BFILWY CH 57

Chapter 57: Mission Accomplished and Stepping Away

An Yue was gone.

That day, after completing his MRI scan, Ye Qinghe, wearing the plastic slippers Aunt Chen had bought in a hurry, paced around the hospital room with joy. He waited and waited, but in the end, the one who arrived was a young, handsome guy.

“Hello,” the young man stood at the doorway of the hospital room, greeting the people inside with enthusiasm. “I’m here to deliver a package.”

“A package?” Ye Qinghe stood at the foot of the bed, puzzled as he looked at the person. “Who are you… You’re not An Yue.”

At first, when the young man entered carrying a suitcase, Ye Qinghe had thought it was An Yue. He even assumed An Yue was deliberately acting all distant and formal just to tease him. But upon closer inspection, this boy looked extremely young—barely eighteen or nineteen. He remembered An Yue was twenty-four, and his appearance should not be this youthful. Furthermore, this person’s voice was not hoarse at all. Instead, it was bright and clear, slightly high-pitched compared to most men.

“Huh?” The young man tilted his head, thinking for a moment before realizing what Ye Qinghe meant. “Oh! Are you talking about Mr. An? He’s the one who hired me to deliver this package. You are…?” He glanced down at the recipient name on his order slip. “Mr. Ye Qinghe?”

Seeing that Ye Qinghe, despite looking confused, still nodded, the young man stepped inside and placed the suitcase on the hospital bed. “This is your luggage. Please sign here.” He handed Ye Qinghe a clipboard and pen.

Ye Qinghe didn’t take it. He frowned. “Why?”

“Why what?” The young man was briefly stunned before realizing what Ye Qinghe meant. “I delivered the package, and I need your signature to complete the job.” His tone carried a hint of annoyance, wondering if he had run into a difficult customer. Luckily, Mr. An had already paid in advance.

At that moment, Aunt Chen came out of the bathroom and heard Ye Qinghe talking to a stranger. “Second Young Master, who is this?”

Now even more certain that this unfamiliar person had nothing to do with An Yue, Ye Qinghe knew Aunt Chen wasn’t a good enough actress to pretend to be so clueless.

“I’m from RunRun Help—a delivery service that runs errands for people. Now that I’ve delivered the package, can someone sign for it? I need to complete this order quickly so I can take the next one. Don’t waste my time,” the errand runner huffed when Ye Qinghe still didn’t take the clipboard, so he turned to Aunt Chen instead.

“There’s a service for running errands like this?” Aunt Chen asked skeptically while signing the form. “Who hired you to do this?”

The young man replied, “A Mr. An.”

Ye Qinghe paid no attention to their conversation. He quickly unzipped the suitcase, searched for his phone, and immediately gave a voice command: “Call An Yue.”

It was a command he had used countless times before. He had called that number so many times in the past. But this time, the phone’s voice assistant responded with something he had never heard before:

“Sorry, no contact named An Yue found.”

Ye Qinghe’s eyes widened in disbelief. He tried twice more, but the result was the same—his phone couldn’t find An Yue’s number. He then manually searched for it in his contacts, only to be met with a blank result.

He couldn’t find An Yue.

“Aunt Chen, call An Yue right now!” Ye Qinghe’s voice trembled as he shouted to the other person in the room. Then, he turned to the delivery boy. “You too. You should have the client’s phone number, right? Call him. Right now.”

Realizing how demanding he sounded, Ye Qinghe took a deep breath and added, “Please.”

Aunt Chen hurriedly dug through her bag for her phone. The young man, startled by Ye Qinghe’s reaction, obediently took out his own phone and dialed the number. He even put it on speaker.

Unfortunately—yet not unexpectedly—the most frustrating voice in the world responded:

“Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later.”

The young man shrugged, looking helpless. Before Ye Qinghe could get even angrier, he quickly ended the call and made a swift exit from the hospital room.

Aunt Chen finally found her phone and dialed, but the response was the same:

“Sorry… please try again later.”

Why did the phone keep apologizing? Why did it have to be like this?

