Chapter 248: I will be here when you come back home

Amidst the chaos, the dust, the fury that had stirred through that cursed house—Hua Jing was finally wheeled out.

Her pale form was carefully secured onto the gurney, surrounded by masked medical personnel who moved like shadows through the night.

The Blue Gang cleared the path in silence. No one said a word.

The once eerie forest echoed only with the subtle hum of monitors now. And the cold crackle of leaves beneath hurried footsteps.

Fu Jing Rong followed behind her like a shadow tethered by fate.

He hadn’t let go of her hand.

Not for a second.

Even when they hoisted her into the back of the ambulance, even when the door slid shut, sealing them both inside that space of metal and urgency—he still held on.

Tightly.

Fiercely.

As though letting go meant losing her all over again.

Dr. Liang climbed in after them, adjusting the IV line and checking her oxygen levels, his movements brisk and practiced.

Hua Jing lay motionless, her face serene, like a porcelain doll untouched by time.

The machines beeped softly around them, a steady rhythm of borrowed time.

Fu Jing Rong didn’t blink.

Didn’t breathe.

He just stared.

Dr. Liang stole a glance at him, a flicker of worry slipping into his usually unreadable eyes.

"She’s stable," the doctor finally said, his voice calm. "Vitals are normal. Her heart is strong. But... she’s still not waking up."

Fu Jing Rong said nothing.

Dr. Liang sighed quietly and looked again at the monitor.

Everything looked fine. The numbers told a story of survival. But the girl lying there was still too far away. Trapped somewhere in her own world.

He turned to the driver and tapped twice on the window between them.

"Back to Southern Hospital," he instructed.

But before the driver could shift gears—

"No."

The voice was cold. Firm. Unshakeable.

Fu Jing Rong turned his head slowly, eyes like shards of obsidian under the dim fluorescent lighting.

"Take her to Yellow Garden."

Dr. Liang’s eyebrows raised slightly. "Yellow Garden?"

"Yes."

"But—"

"She will be receiving treatment at my place."

There was no room for argument in that tone.

None at all.

Dr. Liang looked at him for a moment longer, then finally nodded.

"...Understood."

The engine rumbled to life.

The ambulance peeled out of that forgotten road, tires crunching over gravel and silence, leaving behind the decaying house and everything it stood for.

The drive to Yellow Garden was silent.

But not the kind of silence that suffocated.

It was tense. Thick. Brimming with something unspoken.

As the ambulance curved past the main highway and began its ascent into the hills overlooking the capital, the city’s chaos fell away—swallowed by layers of mist and the soft hush of pine trees. The air turned crisp. Clear. As if even the atmosphere knew where they were headed.

Yellow Garden.

The name alone was almost mythical.

Many had heard whispers about it. Stories. Rumors. Speculations.

Fu Jing Rong’s private estate.

But no one had ever truly seen it.

Not even reporters.

Not even the most persistent paparazzi.

It was said to be an architectural marvel tucked into one of the most prestigious pieces of land in the city—hidden away from the world like a legend buried under silk and snow.

As the car turned into the long driveway, the gates—towering structures of blackened steel wrapped in vines of golden roses—parted without a sound.

Dr. Liang’s eyes widened.

Even in his long life of prestige and high society visits, he had never seen anything quite like this.

The moment they passed through the gates, it was as if they’d entered another realm.

A different dimension.

A quiet world untouched by time.

Gardens sprawled like oil paintings come to life—wisteria draping over white trellises, koi ponds shimmering under moonlight, and cobblestone paths winding through lines of cherry blossom trees that swayed gently in the breeze.

Then came the house.

Or rather, the palace.

A vast estate of ivory stone and ancient wood, framed by floor-to-ceiling windows and flanked by twin wings on either side. The main villa rose three stories tall, wrapped in delicate balconies, trailing vines, and golden lanterns that burned even in the morning light.

It was grand.

But it was not cold.

It exhaled elegance, but whispered sanctuary.

Dr. Liang blinked in disbelief.

Fu Jing Rong noticed.

He turned to him calmly. "Don’t worry."

His voice was soft now.

Not the sharp-edged tone he’d used before.

"Everything has already been prepared. She’ll be receiving full home care here. Nurses. Monitors. Everything."

Dr. Liang hesitated. "Why not keep her in the hospital?"

Fu Jing Rong’s eyes darkened.

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he looked toward the estate where staff were already rushing down the front steps with medical equipment in hand.

Fu Jing Rong did not speak. He only stared at the person in front of him, his thoughts unknown.

He could not risk having her go through what Hua Ling had taken her through. The other had managed to discharge her from the hospital and left her in that damn place to decay!

How could he trust anyone in this situation?

Her being in his private villa would also enable him to take care of her personally.

He could rest easy if she was close by.

Dr. Liang did ask another question.

There was nothing else to say.

The ambulance doors opened.

And for the first time in a long time... Hua Jing was home.

She had never been here before. Her own residence was on the other side of town.

She did not want anything to do with him at all in this world and remembering those days brought a chill inside his heart.

He had gone to her place once. He had been drunk, meaning to confess his feelings. He could not take the feeling anymore.

Being apart from her made him distraught. He did not end up going in though and she had never known he was there

Right now, he had been given this other chance so how could he let go now?

He leaned in before she was taken in and kissed her forehead softly, whispering,

"Rest now, my love, take your time. I will be here when you come back home..."