After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 188: Who Is An Shen?

Chapter 188: Chapter 188: Who Is An Shen?

Bian Yue and Li Sihe followed Doctor Zhang, passing through an endless forest, until they stopped in front of an ancient-looking red house.

The house was covered in red vines that spread upwards, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

Doctor Zhang revealed a kind and benevolent smile, "Miss Bian, please come in with Mr. Li and me."

Bian Yue nodded, holding back the unease in her heart as she followed Doctor Zhang inside.

Unlike the ancient and desolate atmosphere outside the red house, inside, the walls were painted a warm, bright yellow, and cleanly dressed nurses pushed carts with medical supplies along the corridors.

"These nurses and doctors are the ones who take care of Miss Bian Shu daily. Given Miss Bian Shu’s noble status, we dare not slacken," Doctor Zhang paused, then looked at Li Sihe, "Your father also instructed us to take good care of Miss Bian Shu."

Bian Yue clenched her fists without a sound, her eyebrows tightly locked as she followed behind Doctor Zhang in silence.

The glaring lights inside and the sunlight from outside merged, creating an indescribable sense of oppression.

As they walked further in, the group reached the end of the corridor.

Dr. Li, pointing at the white wooden door in front of them, smiled and said, "Please go in. Miss Bian Shu has just been given a sleeping pill and will need a little while to wake up. When she awakens, there will be a period of lucidity, so you can take the opportunity to speak with her."

"Thank you," replied Li Sihe indifferently, "I will accompany Bian Yue inside."

Doctor Zhang stepped aside, and Li Sihe, looking at Bian Yue’s serious expression, said softly, "Let’s go."

With the sound of his voice, Li Sihe turned the door handle.

The door was pushed open a crack, and Bian Yue, stepping ahead of Li Sihe, pushed the door open with force and entered.

Memory can be biased, and Bian Yue always knew that.

However, even if one forgets the details, when that person appears before you, all the past becomes clear.

Bian Yue saw Bian Shu, lying on the bed, weakened from prolonged illness, her life hanging by a thread.

Her eyes were tightly closed; her face hardly different from Bian Yue’s memory, almost still looking like her 18-year-old self.

But she no longer had her past vibrancy and liveliness.

Bian Shu was the epitome of what Bian Yue knew as a noble lady—gentle, delicate, pure, and always conducted herself with impeccable manners that left no room for criticism.

When their parents were alive, they would often use Bian Shu as an example to discipline Bian Yue.

But Bian Yue did not dislike Bian Shu; on the contrary, she admired her because she was so beautiful and kind.

Later on, when Bian Yue was 13, the 19-year-old Bian Shu suddenly disappeared, and from then on, that name faded from Bian Yue’s world.

Bian Yue thus lost all information related to Bian Shu.

Everyone told Bian Yue she had died.

Yet now, here she lay before her, breathing steadily.

"Why..." Bian Yue’s voice was terse, "Why is she here? All these years, why has the Li Family been hiding her?"

"I don’t know the reason she’s been kept here, but she contracted a serious illness and has been kept alive all these years with countless precious medicines and advanced medical equipment. My father isn’t the type to do meaningless things; if he saved Bian Shu, it was probably for some purpose."

Li Sihe’s voice was calm as he stood beside Bian Shu’s bed, looking down at Bian Yue, who was sitting by Bian Shu’s side.

The latter did not look up, but from Li Sihe’s angle, he could see Bian Yue’s trembling eyelashes.

It was as if she was sneering, a smile tinged with mockery: "You’re quite blunt."

"There’s no need for me to skirt around the truth that we both understand clearly," Li Sihe’s voice remained unemotional.

Bian Yue did not respond, nervously watching Bian Shu, holding her hand tightly.

Bian Yue’s thoughts were a tangled mess, countless disordered ideas flashing through her mind one by one.

Bian Yue thought: This person before me is the only relative in this world with whom I share a blood connection.

For Bian Yue, Bian Shu could be described as an unexpected joy, and that wasn’t an exaggeration.

Bian Yue held Bian Shu’s hand tightly, looking at this gentle, haggard woman, earnestly hoping in her heart that she would awaken soon.

The next moment, the hand in hers twitched. Bian Yue nervously lowered her head to see Bian Shu’s eyelashes quiver.

"Sister... Sister, have you awakened?" Bian Yue’s voice choked up.

And Bian Shu slowly opened her eyes, her gaze vacant, taking a while to refocus.

She looked at Bian Yue dully, and after a long time, her eyes moved slightly, her voice hoarse: "You... Who are you?"

As Bian Shu’s voice fell, Bian Yue’s tears also fell. She placed Bian Shu’s hand against her own face, crying incessantly: "It’s me, Bian Yue! Sister, you held me many times when I was little, you took me out to play, taught me to play the piano, you said I was your favorite sister... Sister, do you not remember any of that?"

Bian Yue cried uncontrollably, and beside her, Li Sihe watched her in this state, several times he raised his hand, wanting to soothe her trembling shoulders.

But in the end, his hand just hovered in mid-air.

He had no right to comfort her. How ridiculous.

"Bian Yue..." Bian Shu paused, then showed a tender smile: "You’ve grown up so much..."

Bian Yue nodded eagerly, smiling and saying, "Yes! Sister, I’ve grown up. You... Have you been living here alone all these years?"

Bian Shu’s smile stiffened slightly, she said: "This place is not bad... Bian Yue, I’m very happy to see you."

Bian Yue held back her tears, "Sister, what exactly is wrong with you? What illness do you have?"

"Am I sick?" Bian Shu looked bewildered, and in the next moment, as if something had come to mind, her face suddenly twisted in agonizing pain. She gripped Bian Yue’s hand forcefully, almost screaming: "I’m not sick! I’m not sick!"

"Sister... what’s wrong with you?" Bian Yue felt the pain in her hand, frowning at Bian Shu, full of worry, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Li Sihe had already pressed the intercom, he separated Bian Shu’s and Bian Yue’s hands, pulling Bian Yue behind him with a stern face.

"Why are you dragging me!"

"Can’t you see? She’s having an episode!" Li Sihe was serious.

Bian Yue looked incredulously at Bian Shu on the hospital bed, the woman who had just been gently speaking to her was now repeatedly banging her head against the wall, crying and uttering foul words, "You bastards, you all killed my An Shen! An Shen! An Shen..."

Bian Yue wanted to step forward, "Sister, what are you saying? Who is An Shen?"

Li Sihe held Bian Yue back, and at the same time, doctors came in from outside. They restrained Bian Shu methodically and administered a sedative.

Bian Yue felt suffocated, staring coldly at Li Sihe, "Who is An Shen?"