Ye Qinghe slumped onto the sofa, holding his head in frustration. He couldn’t figure out what An Yue was trying to do.

Aunt Chen looked at him anxiously. “Second Young Master, are you alright? Is your head hurting again? I’ll call the doctor—”

“I want to go home.”

Ye Qinghe abruptly stood up, grabbed the suitcase, and started changing clothes.

Inside the suitcase, apart from clothes, An Yu had even packed a pair of shoes for him, carefully wrapped in a plastic bag. Seeing that, Ye Qinghe felt a mix of emotions.

How could you be so thoughtful to remember my shoes, yet so careless to forget to bring yourself? That’s too cruel!

Ignoring Director Yang’s objections, Ye Qinghe insisted on getting Aunt Chen’s house keys and prepared to leave the hospital immediately.

Just as he rushed toward the door without looking back, his assistant, Zhang Yongfeng, arrived.

Zhang Yongfeng knew nothing about the situation. The only thing he was aware of was the message he received from An Yue yesterday—informing him that Chairman Ye had fallen unconscious and was hospitalized. As soon as he finished work today, he rushed to the hospital, expecting to find his boss still in a coma and blind.

But instead, the moment he stepped inside, he saw Ye Qinghe wide awake, fully dressed, and practically running around. And as soon as Ye Qinghe spotted him from afar, he shouted:

“Yongfeng, perfect timing! Take me home!”

Zhang Yongfeng rushed over to Ye Qinghe, his excitement making him stammer, “Chairman Ye, y-you can see again?” But as he caught sight of the doctor and Aunt Chen following closely behind with solemn expressions, his initial joy turned into confusion.

“Hurry, take me home,” Ye Qinghe grabbed his arm and strode toward the exit without looking back. “Aunt Chen, please help me with the discharge procedures. I’m heading back first.”

“What’s the rush? You just woke up, and you’re already running around like this,” Director Yang scolded with a frown. “You’re not a child anymore—stop being so reckless.”

Zhang Yongfeng, who had only just arrived at the hospital, was dragged out again in a daze. Without much choice, he drove Ye Qinghe home.

In the car, Ye Qinghe took Zhang Yongfeng’s phone and searched for An Yue’s number. He dialed again, but the moment he heard the automated “Sorry,” he impatiently hung up. He then forwarded An Yue’s number to his own phone, holding onto a faint hope—maybe the next time he called, that troublesome, infuriating An Yue would actually pick up.

Or maybe… he wouldn’t even need to make another call.

Ye Qinghe tried to reassure himself. Aunt Chen had told him that An Yue had stayed by his bedside all night, holding his hand, watching over him until he was completely exhausted. He had looked so drained, his face had even turned pale. That was why Aunt Chen had urged him to go home and rest while packing Ye Qinghe’s things.

Maybe… just maybe, An Yue had been too tired to come back to the hospital. Maybe he had hired a courier service to deliver the suitcase instead. Maybe he had fallen asleep and forgotten to charge his phone, which was why it was turned off and kept apologizing.

He had been so unwilling to see me suffer. How could he possibly bear not to see me now?

He must be home, sleeping. He must be.

***

Zhang Yongfeng watched as Ye Qinghe, his emotions fluctuating unpredictably, hurried toward his apartment. He had been rushing all the way, practically charging forward. But the moment they stepped out of the elevator and reached the door, Ye Qinghe suddenly turned to him and gestured for silence.

“Keep your voice down. Teacher An is sleeping.”

Ye Qinghe carefully opened the door. Even when faced with an empty living room, he remained calm. He turned back and said softly, “Thank you for driving me home. Someone’s resting inside, so I won’t invite you in.”

Zhang Yongfeng stood outside, completely dumbfounded. He had just been shut out without even stepping inside.

Staring at the closed door, he couldn’t help but wonder—since when did Chairman Ye become so weird and paranoid after regaining his sight?

…Could this be some kind of post-concussion side effect?

As someone who was wholeheartedly hoping for Chairman Ye to recover quickly and return to the company to take charge, Zhang Yongfeng could only sigh in exhaustion.

(To be continued…)