Refusing the Rich: The Young Master's Escaping Bride-Chapter 13 What’s Going On Again

"Hong, please don’t make things difficult for us. The Young Master really ordered that no one is allowed to visit without his permission... If you keep causing trouble like this, we’ll be in serious trouble," the attendant said helplessly, looking somewhat apprehensive.

After all, Hong and Young Madam were childhood sweethearts, and he is also the Young Master’s cousin. It’s said that the Young Master used to dote on this cousin the most.

But later on, for some unknown reason, their relationship soured. Hong’s temper was volatile, and he was always getting into trouble, often needing help to clean up his messes. Even the Young Master avoided conflicts with him, so we, as his servants, dared not openly challenge him.

Nangong Feihong, enraged, swung his fist and slammed it down. "It’s Nangong Yaoling again! He hurt Xiaonuan this badly; what right does he have to control me?" Nangong Feihong cursed, raising his fist to charge again. Another attendant quickly grabbed him from behind around the waist.

"Hong, please calm down." He quickly signaled to the fallen attendant, "Hurry, call the Young Master!"

Nangong Feihong, being tall and strong, easily flung the attendant aside, grabbing his collar and throwing a punch towards his face.

At that moment, the door of the hospital room suddenly opened.

Nangong Feihong paused, turning his head to see Xia Xiaonuan. His dark pupils flashed like starlight for a moment. His fist halted in mid-air as he released the attendant.

The attendant fell to the ground with a thud, sprawled on his back.

"Young... Young Master... Hong is here at the hospital. He wants to see the Young Madam... She’s already out of her room... They’re looking at each other..."

Xia Xiaonuan looked at the man in front of her, tall and strong, with somewhat dark skin, but his eyes were bright and expressive. His eyebrows were a bit thick, resembling Crayon Shin-chan’s. Although not exactly handsome, he had his own charm.

Xia Xiaonuan smiled at him. "Hello... Are you here to see me?"

"I... I... I, I..." Nangong Feihong stammered, standing there like a wooden stake staring at Xia Xiaonuan for a long time. It took him a few seconds to recover his senses. He then stepped forward abruptly, grabbing Xia Xiaonuan’s wrist and asked,

"Xiaonuan? It’s me, Feihong. Don’t you recognize me?" His eyes were full of urgency and anxiety, his voice turning gentle, completely different from his previously irate demeanor.

Xia Xiaonuan’s heart inexplicably warmed.

She saw deep concern and affection in this man’s eyes. This man must care a lot about Xia Xiaonuan! It’s just a pity that if he knew the former Xia Xiaonuan had already died and become someone else, would this big guy be heartbroken?

Feeling a touch of sadness, Xia Xiaonuan was about to speak when the attendant handed her a phone. "Young Madam, the Young Master wants you to take the call."

Xia Xiaonuan froze. What is Nangong Yaoling up to now!

She answered the call, and a chilling voice came through. "Xia Xiaonuan, I warn you, remember your role as the Young Madam. Whether or not you remember the past, keep your distance from strange men!"

Xia Xiaonuan snorted coldly. "To me, you are also a strange man!"

Nangong Yaoling was momentarily stunned, then gritted his teeth. "I am your husband!" He paused, then changed his tone. "Also... your man..."

Xia Xiaonuan couldn’t help but recall the scene in the hospital room earlier today, her cheeks reddening slightly. She ground her teeth in anger. "Do you know what it means to be so shameless that it’s invincible?"