MTL - 60

—— The Diary of a Little Tyrant

Heartbreak can’t be numbed with anesthesia, so of course it hurts.

It hurts a lot, Tang Yu.

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No emergency surgery was needed, but the injury to her hand was severe enough that the glass shards had to be surgically removed. After taking X-rays and administering local anesthesia, it was already 3:00 AM.

Tang Xin was still running a fever. Her right hand was hooked up to an IV drip, while her left hand underwent surgery. She lay groggily on the hospital bed, allowing the doctors to extract the shards of glass from her palm.

The anesthesia dulled the pain, but she felt curious. Despite her exhaustion, she kept wanting to turn her head to look.

Tang Yu had already taken off his suit jacket, leaving him in a white shirt. There were faint bloodstains on his chest, and the top button of his collar was fastened. His hair had been trimmed shorter, almost resembling a buzz cut, accentuating his sharp facial features. He looked ascetic and stern.

Yet, at this moment, he was incredibly patient. With a gentle expression, he covered her eyes and murmured softly: “There’s nothing worth seeing. Don’t look.”

This drew frequent glances from the young nurse nearby. She thought he was handsome and bore a striking resemblance to the CEO of Time Light Entertainment.

But still—what was a CEO doing in the hospital in the middle of the night?

And looking like he’d just been in a fight, no less.

“I just want to take one quick look.”

“No.”

“…”

Fine, she wouldn’t look.

Tang Xin’s eyes were red from staying awake, and her small round face was deathly pale except for the red handprint on her cheek. She gazed at him pitifully: “My hand is injured. How am I supposed to write scripts…?”

She had only two months left to revise her script, and time was already tight. Her hand injury would take at least a month to heal completely. Getting into this kind of accident at such a critical moment was truly frustrating.

Tang Yu glanced down at her, unsure whether to scold her or comfort her. He smirked faintly and coaxed her: “What if I write it for you? You dictate, and I’ll type.”

Tang Xin: …

She muttered softly: “I can’t afford to hire you.”

“No charge.”

“…”

“Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt much now, thanks to the anesthesia…”

Tang Yu gazed at her intensely, his eyes burning with emotion: “Did it hurt when I rejected you?”

Tang Xin gasped, her heart skipping a beat. She turned her face away.

After a long pause, she finally said: “It hurt a little more than my hand does now. After all, you can’t numb heartbreak with anesthesia.”

The doctor and the young nurse both looked up, glancing between them. Only then did they realize these two weren’t a couple. The nurse found her words deeply philosophical and couldn’t help but comment: “If only we could use anesthesia for heartbreak.”

Tang Xin nodded in agreement: “Yeah, yeah, the hospital would be packed.”

Tang Yu gave a self-deprecating smile, his emotions tangled and bittersweet. If heartbreak could be numbed, then he would have been utterly doomed.

Tang Yu absentmindedly stroked her delicate white fingers. Tang Xin didn’t have the energy to argue with him and let him do as he pleased. Tang Yu frowned at her and began to settle accounts: “Why didn’t you listen to me and went upstairs by yourself?”

Tang Xin didn’t want to admit she’d done something foolish and tried to cover her face, but she had no free hands.

One hand was being operated on, and the other was hooked up to an IV drip, held firmly in his grasp. She could only bury her face into the pillow and mumble: “I guess I never told you—I grew up watching my dad chase debtors for loan sharks and even lend money at high interest. Usually, giving them money solves everything. And they took photos of Zhong Yan. She was rushing me because I was afraid that if I was late, those photos would get leaked. If that happened, Zhong Yan wouldn’t be able to show her face ever again…”

“You can just assume I wasn’t thinking straight because of my fever. Don’t laugh at me.”

The girl was genuinely concerned about her pride. Tang Yu was both exasperated and heartbroken. He cupped her chin, turning her face toward him, and stared directly into her eyes: “I’m not laughing at you. I’m心疼 (heartbroken).”

Tang Xin’s heartbeat quickened, and her head grew dizzier. She lowered her eyes and muttered softly: “Don’t think you can take advantage of me while I’m weak…”

Tang Yu gave an ambiguous smile. Seeing that she lacked the strength to argue further, he gently brushed her cheek with his fingers and asked softly: “Is there anywhere else you’re uncomfortable?”

