<h4>Chapter 374: Chapter 374 He Is My Younger Brother</h4>


    "Mmm... mmm... mmm..."


    Ji Chuyang scrunched his face in frustration, struggling relentlessly.


    Zimei raised her foot and directly kicked over the chair he was sitting on.


    Ji Chuyang’s head mmed heavily against the chair’s backrest, and the pain almost caused him to lose consciousness.


    He looked up at Zimei’s face, seductive yetced with anger, and dared not move a muscle.


    When Zimei stepped out of the cubicle, she saw the doctor and nurse had already emerged from the room.


    "The bullet is out, but the patient has lost too much blood and needs a transfusion. We didn’t bring any blood bags in our rush. Does anyone know the patient’s blood type?" the doctor asked in Japanese.


    After the subordinate tranted the doctor’s words, Ye Cheng, who had been silent all this time, finally moved his eyelids slightly. "He’s B blood type."


    Ji Wei responded to this news with a flicker of life on her despondent face. She raised her hand and said, "Use my blood. I’m B type too."


    Inside the cubicle, Ji Weiy on a small bed beside Gu Moqian.


    A transparent tube ran between them, blood slowly flowing through it.


    The man’s eyes remained shut, his face pale, devoid of color, yet still pure and handsome, like snow atop a distant mountain.


    Ji Wei stared quietly at Gu Moqian, tears shimmering in her eyes, her heart convulsing with pain she could not suppress.


    If they hadn’t been so reckless with their n tonight, would A Cheng still be alive? Would Gu Moqian remain uninjured?


    Everything tonight had gone too smoothly—so smoothly, she had doubted it wasn’t a trap. Still, she hadn’t changed her mind.


    If only she had stopped the n the moment her instincts sounded the rm, would none of this have happened?


    Yamamoto Yu, that cunning old fox—how could he not know what she intended to do?


    Ji Wei clutched the bedsheet tightly, her knuckles threatening to rip through her skin, tears streaming again as regret and fury swelled within her chest.


    She absolutely couldn’t let A Cheng’s death be in vain!


    Outside the cubicle, Zimei shared her n with Ye Cheng: "This ce is where godfather’s men regrly linger. Though hidden, it’s not safe. That old bastard Yamamoto Yu will inevitably track us here. I’ve already arranged everything—the safest move now is to leave here and return to our country. No matter how strong Yamamoto Yu’s influence is, it ends at Tokyo; he’s powerless in the country."


    "Mm, have Old Mo and Ji Wei leave first."


    "And what about you?" Zimei asked, but then it clicked, and her eyes widened in shock. "You’re going to avenge A Cheng, aren’t you?"


    Her voice spiked higher; realizing her own thought left her face pale.


    "He’s my brother."


    Ye Cheng didn’t borate further. He said his piece and strode off.


    Zimei watched his slightly dejected figure disappear into the distance. For a long time, she stood fixed, inwardly firming her own resolve.


    If Ye Cheng was going after Yamamoto Yu, then she would follow him to the end!


    By the next morning, when Ji Wei woke up, only she and Gu Moqian remained in the hospital room.


    After blood had been drawn from herst night, she couldn’t recall exactly when she dozed off, but the next time her eyes opened, it was already morning.


    Ji Wei nced down at the bluish mark on the back of her hand where the needle had pierced, then threw off the nket and got out of bed.


    Gu Moqian remained lying down with his eyes shut, though hisplexion had improvedpared tost night. Ji Wei felt some relief. She pulled open the curtain and stepped out, finding the hallway outside eerily quiet.


    As Ji Wei stepped out, the subordinate waiting there handed her the breakfast they’d bought. "Miss Ji, this is for you. Eat while it’s hot."


    Ji Wei took it and thanked him but felt no appetite.


    "Where are the others?" Ji Wei asked.