Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 691 - 671 The Ultimate Love

She had called her mother, and Xia Tingxuan had also visited twice, since she had watched Nie Yixiao grow up after all.

Seeing Nie Yixiao lying there unconscious, Xia Tingxuan couldn’t help feeling gloomy and sorrowful.

During these three days, she spent most of her time outside the ICU, with Auntie Li bringing meals thrice a day.

The Huo Family’s bodyguards had arranged a single room next to the hospital ward for her to rest at night.

Of course, she spent most of her time visiting the attending doctor’s office, inquiring about Nie Yixiao’s injuries.

In these three days, every time Auntie Li came to the hospital, Jiayi didn’t dare to ask about the man’s current situation.

She wanted to send a text message to probe, but she really didn’t know what to say.

Because of the honeymoon, he had taken almost a month off.

Now that the trip abroad was cancelled at short notice, but he probably hadn’t had the chance to cancel his leave, and was likely idling at home every day; yet, he hadn’t shown his face for these few days, so he must still be very unhappy.

Thinking of this, she was even less daring to take the initiative to ask.

Never mind, once Brother Yixiao is out of the woods, I’ll go back and coax him.

After all, men are like children, it’s not a big deal.

In addition, that man did keep his word.

From that day on, he dispatched several expert-level professors to consult on Nie Yixiao’s case.

Starting from the fourth day, Nie Yixiao’s condition had stabilized, and he was transferred from the ICU to a regular ward.

Yet even so, he still had not regained consciousness.

According to the attending doctor, if he didn’t wake up within a week, it would be very dangerous.

As evening approached, Jiayi went to the tea room to boil a pot of hot water, planning to ask the caregiver to help wipe Brother Yixiao’s body.

Just as she entered the ward with the hot water kettle, she saw the bed empty, the unconscious man nowhere to be found.

Her heart pounded fiercely, and the kettle in her hand nearly dropped to the floor.

It was past the usual time for daily check-ups, so Nie Yixiao couldn’t possibly have been taken out by a nurse for examination.

Where is he?

Could there be another problem with his health?

She ran out of the ward in panic, like never before, first thinking of checking the emergency room.

The door of the washroom next door opened, and a cold hand clutched her wrist.

That hand was chilling to the bone, with well-defined joints, but the accompanying voice was so calming:

"I’m here."

Although it was only three words, they immediately settled her heart.

She slowly turned around and saw Nie Yixiao in his blue and white hospital gown, surprised, "You’re awake?"

Nie Yixiao appeared very weak; the coma of more than half a month had made him look gaunt, his figure even more slender and tall, but his features still bore a touch of his former vigor.

The physical fitness and quality of someone who could join the ISM organization were, after all, a bit better than that of an average person.

Upon waking, he had first attempted to get out of bed and move around, then tidied up in the washroom; he didn’t expect to scare her, though.

He didn’t speak, just gazed at Jiayi, never having thought he would have the chance to see her again.

Jiayi quickly helped him to the bed, pressed the bell, and called for the doctor and nurse to come over.

Outside the ward, the bodyguard saw that Nie Yixiao was awake and made a call to the Boss.

***

Meanwhile, the doctor arrived.

After a series of checks, Nie Yixiao’s physical condition was still considered normal, and his wounds were healing well; he just needed to continue resting.

After it was over, the attending physician left the ward with the nurse.

The room quieted down.

Through Jiayi’s account, Nie Yixiao had a rough idea of what had happened to himself after that day.

He was rescued by a fishing boat and taken to a nearby hospital.

Then he underwent surgery, remained unconscious, until now.

That day, he had been ready to go down fighting, but surprisingly, heaven had spared his life, allowing him to see her again.

In this life, he was at peace.

Leaning against the hospital bed, his slender figure almost merged with the white walls, his thin lips moved slightly.

"It was your organization’s doing, wasn’t it?" Jiayi ventured.

He remained silent, believing that Huo Zhenyang must have almost finished the investigation on his end and had told her everything. After a long while, he nodded slightly.

"It’s because you refused to hand over the evidence, that’s why you fell out with them, right?" Her voice began to tremble.

Nie Yixiao said indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you. Actually, four years ago, after the Xuan Family case was settled, I already wanted to leave ISM, but I never had the chance. If I didn’t resort to such a life-threatening strategy, they wouldn’t have easily let me go. This is good. I’m free now, Jiayi, you should be happy for me."

She knew he didn’t want to dwell on it to spare her any guilt, her eyes reddening: "Brother Yixiao, I shouldn’t have let you help me like this, I almost got you killed... Why are you so foolish."

Nie Yixiao’s gaze turned to the window, where, in the twilight, the setting sun’s rays cast a faint golden glow on the glass pane.

New flesh was growing on the wound in his chest, a mix of pain and itching.

Yet his heart was calmer than it had been in four years.

This peace and tranquility, he hadn’t felt it since they broke up.

For after that, he had lost her, and life had been shrouded in darkness, devoid of any luster.

Turning his neck, he fixed his gaze on Jiayi, restraining the ripples in his narrow eyes, his lips tinged with a faint smile: "Do you still remember what your favorite novel was when you were little?"

Jiayi’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, her mind stirred, seemingly drawn into memories of her youth. She was not as agitated as before, her lips curving into a slight smile: "A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens."

"Others read A Tale of Two Cities as a serious world classic, but you said that it’s actually the world’s most touching love story. In the novel, Attorney Carton, for the happiness of the woman he loves, takes her husband’s place on the guillotine."

"I remember after you finished reading it, you commented that, in comparison, stories about staying chaste for a loved one or dying for them are all weak, and that the most shocking kind of love is to be willing to protect your love rival for your loved one—that is the ultimate love."

"Attorney Carton knew that he wasn’t the man the heroine loved, and that he couldn’t give her happiness, so he chose to die in place of her lover, to continue her happiness. How many such fools could there be in the world?"

Because he had just awakened, Nie Yixiao spoke with some effort, word by word. Jiayi didn’t interrupt him, listening patiently by his side.

Until he paused, his thin lips breaking into a faint smile:

"Yet, I accidentally became such a fool. Look, it doesn’t seem that difficult, and moreover, I’m much luckier than Carton—I’m still alive."

Her heart stirred, and the tears she’d been holding back finally slipped down.

His brows furrowed slightly as he raised his hand and brushed the teardrops from her face.

He didn’t like seeing her cry, he never did.

When she cried as a child, he would always find ways to bring her smile back.

Whether through holding her, coaxing her, or using his allowance to buy her favorite snacks.

But he wouldn’t be the one to wipe her tears away anymore.