eurekapd Chapter 1400 Yunrui's Sincere Devotion: Luckily, I Didn't Give It Away
Chapter 1400 Yunrui's Sincere Devotion: Luckily, I Didn't Give It Away
Yang Bin changed into a crisp police uniform—this was the first time he had worn a police uniform to the Gu family home, not to show off his status, but to give himself confidence and to provide his daughter with security.
He drove to the Gu family's old residence. When the security guard at the gate saw it was him, he didn't dare to stop him and quickly opened the gate to let him in.
Gu Yunqian had already received the news and was waiting at the door in person.
He was dressed casually, his face still a little pale, clearly not fully recovered, but his eyes were gentle and his attitude respectful. Seeing Yang Bin get out of the car, he immediately walked up quickly and said, "Uncle Yang, you've arrived. Please come in."
Yang Bin didn't speak, but simply nodded, and followed Gu Yunqian into the living room with heavy steps. In the living room, Gu Mingcheng and Ye Muxue were also sitting on the sofa, their expressions solemn. Upon seeing Yang Bin, they quickly stood up to greet him: "Old Yang, you're here."
Yang Bin didn't sit down, but stood in the center of the living room, his gaze sweeping over the three members of the Gu family before finally settling on Gu Yunqian. His eyes held no angry roar, only suppressed sorrow and unwavering determination: "Yunqian, I'm not here today to interrogate you. I just want to ask you, what should we do with Xiaotang and Niannian now?"
Gu Yunqian's face showed deep remorse. He stepped forward, poured Yang Bin a glass of water, and handed it to him: "Uncle Yang, please sit down and have some water, and tell me slowly. This matter is something our Gu family has wronged you, wronged Xiaotang, and wronged Niannian. No matter what, it is all our fault."
He didn't defend Qi Ruixiang or make any excuses. He immediately admitted his mistake, which left Yang Bin speechless.
Yang Bin took the water glass, feeling the warmth on his fingertips, which calmed his agitated emotions slightly. He sat down on the sofa, his tone still heavy: "Yunqian, you are a sensible child. Your father and I have been friends for decades. I watched you grow up and never imagined that our two families would come to this."
“Xiaotang was sent to a mental hospital right after she finished her postpartum confinement.” Yang Bin’s voice trembled slightly. “She can’t even take care of herself now. She hugs her pillow and calls out Niannian’s name every day, and she sees everyone as a bad person. Niannian is only a month old and has lost her mother’s company. She can only drink formula and cries for her mother at night. It’s heartbreaking for us to see her like this!”
Ye Muxue's eyes reddened, and she picked up a tissue to wipe her eyes: "Old Yang, we all know that we are sorry to Xiaotang. Ruixiang is such a fool, how could he do such a thing! We have already sent people to the Golden Triangle to look for him. Once we find him, we will definitely make him come back immediately and give Xiaotang and Niannian an explanation."
“An explanation?” Yang Bin looked up, his eyes sharp as he stared at her. “Sister Ye, talking about an explanation now is too weak. Xiao Tang’s illness can’t be cured with just an ‘I’m sorry’; and the suffering Niannian has endured can’t be made up for with just an ‘explanation’. I’m here today to discuss a practical solution with you.”
Gu Yunqian nodded, his tone sincere: "Uncle Yang, please speak. Whether it's the treatment costs, taking care of Niannian, or any other request, as long as we can do it, we will do our best. Our Gu family will never shirk responsibility in this matter."
Yang Bin took a deep breath and said slowly, "First, the Gu family must bear all the costs of Xiao Tang's treatment. I want the best doctors and the best wards. No matter how much it costs, you must cure Xiao Tang's illness."
“No problem!” Gu Yunqian immediately agreed. “I will contact the best psychiatric experts in the country tomorrow to arrange a transfer to another hospital. We will cover all the expenses, so you don’t need to worry.”
"Secondly, Niannian is still young and needs someone to take care of her. My husband and I are getting old and our health is not good, so it is really beyond our ability to take care of Niannian long-term. I hope you can send a professional postpartum nanny and childcare nanny to take care of Niannian around the clock until Xiaotang recovers."
