Does she love Hai Zhixuan? Is she willing to be a pawn for him? "Ah, Yihan, you're bleeding! Did you try to commit suicide by cutting your wrist? It's so scary! This could be fatal!" Seeing the severe wound on Xia Yihan's wrist, Jiujiu couldn't care less about anything else and rushed over in a few quick steps. Jiujiu grabbed Xia Yihan's hand, tears streaming down her face in urgency. "Yihan, you need to get this bandaged, you have to go to the hospital! Mr. Ye, please look, she needs emergency treatment." Ye Zimo had already shifted his gaze to Xia Yihan's calm and expressionless face. Her eyes were even calmer, as if she didn't resent his difficulty, as if she didn't feel anything at all, which was even more infuriating. His complexion was colder than usual, and his tone was even colder, devoid of any warmth. "No bandaging! Go clean the wound and change into a new set of clothes, then immediately come out with me!" "Mr. Ye! Please, it's dangerous for her like this." Jiujiu had always admired Ye Zimo; she always felt that although he was indifferent, he still liked Xia Yihan. But why is he being so cruel to her now? She's bleeding, and he won't even let her bandage it, Yihan is too pitiable. Xia Yihan held Jiujiu's hand, smiling as she reassured her: "It's okay, it looks scary, but the wound is actually very shallow, it will heal soon." "Yihan!" "Where do you get off talking here? Go stand over there!" The butler walked up to Jiujiu and shouted at her. "Go on!" Xia Yihan said softly. "Yihan, go wash your hands quickly, don't keep Mr. Ye waiting."

The butler was very polite to Xia Yihan in front of Ye Zimo, and the wound on her wrist had somewhat appeased him. However, if she were to die right now, he would be even happier. The severity of her injury indicated that the Crown Prince didn't care much for her, as he didn't even allow her to get her wound dressed. In any case, he wouldn't take any more risks; better safe than sorry. 'Yes!' Xia Yihan returned to her room with Zhao Tianai, gritted her teeth, and endured the pain to wash the wound clean under the tap, relieved that it had stopped bleeding. She had no other clothes to change into, but fortunately, her uniform had been prepared, so she put on the well-fitted uniform dress and went back to the hall. Ye Zimo was reading the newspaper again, and only when the butler respectfully said, 'Mr. Ye, Xia Yihan has arrived,' did he look up indifferently and say, 'Let's go!' The butler ordered the driver to position the car, and a blue Bentley silently glided over and stopped at the entrance of the main house. Xia Yihan didn't know where Ye Zimo was taking her, nor did she have the right to ask; she just lowered her head and followed behind him. Fang Lina, Zhao Tianai, and Sun Mengmeng had just taken a breath of relief when they began to envy Xia Yihan for having the opportunity to go out with the Crown Prince. The limited space in the car meant more opportunities for closeness, didn't it? Damn it! She always had such good luck. The butler bent down to open the car door for Ye Zimo, and he gracefully got in. 'Mr. Ye, should Yihan sit here?'

"The butler asked. Ye Zimo didn't speak, which was taken as consent. The butler glanced at Xia Yihan, signaling her to get into the car. He arranged for another security guard to sit in the passenger seat to protect Ye Zimo's safety. After closing all the doors, the car left the Ye residence. The interior of the car was unusually quiet, which Xia Yihan was accustomed to. Ye Zimo's tall frame occupied a lot of space. She crossed her legs, trying to stay close to the door, her body not touching him. She had actually left the house; she truly wished she could come and go freely at the Ye residence. Tomorrow was Xiao Jun's memorial day, and she so wished to ask the man surnamed Ye for a day off to mourn him, but it was impossible for him to approve. Ye Zimo had his eyes closed, casually leaning back in the seat as if Xia Yihan didn't exist at all. However, the driver and the security guard in front took the opportunity to steal glances at Xia Yihan through the rearview mirror while he was resting with his eyes closed. Such a beautiful face, anyone who didn't sneak a peek wouldn't be a man. Just as the two were relieved that Ye Zimo was asleep and they could get a few more glances, they suddenly heard him say very indifferently, 'Are you two planning not to work anymore?'"