Chapter 24 Will She Survive?

Chen Ze hesitated for a moment, dim memories surfacing. He recalled the first time he saw Du Yue at a banquet in the school hall. She had exuded elegance as she performed on the piano, her slender fingers dancing like butterflies—an image that remained etched in his mind.

But now, her hands were ravaged by chilblains, the flesh raw and peeling. How could he reconcile this sight with the graceful pianist he once knew?

A sudden constriction gripped his chest, leaving him breathless.

"Knock, knock."

The sound of knocking jolted Chen Ze back to reality. His dark eyes refocused as he clenched his fists.

How could he be so foolish as to pity Du Yue? Everything she endured was self-inflicted! Had she not conspired with his father out of jealousy towards Shen Ya, Shen Ya would never have suffered such humiliation, and Du Yue wouldn't have ended up in this state!

She was born vile and deserved no mercy!

"Come in!" Chen Ze barked, his tone harsh. The person knocking hesitated for several seconds before entering—it was Shen Weiyi.

She carried a steaming bowl of medicinal broth and addressed Chen Ze, "Master, the kitchen has prepared a remedy to ward off the chill for Miss Du. Perhaps you could persuade her to take a few sips?"

With that, Shen Weiyi placed the bowl on the table and quietly withdrew.

Chen Ze stared at the broth for a long while, picked it up—it was still warm—and after gazing at Du Yue in silence, he finally spooned a small amount toward her lips.

Even in illness, Du Yue remained as obstinate as ever. Whatever entered her mouth was promptly rejected.

Fury surged within Chen Ze. He forced her jaw open and pressed the spoon against her cracked, bloodless lips, determined to make her swallow.

It had been an eternity since he'd been this close to a woman. Suppressing a primal urge, he pulled Du Yue into his arms.

"Du Yue, you are not allowed to die," he murmured, repeating the words like a mantra. As her breathing gradually steadied, his eyelids grew heavy.

In the middle of the night, Chen Ze awoke drenched in heat. Not only was the room stifling, but the woman beside him burned with fever, her skin scorching to the touch.

He pressed his hand to her forehead, then quickly rose to make a call.

Ten minutes later, his friend Jing Xinyi arrived, grumbling under his breath and carrying a medical kit. Upon seeing Chen Ze, he launched into a tirade: "Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea what time it is? Calling me over for this—thank goodness I wasn't with anyone, or I'd have blocked you for sure!"

"Enough talk. Get inside."

Jing Xinyi froze upon realizing they were in Chen Ze's master bedroom. When he caught sight of the woman lying there, his shock was palpable.

"Well, well... So even you has changed his ways?" Jing Xinyi teased, though his voice faltered when he recognized the face beneath the disheveled hair.

Du Yue?

Looking at Chen Ze again, Jing Xinyi detected something new in his expression—something unreadable.

"How did she end up like this?" Jing Xinyi asked as he carefully inserted a thermometer into Du Yue's mouth. Her current state spoke volumes about the torment she had endured.

Chen Ze sneered. "She brought it upon herself."

Jing Xinyi fell silent, finishing his examination without another word. Once done, he stepped outside.

Chen Ze followed. "How about it? Will the person not die?"