: "What about you?"

"It’s okay, I can wait," Gu Jiahui said, "Her marriage lasting long is a joke. Yang Mingming’s personality can’t take the slightest grievance. The guy she’s marrying from that noble family is just as proud as she is. Can he tolerate her temper?"

After saying that, he let out a slight cold laugh.

Sheng Tang looked at him.

She felt a sudden sense of discomfort in her heart.

She held Gu Jiahui’s hand and was shocked to find his palm was ice cold.

Was he feeling hopeless lying alone in the hospital?

He said Yang Mingming’s fiancé was proud, but wasn’t he proud too?

No matter where Gu Jiahui went, there were always girls who adored him. When he was a student, he was just as popular as Gu Shiting.

He was the only son at home, his father was a wealthy magnate, and he himself was a highly exalted golden boy.

"Gu Jiahui, give it up," Sheng Tang blurted out, "No matter what grudges you have with the Yang Family, can’t you let it go? You deserve a good life too."

Gu Jiahui was a little stunned.

Sheng Tang kept holding his hand: "Why ruin your future? Even if you successfully win over Yang Mingming, will you be happy? You don’t even like her. You have your own pride; why offer yourself to be trampled on?"

Gu Jiahui stared at her, dazed for a few seconds.

Then, he laughed.

"Have you watched too many tragic dramas?" He laughed and tapped her forehead with his other hand, "What grudges can I have with the Yang Family? I just like Yang Mingming, that’s all."

Sheng Tang: "..."

She always knew that there should be boundaries between her and Gu Jiahui.

What she said today had already crossed that boundary.

She sighed.

She told herself in her heart: "I can’t bring him back. It needs someone who loves him wholeheartedly to bring him back."