Why does he always bring her harm?

Rong Sinan gritted his teeth, a strong sense of self-loathing surging in his heart.

He hated himself for always bringing harm to the one he loved most, hated himself deeply!

...

Less than half an hour later, Ning Wenqing and two other doctors wheeled Tang Yige out of the emergency room.

Rong Sinan tightened his jaw, closed his eyes, turned around, and walked over, glancing at the weak Tang Yige on the gurney, he hoarsely said, "Mr. Ning, how is she?"

Ning Wenqing pursed his lips and turned to the two doctors, saying, "Take Miss Tang to the resting room first, and remember to administer fluids to her."

"Yes, teacher," one of the doctors replied.

After the two doctors wheeled Tang Yige to the resting room, Ning Wenqing looked at Rong Sinan with a grave expression, "I’ve told you before, Miss Tang’s current emotional state must not be agitated, otherwise it’s extremely harmful to her body. This time, Miss Tang fainted due to anger overwhelming her, leading to a surge of blood flow."

Pausing briefly, Ning Wenqing continued, "This time it was just a faint; if it happens again, there’s no guarantee that she will wake up."

"..." Rong Sinan was startled, his eyes suddenly turning red with shock, staring at Ning Wenqing.

Ning Wenqing sighed, "Speaking favorably, Miss Tang’s current condition is barely adequate to call it a body. In truth, her organs are experiencing premature aging; if this continues, there will come a point where they rapidly deteriorate. Finally, all organs will completely fail and die, leading to death."

At this point, Ning Wenqing paused again, looking at Rong Sinan’s ashen face, saying, "With her current condition, if she can live past fifty, it’d be considered lucky."

After saying this, Ning Wenqing didn’t say anything more and turned to leave.

But Rong Sinan stood there, as if frozen, his face showing an unnatural pallor, his eyes bloodshot.

...

At ten in the morning, Rong Rui once again urged Zhang Lan to call Rong Sinan and ask for the hospital’s address.

Zhang Lan, feeling helpless, took out her phone to call Rong Sinan.

The phone rang, but a vibrating sound came from the bamboo chair in the yard.

Zhang Lan and Rong Rui were startled and walked toward the bamboo chair in the yard.

When they saw the black phone lying on the bamboo chair, Zhang Lan’s mouth twitched, she hung up the call and looked at Rong Rui with frustration.

Rong Rui’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, revealing small tiger teeth in a deep sulk staring at Zhang Lan.

Uh...

Zhang Lan shrugged, "I didn’t expect sir didn’t bring his phone."

"...What should we do now?" Rong Rui pulled at his eye corner, holding back his temper and not whining at Zhang Lan.

"This...we’ll just have to wait until sir returns." Zhang Lan said.

"Ah!"

It was only then that Rong Rui could no longer stand it and exclaimed loudly.

Zhang Lan, "..."

...

In the hospital resting room, Rong Sinan sat beside the bed, tightly holding one of Yige’s slightly cool hands.

Ning Wenqing’s words, like some terrible curse, echoing continually in his ear.

The past five or six years, he had always felt himself in agony, in the painful choice between loving her and not loving her.

But how could he not love someone deeply etched into his bones?

He couldn’t stop loving her, so he hated himself, he suffered.

This pain even made him feel like a part of his own character was distorted.

And this distortion, he "gifted" it all to the woman he loved the most.

So, when Tang Yuwen fell into hardship, he despicably proposed she be his lover, partly because he wanted her, wanted to possess her, and partly because he wanted to humiliate her!

Just like.

Back then, he knew what happened in the hotel wasn’t her doing, yet he perversely used it as an excuse to shame her countless times.

Letting her bear the storm of public opinion and cyber violence alone, enduring the destitution and desperation after being expelled from Tang Family by Tang Yuwen, ultimately forcing her to leave.

He watched all of this coldly, letting it unfold, never offering her a shred of help.

He saw her suffering, felt pain in his heart, yet balanced with it.

Him and her.

Why should only he suffer?

So, she must suffer too!

He thought she couldn’t bear leaving Z City, he would never see her again, he could gradually dilute his love and hate for her.

But it didn’t work, during the days without her presence.

His love and longing for her only intensified. The more intense, the more he hated her!

He realized that to her, he was like a demon, saying he didn’t love her but clinging to her, her pain was his joy!

Years passed, he still loved her, loved her insanely.