Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1132 - 1107: Desperate Girl

The young nurse noticed Zhao Ziwei showing no signs of returning to her room, instead moving toward the exit.

She promptly inquired, "Miss Zhao, you ought to rest still in the ward; it helps your injury heal better."

Forcing a smile, Zhao Ziwei responded, "The room's getting stuffy; I'll head to the hallway for fresh air."

With those words, she hurried away.

The young nurse held back further words, knowing patients like Zhao Ziwei often craved fresh air amid their low spirits.

Forcing her to stay was out of the question.

Having learned Zhao Ziwei's story from the prior nurse, she pitied the young woman. Facing such troubles so early in life, how could anyone stay cheerful?

Moved by compassion, she let Zhao Ziwei go this once.

Exiting the inpatient area, Zhao Ziwei sped up and dashed outside, drawing eyes from passersby.

After all, a bandaged-faced girl in hospital clothes sprinting through tears in the facility sparked worries about her state.

Such sights naturally earned her looks of sympathy and sorrow.

Ignoring the stares, Zhao Ziwei raced frantically for the hospital gates.

She burst from the building, flagged down a cab, and departed.

Noting her condition, the driver stayed quiet, merely asking her destination.

Just then, Ye Chen pulled his sports car into the hospital lot.

He parked, grabbed his KFC breakfast, and strode toward the inpatient structure.

Fearing Zhao Ziwei's impatience from waiting, he bypassed the elevator, bolting up the stairs to the fifth floor.

Ye Chen sported a fresh look, boosting his dashing and magnetic vibe.

Passing the nurses’ station, every young nurse rose, beaming at him.

Ye Chen graciously nodded and grinned in return.

The moment Ye Chen passed, the nurses overlooked his girlfriend and buzzed with chatter once more.

"Wow, that new outfit makes him look even handsomer."

"He's got such incredible charm."

"I adore him; wish my future guy was just like that."

Approaching the ward, Ye Chen reached room 508's door and stepped in, only to find neither Zhao Ziwei nor her phone there.

He set the breakfast down fast and rushed to the nurses’ station.

The young nurses were still chatting about Ye Chen.

"Nurse, have you spotted the patient from room 508?"

Ye Chen's query cut their talk short, leaving them flustered as they faced him.

Though Ye Chen caught their praise, urgency over Zhao Ziwei's absence left no room for it.

The nurse who'd seen her earlier explained, "I passed on your message to her, but she broke down crying, claimed the room felt stuffy, needed air, and left. She should return shortly..."

Ye Chen's heart dropped at the news.

Dreadful scenes from shows and films raced through his thoughts, fearing Zhao Ziwei might take a drastic step.

Not letting the nurse complete her words, Ye Chen bolted away.

He checked the rooftop, found it empty of Zhao Ziwei, and eased a bit.

Pulling out his phone, he called her number, but no one picked up.

Inside the taxi, Zhao Ziwei glimpsed Ye Chen's incoming call and fresh tears welled up.

She gripped her phone hard, torn between answering and her fear holding her back.

"It's over; it was merely a dream that's now shattered," she mused inwardly.

Life had dealt Zhao Ziwei harsh blows from childhood; her dad ditched her and her mom young.

That early trauma bred her distrust of males.

Beautiful as she was, Zhao Ziwei rejected all suitors.

Yet Ye Chen's first sight melted her walls, sparking profound love.

Watching him snag dolls for Song Xiaoxiao stirred envy and jealousy, crushing her hopes.

Still, his solo rescue at the deserted warehouse rekindled her spark, pushing her to pursue his heart earnestly.

But fate twisted cruelly against her, striking deep.

As the cab halted at her neighborhood gate, the driver commented.

"Young lady, that call earlier was probably your boyfriend."

Though tempted to refuse, Zhao Ziwei nodded.

"Whatever's going on, sneaking out of the hospital will have him fretting big time. Better reach out so he doesn't worry," the driver suggested.

Zhao Ziwei stayed mute, scanned the fare on her phone, and entered the complex.

The driver shook his head in resignation before driving off.

Zhao Ziwei climbed the stairs to her apartment and rapped on the door.

Her mother swung the door open, and upon spotting her daughter in this state, tears of distress filled her eyes.

"Ziwei, what's wrong with you? I called you nonstop last night, but you didn't pick up. I was about to alert the police if you didn't come home," her mother fretted.

Zhao Ziwei forced a smile and replied, "Mom, I'm okay, look, I'm back now."

With those words, she headed straight to her room and shut the door behind her.

Her mother sensed that her daughter was going through tough times and feeling downhearted.

Thus, she left Zhao Ziwei alone and stepped out to purchase some groceries.

Ye Chen frantically scoured the hospital for Zhao Ziwei yet found no sign of her.

He dialed her number multiple times more, but still no response came.

Just then, Song Xiaoxiao rang him up.

She had dozed off last night while gripping her phone tightly.

Waking up this morning to discover no call from Ye Chen, Song Xiaoxiao grew worried, understanding that he was truly angry.

Reviewing the previous day's incidents, she admitted her overreaction and pointless jealousy.

After some thought, she resolved to phone Ye Chen and calm him down.

Ye Chen picked up, "Xiaoxiao, what's up?"

"Ye Chen, sorry about yesterday, that was on me," Song Xiaoxiao apologized sheepishly through the phone.

"No worries, Xiaoxiao, I'm tied up right now. Unless it's urgent, I'll end the call and ring you back later," Ye Chen responded before disconnecting.

At that instant, his mind was fully on locating Zhao Ziwei anxiously, leaving no room for talking with Song Xiaoxiao.

Her call felt trivial anyway.

Suddenly, a memory struck Ye Chen, easing the tension from his forehead.