“That’s only right,” Gu Mingcheng said. “We’ve already arranged for a top-notch postpartum nanny, and she’ll be at the hospital to take care of Niannian first thing tomorrow morning. From now on, we’ll cover all of Niannian’s expenses, including formula, diapers, and clothes.”
Gu Yunqian also stood up: "Uncle Yang, if you have any questions in the future, please call me anytime. Whether it's Xiaotang's treatment or Niannian's care, we will handle it as soon as possible. We will visit Xiaotang and Niannian in the hospital regularly to let them know that we have not abandoned them."
Yang Bin nodded without saying anything more. He knew that actions speak louder than words. He glanced at the three people in the living room, then turned and walked towards the door: "I'll head back now; there are still patients to take care of at the hospital."
"I'll see you off," Gu Yunqian said quickly, and hurried after him.
As Yang Bin reached the door, he stopped and turned to look at Gu Yunqian, his eyes filled with a complex emotion: "Yunqian, when you find Ruixiang, tell him that no matter what his reasons are, he must not forget that he is a husband and a father. Xiaotang and Niannian are still waiting for him to come back."
Gu Yunqian's face showed deep guilt: "I will, Uncle Yang. I will definitely tell him."
Gu Mingcheng nodded: "Okay. We will contact the best psychiatrists as soon as possible and make sure Xiaotang's illness is cured."
Ye Muxue sighed, "I hope Ruixiang can figure things out soon and stop doing foolish things. Xiaotang is such a good girl, and Niannian is such a lovely child, how can he bear to abandon them?"
The moment Yang Bin's taillights disappeared outside the villa gate, Gu Mingcheng's hand on Yang Bin's shoulder was still raised, the seriousness in his eyes had not completely faded, but his body revealed its weakness first.
His once straight back seemed to have lost all its strength, suddenly hunching over, and he stumbled, almost falling over if he hadn't grabbed the armrest of the sofa in time.
"Mingcheng!" Ye Muxue exclaimed in surprise, instinctively trying to help him, but as soon as she lifted her foot, a wave of dizziness rushed to her head. She staggered back half a step and grabbed the edge of the coffee table behind her. Her face instantly turned ashen, and the rosy complexion she had been maintaining faded at a visible speed, leaving only a sickly paleness.
Gu Yunqian quickly turned around, stepped forward and supported Gu Mingcheng's arm. Feeling the stiffness and trembling of his father's arm, his heart tightened: "Dad, how are you? Are you feeling unwell again?"
Gu Mingcheng waved his hand, his breathing rapid as if he had just finished a long-distance run, his chest heaving violently. He leaned against the sofa armrest, closed his eyes and rested for a while before finally opening them again. His voice was extremely hoarse, carrying an undisguised exhaustion: "It's nothing... I'm just a little weak."
His demeanor had long lost the composure he displayed when facing Yang Bin. His brows were tightly furrowed, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were particularly deep due to pain and exhaustion. His once sharp eyes were now cloudy, carrying a hint of confusion and weakness.
He tried to raise his hand to rub his throbbing temples, but his arm gave out halfway and fell heavily to the ground, his fingertips still trembling slightly.
Ye Muxue slowly moved to the sofa and sat down. Her movements were slow and stiff, like a rusty machine, each movement requiring all her strength. She placed her hands on her lap, her fingertips cold and slightly curled. The bulging veins and not-yet-completely-healed needle marks on the back of her hands were clearly visible—the marks left from the IV drip she received while unconscious.
Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, falling on the water glass on the coffee table, but not on anything else. The forced smile that had been lingered on her lips now seemed particularly bitter.
"Just now... thankfully I didn't give myself away." Ye Muxue said softly, her voice weak and barely audible, carrying a hint of relief at surviving a disaster, but more so a deep-seated exhaustion.
When she spoke, the muscles in her neck were slightly tense, clearly indicating that she was using a great deal of effort to make her voice sound relatively steady.