Ski Into Love (Hush, the king is hibernating) [Requested]

Part 29

Chapter 29: Who Am I

For about two seconds, the entire medical room was as quiet as a graveyard in the off-season.

The man called K froze, unable to move.

Having the privilege of witnessing a big shot's anger firsthand, he couldn't even refute when asked, "Who do you think you are?"

After all, besides being in the wrong, he truly wasn't anything special in front of Shan Chong.

However, the man didn't give him a chance to explain.

After speaking, he turned towards the bed, quickly scanning the girl from head to toe to assess the situation—

Not bad, though her hair was a bit messy, and her complexion was rosy.

Her round eyes were bright and moist.

But her lips were slightly parted, looking a bit dazed.

He had almost thought he was coming to collect a corpse.

After determining in a second that she was fine, his temper flared.

He roughly grabbed the borrowed wheelchair and tossed it in front of Wei Zhi, asking, "Where did you fall? Do you need this?"

Wei Zhi was a bit stunned.

She hadn't even reacted yet, just staring blankly at the glasses cloth big shot who suddenly appeared in front of her—

His voice was too familiar.

Especially when scolding.

As he lost patience, clicking his tongue and reaching out to grab her right ankle, preparing to personally check where she had fallen...

His large hand gripped the ski boot she hadn't yet mustered the courage to remove, and the pain brought Wei Zhi back to her senses.

She cried out "Ah!" in pain, instinctively shrinking back.

Shan Chong immediately let go of her: "You hurt your foot?"

At this moment, the man had one hand on the edge of the hospital bed, leaning down slightly to get closer to her...

Wei Zhi stared intently at the high bridge of his nose just inches away, and the mole on it.

When she opened her mouth to speak, she was surprised to find her voice hoarse: "Who... are you?"

She spoke slowly, even though she already had some idea in her heart—

But that idea involved a truth that was truly too shocking, and she subconsciously wanted to avoid this guess.

Despairingly, the man in front of her raised an eyebrow slightly at her words, quietly looking at her...

That expression, whatever he meant to convey, probably wouldn't be the reassuring answer of "just a concerned bystander."

Trembling, she raised her hand and, through the air, waved it vaguely, covering the lower half of the man's face within her field of vision...

Squinting slightly, as her pale hand hovered in the air, gradually covering his lips, his nose, and then moving upwards until revealing a pair of eyes—

Those dark pupils, possessed an overbearing aura when silent.

"Do you know now?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Who am I?"

............................... You're my ancestor.

Wei Zhi shuddered, lowered her hand, and scooted backward on her bottom, wishing she could bury her head in the pillow like an ostrich...