"Mrs. Mo, don't worry. I will make sure Alin fully cooperates with you."
After listening to Xiao Wenqing's plan, Zhou Mingfu patted his chest in assurance. Ruining Wen Ran and Mo Xiuchen was nothing but beneficial to him. If it weren't for Mo Xiuchen interfering, he would have already taken control of Wen Pharmaceuticals.
"You said you had something to discuss with me?"
Xiao Wenqing took a sip of her coffee, her tone indifferent and cold.
A sinister smile flickered across Zhou Mingfu's eyes as he leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. "Mrs. Mo, we share the same goal. You deal with Mo Xiuchen, and I'll handle Wen Ran. You don't want her entangled with Zixuan anymore, do you? I have the perfect plan."
"What plan?"
Xiao Wenqing was pleased with the idea. To her, Wen Ran had seduced her son in some unknown way, causing Zixuan to change completely. He didn't even listen to her anymore.
Zhou Mingfu's expression darkened as he gritted his teeth. "As long as we destroy Wen Ran, all our problems will be solved."
"How do you plan to destroy her?"
Xiao Wenqing looked at him questioningly. He was ruthless and vicious—he had even gone so far as to kill Wen Hongrui and his wife just to seize Wen Pharmaceuticals.
"She's a woman. The best way to ruin her is to find a few men…" His voice was laced with malice. "I've already devised a method, but I need your cooperation."
"How do you need me to cooperate?"
Xiao Wenqing didn't agree immediately. She preferred to stay out of things unless absolutely necessary.
"Next week, there's a pharmaceutical trade fair in F City. At that time…"
"Alright."
In the hospital ward, Wen Ran sat beside the bed, reading the newspaper to her brother before switching to a story.
"Brother, I've been talking for so long that my mouth is dry, and you haven't even responded once. Isn't that a bit too much?"
She had been speaking for nearly an hour, and her throat was parched. The glass of water in front of her was already empty, yet Wen Jin remained asleep. Seeing him like this, her heart ached again.
She glared at her brother, but after staring for a while, her eyes became misty. With a pitiful voice, she asked, "Brother, how much longer are you going to sleep?"
Deep down, she wished she could be the one lying there instead of her beloved brother.
That day, if it weren't for her brother holding her tightly and shielding her with his own body at the last moment, she wouldn't have survived unscathed. Seeing him lying here, unconscious and unresponsive, felt like a knife cutting through her heart.
Her phone suddenly vibrated inside her bag. She bit her lip, took it out, and saw the caller ID. Her eyes flickered slightly as she pushed down the sadness in her heart. Pressing the answer button, she tried her best to sound calm.
"Hello?"
"What's wrong?"
Despite her efforts, the person on the other end of the call detected the slight nasal tone and sorrow in her voice.
Wen Ran was momentarily startled before replying lightly, "Nothing… Do you need something?"
"Where are you?"
Instead of answering, the person asked a question in return. Wen Ran walked to the window, looking outside. Below was a lush lawn where a few patients sat with their families on benches, the scene peaceful and serene.
"I'm at the hospital."
Watching the tranquil happiness of others, her emotions gradually settled. She turned to look at her brother, thinking that once he woke up, she would bring him outside to sit by the lawn as well. Even if they didn't talk, just sitting there together would be a kind of happiness.
"Open the door."
Lost in thought, Wen Ran didn't catch what Mo Xiuchen said at first. When he repeated himself, she finally reacted, blinked in confusion at the door for a couple of seconds, then hurried over to open it.
Mo Xiuchen's tall, imposing figure stood before her.
"You… why are you here?"
Surprise flickered in her eyes. As she lifted her hand to wipe her tears, a large, warm palm caught her wrist. His rough fingertips brushed against her cheek, gently wiping away the unshed tears.
His brows furrowed slightly as he gazed deeply into her eyes and ordered in a low voice, "No more crying."
His warm, masculine scent enveloped her. Wen Ran's heart trembled slightly, and she lowered her gaze to avoid his penetrating stare.
"Did you hear me?"
Getting no response, Mo Xiuchen asked again, his hand still resting against her cheek. The warmth of his palm seeped into her skin, causing a faint blush to creep up her face.
"I'll try…"
Her voice was soft, carrying both a hint of strength and a trace of grievance. If her brother woke up soon, of course, she wouldn't cry anymore. But watching him lie there day after day, unresponsive no matter how much she spoke to him—how could she not feel heartbroken?
"It's not about trying. You must stop. I don't want to see you cry yourself blind one day."
After saying this, Mo Xiuchen withdrew his hand and strode into the ward, heading straight for the hospital bed.
"Mo Xiuchen?"
Wen Ran was startled. Unsure of his intentions, she called his name anxiously and quickly followed him.
Mo Xiuchen stopped beside the bed, his deep gaze fixed on Wen Jin as he spoke in a solemn tone, "Wen Jin, I know you can hear me. Listen carefully—if you don't wake up soon, Wen Pharmaceuticals will be taken away, your beloved sister is being bullied every day, and the people who killed your parents are still roaming free…"
"Mo Xiuchen, stop it!"
Wen Ran's face turned pale as she reached out to cover his mouth. There were things she had deliberately kept from her brother—she didn't want him to worry.
Mo Xiuchen turned his face away, dodging her hand. Seizing her wrist instead, he continued coldly, "Your sister even sacrificed her marriage to protect Wen Pharmaceuticals. She married me, a supposedly 'incapable' man. If you don't want her to be a widow for life or to cry herself blind one day, then wake up."
"Mo Xiuchen, I told you to stop!"
Furious, Wen Ran pushed him toward the door. Mo Xiuchen had already said everything he wanted to, so he let her shove him out of the ward.
"How could you say those things to my brother without my permission?"
Tears welled up in Wen Ran's eyes as she glared at him. The last thing she wanted was for her brother to know that she had traded her marriage to protect Wen Pharmaceuticals.
Neither her brother nor her late parents would ever have wanted her to sacrifice her happiness for the company.
Her brother had risked his life to protect her—how could he bear to see her give up her own future for Wen Pharmaceuticals?
She had always shared joyful memories with her brother, hoping that happy recollections would bring him back, not sadness and worry.
Mo Xiuchen looked into her teary, angry eyes, his brows slightly furrowed. Unbothered, he said, "I was helping you. Don't you want your brother to wake up sooner? He needs to understand the current situation—only then will he stop indulging in sleep."