The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 480: Waiting for Dawn

Fāng Jiāqí was pushing Kaka through the First Terror Organization’s garden. The sunshine was beautiful today, bright and clear. After several days of gloom, the weather had finally cleared up. The garden was filled with various flowers, and the scent of blossoms filled the air.

She talked to him and tried to cheer him up, but Kaka was clearly preoccupied.

Fāng Jiāqí stopped and sat down on a stone bench nearby, smiling faintly and charmingly. "Nánfēng, what’s wrong?"

"When will Wushuang wake up?"

Fāng Jiāqí sighed. "You ask me, but I don’t know either."

"You are her attending physician."

"Nánfēng, even so, I don’t know when Wushuang will wake up. You should understand that some things are beyond a doctor’s control. I can only tell you that I will do everything in my power to ensure she wakes up." Fāng Jiāqí said. Because Wushuang was so important to Kaka, if Wushuang died, Kaka would never be happy. He would never smile again. Therefore, Wushuang absolutely could not die.

Kaka sat calmly in his wheelchair. Fāng Jiāqí didn’t talk to him about Wushuang anymore. Instead, she said, "Do you want to try walking a few steps?"

"No, I want to sit alone for a while."

"Nánfēng..."

Kaka’s gaze fixed on the sky. The gentle breeze brushed past, yet he couldn’t find peace. Wushuang’s voice kept ringing in his ears: *Silly, I’m fine.*

*I’m fine, I’m fine.*

How many times had Wushuang told him over the years, *I’m fine, I don’t hurt, I’m okay, I’m doing great*... Why had he always ignored her feelings? Why had he been so negligent every time?

In truth, he never wanted to hear Wushuang say those things. Every time she said, *I’m fine, I don’t hurt, I’m okay, I’m doing great*, he felt as if he’d been punched, a dull ache in his chest. He absolutely didn’t want to hear those meaningless words, but why had he never contradicted her, and just listened for all these years?

He let out a long sigh, trying to ease the ache in his chest. He was afraid that if he didn’t breathe deeply, the pain would be unbearable.

He wanted Wushuang to wake up so he could hear her say, *I don’t hurt*, one more time. This time, he would truly understand her feelings.

The Queen actually possessed a Princess’s heart.

But the Prince didn’t know how to cherish it, so this Princess’s heart was wounded again and again, and eventually refused to show itself to him anymore.

A weight settled on his shoulder. Kaka opened his eyes. Fāng Jiāqí gently patted his shoulder. "She will be fine, Nánfēng. Don’t be sad. When you’re sad, I feel sad too."

"I want some water," Kaka said. Fāng Jiāqí smiled. "Okay."

She glanced at him and turned to fetch the water. The Vermilion Bird was right behind them. Seeing Fāng Jiāqí approach, she waved. Fāng Jiāqí walked over with a smile. "Vermilion Bird, I’m so sorry, I’ve been so busy since I got back, I forgot to tell you that I brought you a gift. I’ll give it to you tonight."

The Vermilion Bird pulled Fāng Jiāqí aside. "You’re still smiling like this? Aren’t you worried at all?"

"Worried about what?"

The Vermilion Bird rolled her eyes. She was the same age as Fāng Jiāqí, and they were the best of friends, so she couldn’t help but worry for her good sister. "Nánfēng and Mò Wushuang."

Fāng Jiāqí’s smile slightly faded, but quickly returned. "You’re overthinking things. Wushuang is in critical condition right now, so it’s normal for Nánfēng to be worried and sad. Vermilion Bird, I’m telling you, don’t deliberately say things for the Mò brothers to hear."

"I wasn’t deliberate. Those are all facts," the Vermilion Bird said. She was a clever woman and naturally understood what Fāng Jiāqí was implying. "You’re truly heartless. I was only worried about you."

"I know you’re worried about me, but some things shouldn’t be said, and what you said was inappropriate," Fāng Jiāqí said, pausing. "You consider how Nánfēng would react if he overheard those words."

"What could he do?"

"Don’t be stubborn. Would you dare to say it in front of Nánfēng?" Fāng Jiāqí looked at her, smiling, and tugged her hand. "Alright, let’s not talk about it anymore. Some things you know in your heart. There’s no use in me saying more. Wushuang’s life is unclear, and I’m very worried too. Like Nánfēng, I hope she can wake up."

"You are truly magnanimous," the Vermilion Bird said coldly.

Fāng Jiāqí smiled. "When you love someone, you tolerate everything about him. I’m not talking to you anymore. I’ll find you tonight."

"Okay!"

The Vermilion Bird turned and left. Fāng Jiāqí put her hands into her lab coat pockets and shook her head gently. She turned and saw Zhōu Mùhán. She greeted him graciously. Zhōu Mùhán nodded. He had heard everything just now.

"Mùhán, did you want to talk to me?" Fāng Jiāqí smiled softly. She was always gentle and graceful, very much the respectable young lady. When she smiled like that, few people could refuse her request, and few could bear to deceive or hurt her.

Zhōu Mùhán was always a man of few words. "No."

Fāng Jiāqí smiled and turned to fetch water for Kaka. Zhōu Mùhán watched her retreating figure thoughtfully. This woman was gentle and generous, and her personality was a good match for Kaka’s. The two of them felt very much like Chǔ Lí and Róng Yán.

Zhōu Mùhán was somewhat biased. It couldn’t be helped; their connection was different.

Someone rushed past. Zhōu Mùhán frowned. "Why the hurry?"

The person paused, then laughed. "Miss Chǔchǔ has arrived."

Zhōu Mùhán’s typically narrowed eyes suddenly widened with a brilliant light, as if flowers had bloomed.

As soon as the plane stopped, Chǔchǔ stepped off. She was a girl of about eighteen, exceptionally pretty, especially her eyes, which were large, round, and sparkling on her fair face. Her features were already very delicate, but those eyes added immeasurable charm. She wore a light green dress and white canvas shoes. Her skirt swayed like soft green leaves, like a little elf raised in the forest.

"Brother Mùhán..." Chǔchǔ waved, her smile bright, fluttering toward him like a happy butterfly. She flew into Zhōu Mùhán’s open arms, filling them with a sweet scent. The girl’s joyful laughter echoed in the air.

"Why did you rush back?" Zhōu Mùhán set her down, a gentle kiss landing between her eyebrows. Chǔchǔ’s face flushed pink, like cherry blossoms dancing in March.

"I heard that Brother Nánfēng and Sister Wushuang were injured, so I came back to see them, and to see you, by the way," Chǔchǔ lifted her chin playfully. Zhōu Mùhán pinched her cheek. "Which one was ’by the way’?"

Chǔchǔ laughed and tried to duck away. "Hmph, it was just by the way!"

Chǔchǔ was the daughter of Chǔ Lí and Róng Yán, her full name being Chǔ Chǔ. In fact, Chǔchǔ was originally just her nickname, but everyone got used to calling her that, so it became her official name. This young girl was the precious darling held in the palms of everyone’s hands.

Everyone in the First Terror Organization, from top to bottom, treated her as a treasure.