The phone on the bedside table buzzed.
Ye Gushen, lying on top of Tang Suiyu, stiffened. He held his breath, pressing down on her, debating whether or not to answer the call.
Her chest rose and fell as she said, "Honey, the phone..."
Only then did Ye Gushen reach out to answer it.
The light from the phone screen reflected on Ye Gushen's stern face, his dark eyes filled with passion.
"Alright, I'll be right back!" Ye Gushen hung up the phone, his warm palm holding her small face, "Ruannuan, Dad is sick. I need to go to the hospital. You stay at home..."
"No, we'll go together!"
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Half an hour later, outside the operating room, Ye Gushen and Tang Suiyu saw his elder brother and sister-in-law waiting.
Duan Lian's sharp eyes noticed the fresh love marks on Tang Suiyu's neck and chastised her husband, "Dad's not seriously ill. I told you not to notify Gushen, but you didn't listen. They're a young couple; don't you think you're bothering them late at night?"
