Chapter 774 - Unable to Distinguish Between Right and Wrong

Chapter 774: Unable to Distinguish Between Right and Wrong

What he said was right; Yan Huan wasn’t forgiving when it came to such things.
Yi Ling rushed to him and grabbed him by the sleeves. Don’t waste your breath on such a person.
“Jerk. Bitch.”
“Jerk” was directed to Lu Yi, and “bitch” the woman with the surname of Sun.
Lei Qingyi felt a good deal of sympathy toward Lu Yi; the man had never made any mistakes in his entire life, whether it was work or studies. Even in life, he was disciplined and virtuous. Who would have thought he would be labeled as a jerk one day?
Even after everyone left, Sun Yuhan still clutched tightly onto Lu Yi’s sleeves.
“Lu Yi…” she muttered, her lips trembling. “Are you really married? But you told me you were single….” Her eyes were red. She was so wobbly it felt as if she might fall at any moment.
Lu Yi put his hands around the wheelchair handle and began pushing it.
“I’ll take you to rest.”
He said and explained nothing. The truth laid there before their eyes, and it was what it was.
Only, he had not expected it to be exposed this soon. What could he hope to explain now? He had no explanations to offer to Yan Huan and Sun Yuhan.
“You said you would marry me, Lu Yi,” said Sun Yuhan. Suddenly, she turned around and clutched Lu Yi’s elbow, her fingers sinking into his arms. Lu Yi did not budge an inch.
Finally, when Sun Yuhan was on the verge of an anxiety breakdown, Lu Yi peeled her hand away, pulled the fur blanket up to her legs, and continued pushing her.
He brought Sun Yuhan to her room, shut the door, and hunkered down before her.
“Yuhan…” he called.
Sun Yuhan’s heart let out a shriek. She didn’t want to listen to what he has to say. Stop. Stop.
“I’m sorry.” The words were a crushing blow to her. “I can make it up to you in any other way, but I can’t marry you. I have my own responsibilities,” he was responsible for the Lu Family and Yan Huan. Yes, he had forgotten certain things, but he couldn’t reject the fact that Yan Huan was his wife.
“Lu Yi…” croaked Sun Yuhan. Suddenly, she lurched forward, and before Lu Yi could react she was on the ground. There was a loud crack, the sound of something breaking.
Cradling her legs, Sun Yuhan began to wail.
The impact shattered the cast around her legs and exposed her unhealed flesh. Her forehead was awash with cold sweat from the pain, as were her clothes. Colors, which weren’t ample to begin with, faded rapidly from her cheeks.
Lu Yi quickly took her in his arms and dashed out of the room.
It took some time for the remaining nanny in the house to take in the events that had just transpired. So much drama in a wealthy family.
Ye Shuyun carefully pulled the blanket to fully cover Yan Huan, who had fallen into a fitful sleep. She was stubborn, just like they had expected. It made Ye Shuyun’s heart ache to see her like that. She had truly begun to see her as a daughter, and what her “daughter-in-law” had done made her feel awful.
She took out her phone and made a call to Lu Yi.
“Come to your old place, Lu Yi. Huanhuan’s here. Come quickly. Huanhuan is a reasonable child. If you explain it to her properly, she’ll understand, and even forgive you.”
“I can’t, Mom,” said Lu Yi. He was standing outside the ER room, where Sun Yuhan had been brought into a few moments ago. He was well aware that this was the best time to explain himself, a chance that was as fleeting as it was precious.
But he really couldn’t leave.
“Why not?” demanded Ye Shuyun, her voice raised an octave. She hushed her voice when she remembered that Yan Huan was still asleep. “If you don’t get here right now, don’t ever call me Mom again. Go with that woman, and you won’t be Lu Yi anymore.”
Lu Yi looked up, at the shut operation room door and the glowing sign.
“Mom, Yuhan’s in the middle of an operation now. I can’t leave.”
“You would abandon Huanhuan and I for that woman?” asked Ye Shuyun, angry and spiteful. “When did you become like this, Lu Yi? What happened to the you that knew the difference between right and wrong?”
Lu Yi took the scoldings silently, but there wasn’t much he could say to appease her.
Perhaps he really couldn’t tell the difference between right and wrong anymore.
Still, he knew what was more important at hand. Everything must wait until Sun Yuhan’s operation comes to an end.
Ye Shuyun laid down her phone. It was all she could do to not smash it. The child had never given her any cause to worry in the past, but why did he become so problematic these days? She then made a call to Lu Jin to complain about Lu Yi, her anger swelling as she went on.
“What on earth is he thinking? I asked him to come over and explain himself, and all he told me was he couldn’t leave. Could he really have fallen for that woman? If so, what becomes of Huanhuan? Are we really going to let Lu Yi marry that woman?”
“Over my dead body!” Lu Jin was practically shouting. “We don’t have that much face to lose.”
“This is our son we are talking about, not your ego.”
Ye Shuyun had to move the phone away from her ears. “Looks like you weren’t adopted after all. You are becoming more and more like your Dad.”
Lu Jin: …
As the two of them discussed the matter covertly, Yan Huan was huddled up in a defensive posture that came instinctively to her, her eyes open.
At the hospital. Sun Yuhan’s operation took an entire five hours. For five hours Lu Yi waiting, his back leaning against the wall. Occasionally, he felt chills.
Until the ER room light went off and the surgeon emerged.
“How was it?” he asked as he rushed up to him.
The surgeon took off his mask. His face was weary, a face that belonged to none other than He Yibin.
“Went alright,” said He Yibin, stretching his neck. His shoulders ached from the soreness. He felt as though the five hours operation had cost him half his life.