“My whole body feels uncomfortable…” She finally closed her eyes, her voice growing fainter. “…My head hurts.”

“Sleep for a bit, okay?”

In the end, she fell asleep before the surgery was completed.

Tang Yu remained seated by the bedside, his expression weary. His eyes were slightly red, but he showed no signs of sleepiness. He stayed vigilant, worried that her fever might spike again in the middle of the night. After the doctors finished packing up and left, just before dawn, the young nurse came to check Tang Xin’s temperature again. She saw the man still sitting by the bed with his long legs stretched out, looking both ascetic and disheveled, irresistibly sexy. She stole a few glances at him before hesitantly reminding him: “Sir, you should rest for a bit. I’ll keep an eye on things and let you know if anything happens.”

“No need.”

Tang Yu declined coldly.

Even if someone told him to rest now, he wouldn’t be able to sleep.

The nurse glanced at him a few more times before leaving.

By 5:00 AM, Gao Heng and the driver returned, accompanied by Zhong Yan. Zhong Yan walked into the ward and called softly: “Mr. Tang.”

She didn’t know the nature of her cousin’s relationship with Tang Yu, so when she saw him appear in the KTV room earlier, she was completely shocked. Now, seeing him still dressed in the same clothes, sitting vigil by the bedside, she was even more astonished.

She realized their relationship was far from simple.

Tang Yu had been sitting in the same position for a long time. He merely glanced at her sideways, his face devoid of any emotion, clearly unwilling to engage in conversation.

Fearing he might disturb Tang Xin’s rest, he stood up and stepped out of the ward, leaving Zhong Yan awkwardly standing there.

Outside the ward, Tang Yu looked at Gao Heng: “Is everything taken care of?”

Gao Heng: “Everything’s handled. You can rest assured.”

After all, this was a KTV—a place where news of a film industry CEO beating someone up, regardless of who the victim was, could easily become explosive gossip. If word got out, it would tank the company’s stock price.

So Gao Heng had come to handle the situation, destroying all recorded videos and surveillance footage. Zhong Yan had gone along to give her statement.

Ordinary people would have suffered greatly at the hands of these loan sharks, but they had picked the wrong person to mess with—someone who had hurt Tang Xin. Tang Yu had broken the man’s nose and dislocated his wrist, his rage uncontrollable.

Gao Heng, who had worked with Tang Yu for so many years, had never seen him physically assault someone like this.

Ah, trouble comes with beauty.

No, wait—it’s fate’s turn.

Back when Tang Yu rejected Miss Tang, he didn’t know he would later find himself chasing after her through the fires of remorse.

And yet, even now, he still hadn’t managed to win her back.

Even Gao Heng, just an assistant, was worried sick!

Tang Yu walked back into the ward, ignoring Zhong Yan. He pulled a chair over and resumed his vigil beside Tang Xin, occasionally checking her forehead for fever. Sure enough, her fever spiked again, and he quickly called for the nurse and doctor.

After all this commotion, dawn had arrived.

Tang Yu hadn’t slept all night. Gao Heng brought him fresh clothes and toiletries. He went to the restroom to change and wash his face. His hair was still wet, and after drying it roughly, he emerged. He ate a quick breakfast and then leaned back in the chair, lazily staring at the girl sleeping soundly but hazily on the hospital bed.

During this time, Gao Heng came in and out several times, bringing documents for Tang Yu to sign.

Tang Xin was beginning to stir from her sleep, but her eyelids felt too heavy.

She couldn’t open her eyes no matter how hard she tried.

Until her lips felt a sudden softness, warmth, and a slight sting.

Someone was kissing her.

They even sucked lightly, causing a faint stinging sensation at the corner of her lips. Her lashes fluttered slightly, and when she realized what was happening, her heart began pounding wildly, and her entire body tensed.

After the kiss ended, Tang Yu squeezed her hand and leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs lazily. He hadn’t shaved today, and stubble shadowed his jaw. Seeing her thick lashes trembling, he deliberately reached out to touch them with his finger.

Once.

Twice.

Finally, Tang Xin couldn’t pretend to sleep anymore. She opened her eyes abruptly and stared at him accusingly.

Why did he steal a kiss?

Tang Yu seemed to understand the accusation in her gaze and smiled languidly: “I fought a guy for you. Isn’t a little kiss justified?”