After the Simp Omega Comes to His Senses, the Alpha Panics - Chapter 7

After putting Wen Meng to sleep, Wen Yuluo found an open and quiet spot downstairs at the hospital and dialed Zilan’s number.

Zilan must have just gotten off work, as her voice sounded somewhat exhausted. “What is it, Yubao?”

Listening to her voice, Wen Yuluo found it a bit hard to bring himself to ask for her help. He stammered for a moment before asking, “Why do you sound so tired? Is something wrong at work?”

“Ah, the evils of capitalism!” Zilan complained. “When I get rich, I am going to trample the Zhou family into dust!”

Wen Yuluo chuckled softly. Seeing that Zilan still had the heart to joke around, the heavy weight in his chest felt a little lighter.

“Yubao, you don’t need to worry about me. If you really care about me, hurry up and leave Crown Prince Qi. That alone would make me happy for a hundred years!”

“Okay,” Wen Yuluo said. “I’m calling you precisely for that reason. I’m planning to move out of his villa.”

“Really?!” Zilan exclaimed loudly. “You really are something. Once you make up your mind, you never drag your feet.”

Actually, he wasn’t completely resolute yet, but he would take it one step at a time.

“So I wanted to ask for your favor to help me find an apartment. My grandmother is having surgery tomorrow, and I really don’t have the time.”

“Grandmother is having surgery? What kind of surgery? Is it serious?”

“It is a heart issue again,” Wen Yuluo said. “After she is discharged, I have to take care of her twenty-four hours a day. The place she was staying before is too small, and the sunlight isn’t good either. This time we are going to live together, so I need to find a bigger one.”

Zilan noted it down. “Alright, leave it to me. What time is the surgery tomorrow? I will ask for leave to come and check on her.”

“No need,” Wen Yuluo said, afraid of delaying her work. “Once grandmother gets better, there will be plenty of opportunities to see her.”

“Hehe, you’re right.”

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries and hung up, the world falling instantly into a profound silence without Zilan’s voice in his ear.

Wen Yuluo pondered what on earth he had been doing during the first half of the year.

Aside from being busy with work, his mind had been entirely occupied by worrying about Qi You. If he had devoted even a fraction of that attention to his grandmother, things wouldn’t have reached this point.

Fortunately, however, he had already decided to sever ties with Qi You, that toxic tumor.

A gentle breeze blew past, and Wen Yuluo raised his head to look at the half-waning moon.

He really was hopeless, though. His mind was still thinking about Qi You.

Qi You had just finished a meeting and returned to the hotel with a full belly of resentment.

Those old members of the board of directors were truly annoying, constantly deadlocked with him every day until his brain cells felt ready to die off entirely.

He took a shower, lay down on the bed, and casually opened WeChat.

Personal WeChat wasn’t like work WeChat; normally it was quite quiet, but there were exceptions.

For instance, whenever he went on business trips, the pinned chat would send him a message every single hour.

He had been too busy these past two days, and the little red dot next to the chat window had already accumulated over a dozen notifications.

Qi You tapped open the pinned chat, carefully reading them one by one.

Only after finishing did he realize that all of these messages were from three days ago, which meant that for the past three days, Wen Yuluo hadn’t sent him a single message.

He frowned and replied with an act of charity: “Mm.”

Staring foolishly at the chat interface for a long time, the status bar showed neither that the other party was typing nor any new message alerts.

Something was wrong. Wen Yuluo had always replied in seconds.

Qi You switched apps, opened Weibo, and tapped on the profile page of his only followed account, “Yancheng Lu Ying Research Institute.”

Scrolling down twice, the official Weibo had published a statement three days ago, with black-and-white characters on a white background stating: “Head of the Ice-Melting Experiment has been dismissed.”

Qi You’s expression tightened. If he remembered correctly, Wen Yuluo seemed to have mentioned to him a while ago that he was doing an independent experiment called Ice-Melting.

He had been fired?

Had things really gotten that serious?

The comments below were too foul to look at.

[Even an independent experiment can explode. Fortunately, nobody got hurt.]

[This kind of skill level is allowed to do independent experiments? Simply laughable, I could do better using my feet.]

[Sorry, Lu Ying is no longer the coolest research institute in Yancheng in my heart.]

Recalling the phone call from a few days ago, could he be angry that he didn’t help him out, and that was why he hadn’t been sending messages?

He’s got quite the temper.

Qi You switched back to WeChat, changing to his work account.

He found the director of the public relations department at the Qi Group and sent two messages.

“Clean up the comments under the Lu Ying Research Institute posts.”

“Find someone to investigate the ice-melting experiment explosion thoroughly, and then report back to me word for word.”

After giving those instructions, he switched back to his personal account. That single “Mm” still hadn’t received a reply.

The center of his chest felt like ants were crawling all over it, thoroughly uncomfortable.

Wen Meng’s surgery had originally been scheduled for three o’clock in the afternoon, but her condition flared up in the morning, causing her to writhe in agony on the bed and forcing the surgery to be brought forward.

Watching his grandmother being wheeled into the operating room, Wen Yuluo’s limbs grew cold, his mind went completely blank, and he couldn’t stop his thoughts from running wild.

The success rate of the surgery was only thirty percent. If grandmother couldn’t make it off the operating table, what would he do?

Wen Yuluo sat on the chair outside the operating room entrance, having remained motionless for ten full minutes.

Zilan ran out of the elevator looking disheveled, and the moment she saw Wen Yuluo, she was met with his desolate expression.

Startled, she hurriedly checked the sign above the operating room, breathing a sigh of relief only upon seeing that it still read “Surgery in Progress.”

“Yubao!”

Hearing someone call him, Wen Yuluo snapped back to reality, trembling for a split second.

“Zilan? Why are you here?”

Zilan tied back her hair while speaking. “How could going to work ever be more important than grandmother and you?”

Her face was covered in fine sweat, and she hadn’t even finished tying her hair, speaking to him while panting for breath.

Wen Yuluo suddenly felt a warmth stir within his heart.

He was finding it increasingly difficult to understand why, when there were still people in this world who treated him well, such as his grandmother, Zilan, and Senior Brother Yi An, he hadn’t spent more time focusing on them.

Why did he have to spend every day yearning for someone whose heart fundamentally had no room for him?

“Thank you, Zilan.”

“Oh, why are you being so polite? Have you eaten breakfast?”

With that, she pulled a bag of bread from her bag and shoved it into Wen Yuluo’s hands.

Wen Yuluo took it and managed to force it into his mouth.

Zilan asked, “How long has the surgery been going on? Didn’t you say it was in the afternoon?”

Wen Yuluo was just about to explain when the doors of the operating room suddenly flew open. A nurse in protective gear walked out, carrying several bags of blood packs in her hands, preparing to walk right past Zilan and Wen Yuluo.

With his nervous system on high alert, Wen Yuluo immediately realized that these were the blood packs prepared in advance for the emergency.

He stopped the nurse and asked, “Aren’t these prepared for my grandmother? Why are you taking them out?”

The nurse looked anxious, speaking to Wen Yuluo while keeping her stride steady. “Your grandmother doesn’t need them temporarily. They are needed right now for someone more important.”

Someone more important?

Before Wen Yuluo could dwell on the meaning of those words, the nurse had already stepped into the elevator around the corner and left.