The domineering president keeps his little wife captive

Seeing Meng Zimo so distracted, I probably didn't get anything out of her.

Chen Yuye took out his cell phone and walked to the balcony. He talked on the phone for a long time before it was picked up.

"What are you doing, answering the phone so late?"

Chen Yuye's dissatisfied voice sounded. Normally, he would answer the phone as soon as he called.

Today is so unusual, he’s not trying to pick up girls again!

"Well, it's okay. What's the matter? Why did you call me suddenly?" Chen Yuye would not call him on weekdays. It was An Xijie who called him.

"I haven't been able to contact your sister since she called Mo'er today." Chen Yuye said and looked at the woman sitting on the bed with her head down.

She must be looking forward to her friends coming to see her! She was busy preparing lessons some time ago, and today she finally received a call from An Yuhan.

After hanging up, I can’t contact you anymore.

"..." An Xijie suddenly fell silent. Chen Yuye frowned, suspecting that things were not simple.

An Xijie's voice came again, but with a hint of sadness, "After we separated that day, Xiaohan vomited non-stop and even vomited blood. I thought she had a stomach injury, so I contacted my parents and took her to the hospital."

Hearing this, Chen Yuye was a little stunned and his face turned pale.

"When we got to the hospital, she seemed to be having trouble breathing. I was completely shocked. I watched the lights in the operating room come on and waited outside all night."

An Yuhan's face was already pale when she was pushed into the operating room. She waited inside for her parents to sign, and only after they signed did they start the blood test.

"How are you now?" Chen Yuye didn't know how to comfort her. He felt very complicated, because if Meng Zimo knew the truth, what would she do? She would not be able to bear it.

"He was diagnosed with acute leukemia and is waiting for a bone marrow match. He is now undergoing chemotherapy every day. He is in a terrible state, and my mother is waiting here every day." An's mother felt guilty. After all, An Yuhan grew up with her grandparents and was afraid of their parents.

Now that she is sick, her mother feels even more miserable, as if all the suffering has fallen on her.

Chen Yuye felt mixed emotions after hearing this. He sighed and looked at the person still sitting there beside the bed.

He felt even more anxious.

His hands were very beautiful, long, white, with distinct joints, and his hand holding the door became stiff.

He sorted out his inner thoughts and changed his expression, "Are you hungry? I'll go downstairs and cook noodles for you." He squatted in front of her patiently, stroking her face and pinching it.

Meng Zimo frowned, feeling that An Yuhan was hiding something from her. "Do you think Xiaohan is hiding something from me?"

Chen Yuye paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "No, you are so close to her, how could she hide it from you? She must be busy."

Chen Yuye was also very conflicted internally, wondering whether he should tell her or not, as she had the right to know.

But I was also afraid that she would be sad. I wondered if she was troubled by An Yuhan’s incident or something else?

Meng Zimo ate very little for dinner, always felt nauseous, and looked unhappy.

"Are you really not going to go check it out?" Looking at her pale little face, she said she had a stomachache and then lay down on the bed to rest.

Chen Yuye didn't eat much for dinner, and he was worried that she was hungry. "No, don't worry about me."

She patted the seat next to her and motioned for him to lie down.

The next morning, Meng Zimo went to work as usual, and Chen Yuye arranged for someone to find a suitable bone marrow for An Yuhan.

Meng Zimo felt a little dazed and tired throughout the day.

After class, she went back to her office to sit and rest, without even going to eat lunch.

"Professor Meng, why didn't you go to eat?" These four girls heard people from Meng Zimo's class say in the cafeteria that Meng Zimo was not feeling well.

Maybe after he didn't come for dinner, the four of them prepared some food and brought it over.

Meng Zimo opened her eyes, looked up and saw the four of them, then said in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

"Professor, how can you not eat? Come on, this is what we called from the cafeteria, you should eat it while it's hot."

The four of them knew that Meng Zimo hadn't eaten yet, so they hurried to line up, fearing that the delicious food would be eaten up.

"Thank you!" Meng Zimo looked at the thermos in front of her and felt warm inside.

"Then we'll leave first, Professor Meng. You should eat quickly!" The four of them were afraid that they would disturb her meal, so they pushed each other and left.

"Have you eaten?" Chen Yuye was not busy, so he sent a message to Meng Zimo to express his condolences.

Meng Zimo threw a thermos bucket over.

Chen Yuye zoomed in to take a look at the pink bucket. "What's wrong? Didn't you go to the cafeteria to eat? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing that her desk should belong to the office, Chen Yuye worriedly recalled her appearance last night.

"Those four little girls sent it. How thoughtful."

Meng Zimo showed off her little girls, and it felt so warm to see them.

Chen Yuye raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Then eat quickly! Don't let them down."

After class, Chen Yuye came to pick up Meng Zimo as usual. On the way back, Xu Zhi called.

It is not easy to pick up Chen Yuye because of driving.

"Let me get it for you!"

"Um"

After pressing the answer button, Xu Zhi's voice was amplified dozens of times.

"Mr. Chen, there's a bone marrow match at XX Hospital who wants to..." Chen Yuye hung up the phone before Xu Zhi finished speaking.

Meng Zimo, who was puzzled, saw the phone was hung up and asked, "What bone marrow?"

"Nothing, just helping someone else." Chen Yuye pretended to drive seriously, but his eyes were full of panic.

Damn, he actually forgot about this.

I shouldn't have answered the phone. "No, you are lying. Tell me why you are looking for this..." As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something.

"Is it, Yuhan, is it?" Her trembling voice sounded, and Chen Yuye was so scared that he stopped in the parking lane next to him, hugged her head and gently stroked it, "Silly, don't cry, it's nothing."

"I don't believe it. I'll call Yu Han right now. I don't believe why she doesn't answer my call."

Meng Zimo untied her bag tremblingly and tried to take out her cell phone, but her hands were shaking.

She felt a sharp pain in her heart, and heavy sorrow tightly wrapped around her heart.

"Mo'er, yes, it's her." Chen Yuye grabbed her hand as she took out her cell phone. One day she would know the truth.

Her chest felt as if it were pierced by ice, and every breath she took became sour and bitter.

Her eyes were moist and tears as big as beans flowed quickly down her fair cheeks.

The pain came without warning, as if all the blood in my body was suddenly drained away. My cold hands froze there, and now I seemed unable to make any sound.

Chen Yuye watched her biting her lips, tears pouring out like water and hitting his hands, warm and cold at the same time, "Don't do this, don't do this, Mo'er." He reached over the gearshift and hugged the trembling little woman tightly.

"Take me to see her." She suppressed the severe pain in her heart and spoke in a crying voice near his ear.

Chen Yuye paused and said, "Okay." Even if he didn't send her there, she would find a way to go there herself.

Along the way, all I could hear was Meng Zimo sobbing while looking at her phone. That was a photo of her and An Yuhan, taken when the two of them went to see the snow.