Chapter 203: Guilt Like a Tide

The scene was chaotic. Han Xi stood on the outer edge, watching the hotel’s medical staff rush in to stop Chu Xinran’s bleeding.

Fang Zhou had already lifted her out of the bathtub, placing her on the bed.

Before the doctors arrived, he had torn his shirt into long strips to bandage her wound, and was now reapplying medicine.

Chu Xuan was crouched by the bed, shedding her usual elegant demeanor as she cried and instructed the doctors, “You must save her. She’s my only daughter. There can’t be any mistakes!”

Inside was a mess, and outside a crowd of hotel staff had gathered.

From waiters to the lobby manager and security personnel, they were layered around the room, trying to keep the commotion quiet.

Han Xi’s eyes flickered as she turned to find the hotel manager, instructing him, “President Chu’s status should be clear to you. It’s best to keep this discreet.”

The hotel manager, being sharp, knew this couldn’t become public.

He quickly directed the hotel staff to keep the situation contained, ensuring confidentiality.

Only two cleaning ladies remained, ready to clean up once the ambulance arrived. Chu Xinran was immediately loaded onto it.

Fang Zhou and Chu Xuan both boarded the ambulance, heading to the hospital.

The situation was so urgent that he didn’t have time to inform Han Xi.

But Han Xi wasn’t one to be petty. In the face of life and death, everything else seemed insignificant.

When she returned to the hotel hall, the banquet was in full swing.

Several business partners called her over for drinks.

Suppressing her unease, Han Xi engaged with them, knowing the banquet had to be completed successfully.

Perhaps Fang Zhou had been gone too long, as both Qiao Sisi and Zhang Zhiyin approached her one after another, inquiring about him.

Han Xi didn’t reveal much, simply saying he had left due to an urgent matter.

The situation was grave. With Chu Xinran’s life hanging in the balance, it was best to keep it under wraps.

But, as they say, secrets can’t be kept forever. News about the suicide attempt began to leak.

While eating, Han Xi overheard a conversation from the table behind her.

Listening closely, she realized they were discussing the recent incident.

“I heard something big happened. Someone was taken to the hospital.”

“Huh? What happened? I didn’t hear anything!”

“No details on who it was, but it’s rumored to be a wealthy heiress who tried to take her own life.”

“Damn, for something this big to be kept so quiet, the person must be really important.”

“Shh, let’s not talk about it. We could get into trouble. The attendees here are all high-status individuals. We can’t afford to offend them.”

Han Xi silently withdrew her attention. Looking at her steak, she suddenly lost her appetite.

Why did Fang Zhou know Chu Xinran was in trouble?

Were they together earlier? Did Fang Zhou say something that pushed her over the edge?

Was their entanglement really that deep?

Han Xi felt a fog clouding her mind, obscuring her thoughts and making it impossible to find clarity.

One thing was certain: if Chu Xinran survived, she would gain a lot—at least Fang Zhou’s guilt and concern.

Han Xi felt increasingly uneasy.

She couldn’t just sit around and do nothing.

Fortunately, the evening’s business was mostly done. She made an excuse and left early.

In the car, she gave her assistant an order.

“Quickly find a matching kidney donor for Fang Wenjing, as soon as possible. Whatever the cost, get it.”

After all, Fang Zhou’s greatest concern was his sister.

Han Xi calmly watched the vibrant city nightscape outside the window, the colorful lights reflecting in her eyes, her thoughts churning.

Rather than having him hate her, she would give him a huge favor, ensuring his gratitude. Future matters would be easier to handle.

On the top floor of the nearest hospital, the light in the surgical room was on, a door blocking any external view.

Chu Xuan sat collapsed on a chair, looking worn out, her eyes red from crying, her elegant demeanor gone.

At this moment, she wasn’t a billionaire or a CEO, just a worried mother.

Fang Zhou stood outside the surgery room, anxiously staring at the door.

He prayed silently that Chu Xinran would be okay.

Tonight’s events were his oversight. If only he had noticed her distress earlier and asked more questions.

He had been too naive.

Chu Xinran had already shown self-harming tendencies, yet he foolishly thought she was merely giving up on him.

He couldn’t understand why Chu Xinran had become so stubborn.

She used to be so easy to talk to, almost complying with everything he asked.

Unlike Qiao Sisi, who always did the opposite of what he suggested.

Chu Xinran had been a model student, the kind everyone envied.

Now, the once most obedient girl chose silent rebellion as her voice.

Fang Zhou felt an immense weight on his heart.

A tangled mess of worries filled his mind, like a ball of yarn he couldn’t untangle.

As he stood in silence, Chu Xuan spoke up.

She looked at the young man pacing back and forth, his expression heavy, her eyes flashing with resentment.

“Tell me, what happened? What did you do to her?”

Her beloved daughter was fine until she spoke with him and ended up like this?

She didn’t believe it was a simple conversation; there had to be more.

Fang Zhou, hearing her cold tone, turned back to look at Chu Xuan.

Did she not know about Chu Xinran’s previous self-harm tendencies?

Her question made it seem like Fang Zhou had forced Chu Xinran to harm herself.

Despite his frustration, Fang Zhou maintained basic politeness and shook his head.

“I did nothing. I accidentally spilled her wine, accompanied her to change clothes, and we talked a bit.”

Chu Xuan let out a cold laugh, evidently not believing him.

“She’s been out of sorts since this morning, likely because of you.”

Fang Zhou was at a loss for words.