They walked to the hospital entrance, where a wedding car decorated with flower garlands was ready. When Tao Yu was about to open the car door, Yue Lin stopped her and opened it himself, his smile unusually shy: “Let me.”
Tao Yu pinched her palm to maintain her smile. Just as she was about to get in the car, a child ran up and handed her a pink envelope: “Sister, this is for you!”
The bodyguard was about to intervene, but stopped at Yue Lin’s glance. Tao Yu took the envelope curiously; it was thick and heavy, clearly containing more than just a note. Before she could ask, the child ran off in the opposite direction. She followed his figure and caught a glimpse of a black silhouette passing by.
Yue Lin saw it too. After exchanging a look with Tao Yu, he sat in the car. Once they had driven out of the hospital, he slowly asked: “Is this from Yue Ze?”
“…How could it be? It should be that man from earlier,” Tao Yu said, starting to open the envelope. “I saw him when I was buying breakfast before. At the time, he seemed familiar. Now that you mention it, he does look a bit like you two, but I’m sure he’s not Yue Ze.”
She paused, then softly added: “Yue Ze is hospitalized on the first floor. I didn’t tell you before, sorry.”
“You went to see him?” Yue Lin asked.
Tao Yu lightly laughed and shook her head, emptying the contents of the envelope onto her hand. It was a stack of photos. She looked at them, then completely froze.
Yue Lin noticed her reaction and looked down, seeing Yue Ze’s bloodied, battered face in the photos. His eyes instantly darkened.
“…Is he trying to disrupt our wedding with this mess?” Tao Yu asked, her voice trembling.
Yue Lin took the photos, flipped through them, and saw an address on the back. He immediately told the driver the address and asked the car to stop, telling Tao Yu to get out.
“Young Master?” Tao Yu’s eyes widened.
Yue Lin lowered his eyes, a hint of coldness in them: “Yue Ze wouldn’t stoop to such tactics.”
