After that, Shen Zui called Shi Nuan, but at that time her phone was turned off.

In fact, he hadn’t planned to say anything special over the phone—at most it was just a call born out of longing.

He wanted to feel that there was still some connection between him and Nuannuan, even if it was only hearing her voice.

But the outcome was like the summer night sky—lonely and stifling, without a sound.

...

After a flight that lasted more than ten hours, Shi Nuan and Song Yansheng arrived at New York International Airport.

It was the middle of the night in New York; even though they had slept quite a bit on the plane, Song Yansheng still had someone take Shi Nuan to his temporary residence to rest first.

He himself went to the hospital.

On the way to the hospital, he turned on his phone and only then saw the missed calls from Gu Zheng.

He quickly called back, but on the other end, Gu Zheng didn’t pick up.

Song Yansheng frowned, but he didn’t call a second time.

If Gu Zheng really had something urgent, he would definitely call again.

Right now, Wen Biyue’s injuries were still the most important thing.

When they got off the plane just now, Yao Ziwan had called Secretary Sa Li again, and the news from Sa Li’s side was still far from optimistic.

As for the shooting incident involving Wen Biyue this time, Sa Li also hoped to see Song Yansheng in person to explain it to him.

On this trip to America, aside from the bodyguards, Song Yansheng only brought Yao Ziwan.

Strictly speaking, when going to the hospital, Yao Ziwan should have gone along, but Song Yansheng couldn’t relax about Shi Nuan, so he had Yao Ziwan accompany her to the residence.

He went to the hospital with four bodyguards.

The car drove for nearly forty minutes before arriving at the hospital where Wen Biyue was.

As soon as Song Yansheng got out of the car, Sa Li came up to greet him, politely saying hello in English.

Song Yansheng walked forward with Sa Li, asking about the situation as they went.

Sa Li said, "Mr. Song, it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, it’s just that things are a bit special this time, because President Wen was shot while saving Mr. Liao, and since Mr. Liao isn’t here right now, I can’t explain everything clearly..."

"And..." Sa Li bit her lip and said, "And I also can’t quite believe President Wen would do something like this. After all, back then..."

Sa Li’s words trailed off; she didn’t go on.

But Song Yansheng knew what she meant.

Wen Biyue’s father died when she was nine years old.

It was the same kind of situation—he was shot.

But at that time, the target was Wen Biyue; in order to stay alive, she had knelt down and begged the thug not to kill her.

In the end, the thug said that he could spare her, but someone had to die that day.

The thug told her to choose who would die.

The people present at the time were Wen Biyue, her parents, her older brother, and her grandmother.

The person Wen Biyue finally chose was her father.

She watched with her own eyes as her father was killed by the thug, and it was a death she had chosen.

Because of this, Wen Biyue’s mother hated her for a lifetime, and her older brother, who was a few years older than her, disappeared without a trace.

From then on, Wen Biyue followed her grandmother, but by then her grandmother had also grown much colder toward her.

This incident caused quite a stir at the time; it became the dark stain of Wen Biyue’s life.

No matter how rich she became in this lifetime, it was a stain she could never wipe away.

In everyone’s eyes, Wen Biyue was someone who cherished her own life above all else, to the point that she could trade her own father’s life for it.

So for someone like that to risk her own life in order to save a man—this was indeed beyond comprehension, hard to believe!