"Uh, is it okay?"

"I guess so?"

Just as Yan Huan held the apple in his palm, cutting it into small pieces, Sakuragi Hitomi noticed the blood-stained bandage under his hospital gown.

"Here, it’s done..."

Yan Huan placed the knife on the table beside him and put the apple into the plate on the bedside table one by one.

He was about to hand it over to Sakuragi Hitomi when she slightly trembled her lips and softly spoke,

"President..."

"What..."

Yan Huan was holding the plate, his gaze not yet shifted when he saw Sakuragi Hitomi stand up and tightly embrace him.

"..."

Yan Huan was slightly stunned, glancing at her long hair that faded from black to cherry on her neck.

In his ear, Sakuragi Hitomi’s voice was light and gentle,

"President... Next time, don’t do such... things that worry me again, okay?"

Yan Huan knew she was talking about his car accident injury.

Yet, for some reason, Yan Huan always felt her sadness was heavy, seemingly heavier than the injury he had now suffered.

It was as if, prior he wasn’t just injured in the car accident, but truly had a life-and-death separation with her, leaving her heartbroken...

Hmm?

He...

Was indeed injured in a car accident, right?

Yan Huan was confused, puzzled as to why he thought this way.

"I’m still fine... ow!"

In the embrace, just as Yan Huan spoke, he felt his ear being pinched, seemingly as a warning not to say such things.

"..."

Feeling Sakuragi Hitomi’s seriousness, Yan Huan put down the fruit plate in his hand, then embraced the seemingly delicate yet strong girl in front of him tightly,

"Alright, I promise you..."

Yan Huan instinctively pulled her into his arms, wanting her to lean completely into his embrace.

But Sakuragi Hitomi, fearing to touch Yan Huan’s wound, was only willing to stand and hug,

"Oh..."

"...Alright, if you don’t eat the fruit soon, it’ll darken, you..."

Yan Huan gently patted Sakuragi Hitomi’s back, just as he spoke, he suddenly noticed the ajar door of the ward.

Outside the door stood a very beautiful long-haired woman, covering her mouth with an implicit smile, observing the situation inside the room,

"Hehe..."

"!!"

Seeing this, Yan Huan immediately frowned and loudly asked,

"Who is it?"

"Eh?"

In his arms, Sakuragi Hitomi was also startled, quickly straightening her body with a slightly red face and looking back.

Also saw the beautiful woman peeking at the door.

Sakuragi Hitomi was both shy and annoyed, thinking that she had always been the one peeking at others, but today the tables had turned?!

"Aunt?!"

Seeing this, Sakuragi Hitomi immediately puffed her cheeks, clenched her pink fists, and spoke, seemingly complaining.

Yan Huan, on the other hand, was stunned, looking at Sakuragi Hitomi.

Aunt?

Sakuragi knew this woman?

A relative of the Sakuragi family or...

"Sorry, sorry, Hitomi, I accidentally stumbled upon... and you, you brat, don’t even recognize your own mother?!"

At the door, the beautiful woman awkwardly scratched her cheek, then pushed open the door.

She wore a well-fitted, expensive white dress, carrying a branded handbag in her hand, looking very affluent.

Yet, hearing her words, Yan Huan’s eyes instantly widened.

Mother?!

Yan Huan once again scrutinized the woman in front of him, and upon careful observation, he found that the woman really resembled him...

As the saying goes, sons take after their mothers, Yan Huan seemed to be the same.

His handsome face, about five or six parts, came from the woman in front of him...

And she is...

"You..."

At this moment, Yan Huan’s mind was a bit chaotic, but he vaguely remembered that soon after he transmigrated, his parents died in a plane crash!

Now, how did his mother suddenly...

"Ah..."

Seeing Yan Huan’s shocked expression as he stared at her, the woman looked down at her clothes and handbag.

She then realized something, hurriedly covering her mouth,

"Oh no, it’s exposed... learning of your accident, I came back in a hurry, so..."

"Ah?"

Yan Huan was dumbfounded, not realizing what she said.

But the woman pondered for a long time, then sighed, walked to the bedside, and held Yan Huan’s hand,

"Sorry, Xiao Huan, Dad and Mom didn’t mean to deceive you."

Could it be...

Could it be that these years, they were just pretending to be dead?!

This was the first thought that flashed in Yan Huan’s mind.

But the next second, the woman pursed her lips, hesitatingly said,

"Xiao Huan, actually, Dad and Mom... are rich!"

"?"

Yan Huan blinked, his thoughts a bit out of pace.

He held his somewhat aching head, instinctively wanting to reconcile the contradictions in his mind with the woman before him,

"Wait... haven’t I always been living in a public rental apartment in the South District..."

Upon hearing this, the woman in front showed a guilty expression,

"Yes, that apartment was purposefully bought by your dad and me to toughen you up, pretending to rent it to you..."

"?"

Yan Huan opened his mouth, immediately saying,

"But wasn’t I living alone all along..."

"Sorry, I know... it was us, your dad and me, who wronged you. Our work is very busy, often flying around the world... and we told you we were working in Dragon Country Port City... boo... boo boo..."

"No no no, I mean... didn’t you pass away long ago?"

"!!"

"President!"

Upon hearing this, the woman and Sakuragi Hitomi both widened their eyes.

Then Sakuragi Hitomi immediately chimed in to remind, even hugging the woman in front, comforting her,

"Aunt Wang, the President didn’t mean it... you said it too suddenly, so the President can’t accept it all at once..."