The other end of the line said something that caused Qin Feng's expression to change drastically, his eyes dimming bit by bit, his face showing a despairing unwillingness.
When Yao Yifan had the door kicked open, the phone line in the hotel room had already been cut. Qin Feng lay on the bed, his face pale and unconscious.
Several white pills were scattered on the floor. Yao Yifan picked them up and saw they were sleeping pills.
His expression sharpened, and he immediately ordered Qin Feng to be sent to the hospital. Then, while inspecting the room, he called Lou Yuming to report.
"Suicide?"
Lou Yuming's voice was cold and dismissive. "Send him to the hospital where Shao Cheng is staying."
Yao Yifan replied, "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely ask the doctors to do their utmost to save him!"
"Why should you try your best to save him?"
Yao Yifan was stunned. "Only if Qin Feng lives can it prove Miss Song, isn't that right?"
Lou Yuming sneered, his tone as sharp as thin ice.
"If he wants to die, let him die. Song Xi doesn't need him alive to prove anything."
Yao Yifan suddenly understood. Qin Feng's life or death had nothing to do with Song Xi. Whether he lived or died, the sir would find a way to clear Song Xi's name. It was just that a dead man couldn't speak, making the process a bit more troublesome, that was all.
"Okay, I understand."
Yao Yifan added, "By the way, sir, the phone line in the room was cut. I suspect Qin Feng must have called someone when he arrived here."
Lou Yuming raised an eyebrow. "Where's his phone?"
"Not found in the room."
He had truly covered all his tracks.
Lou Yuming's expression turned cold. "Check with the hotel management to see if they can find anything."
"Yes!"
Meanwhile, at the hospital.
The woman lay in the hospital bed, her delicate features possessing a fragile beauty due to her weakness.
Gazing at the scenery outside the window, Song Xi turned to Xiao Mo and asked, "How is it online now?"
Her voice had gradually improved over the past few days.
Xiao Mo's apple-peeling paused, and she smiled. "Sister Song Xi, don't worry. With Brother Dai here, everything will be handled soon."
"Really?" Song Xi reached out. "Then give me your phone."
Xiao Mo's smile froze. "Sis... Sister Song Xi, you just recovered not long ago. The doctor said you need to rest well and avoid electronic devices as much as possible. If you get too tired, you might fall ill again."
"I'll just look for a minute..."
"Sister Song Xi, don't worry! Brother Dai has already explained things to the sponsors regarding work; it won't be delayed."
"Xiao Mo..."
Seeing her like this, Xiao Mo couldn't resist. She was afraid that if she softened her heart, she would reveal everything that had happened in the past few days. But Brother Dai had told her not to worry her.
So, Xiao Mo put down the peeled apple and retreated backward while making excuses. "I... I suddenly remembered I haven't reported your condition to Brother Dai today yet! I'll make a call. Sister Song Xi, you should rest early!"
Watching her hasty retreat, Song Xi frowned.
It seemed a lot had happened during her few days of rest.
In fact, Song Xi should have expected it. Since Shao Cheng had come to B City, it meant Lou Yuming knew as well.
However...
Song Xi slowly dug at her palm with her fingers.
During her hospitalization, why had he never visited, not even a text message or a call?
Why?
What was he thinking now?
Knock, knock—
There was a knock on the door. Song Xi thought it was a nurse, so she hid the disappointment in her eyes and said, "Come in."
The door opened slowly. A man stood there, holding a bouquet of flowers, his entire body wrapped up extremely tightly.
Song Xi was stunned. When she saw the man remove his scarf and hat, she was greatly surprised.
"Why are you here?"