Police Deliver Good News — CEO James Rushes to Find Diệp. Will He Save Her in Time? | ly tu diep

Police Deliver Good News — CEO James Rushes to Find Diệp. Will He Save Her in Time? | ly tu diep

Hello everyone and welcome back to my channel. 
Today I invite you to continue this journey with me into a new chapter filled with trials and 
deep emotions in the unfolding story of lie too deep and CEO James. In the previous episode, we 
witnessed one of the most heartbreaking moments since the beginning of their tale. Deep, a strong 
and resilient woman who had overcome countless storms, finally collapsed on her journey to find 
the one she loves. Alone in the depths of the forest, amidst a heavy downpour and biting cold, 
her body could no longer endure. Yet, even on the edge between life and death, her heart still 
whispered the name of one person, James. In her delirium, she dreamed of him. A dream so beautiful 
it hurt, where he held her tightly in his arms, where loneliness no longer existed. But when she 
awoke, it was all just an illusion. and James. Could he feel the pain that was tearing deep apart 
from afar? Somewhere else, James was struck by a powerful intuition. A sense of unease gripped him, 
making it impossible to focus. His heart pounded, warning him that something was terribly 
wrong. Without a moment’s hesitation, he left everything behind and plunged into the darkness, 
venturing into danger for the sake of one woman. He may not have known exactly where she was, 
but he believed that out of all the roads, love would lead the way. Every hurried step James 
took echoed the silent plea in his heart. Deep, please, just hold on a little longer. Today’s 
episode marks a pivotal turning point. As time turns into an enemy, and every passing second 
pushes hope to its limit, will James make it in time? Will he reach deep and bring her out of the 
perilous forest before it’s too late? And deep, the woman who gave everything for love, will 
she still have the strength to utter the words she’s kept buried for so long? Brace yourself 
for heart-wrenching moments where a strong man lays bare his deepest vulnerability in the face 
of the woman he loves teetering on the edge. And where that fragile woman, even in her final 
feverish breaths, still murmurss. James, I regret nothing. I just wish I could see you one last 
time. Love, when it’s true, can transcend time, distance, and even the boundary between life and 
death. But will a miracle come in time? Everything will be revealed in today’s episode. An episode 
that won’t just take your breath away, but will make you believe that when love runs deep enough, 
it will always find its way back. That morning, after a long, feverish night, battling a cold, 
Deep’s body had yet to recover. Every inch of her achd with exhaustion, and each breath felt like 
a thousand blades slicing through her chest. Yet, hunger had begun to gnaw at her quietly but 
relentlessly. She had to push herself to stand. She had to survive because she couldn’t give 
up. Not yet. Not before seeing James again. With heavy dragging steps on the damp and frigid earth, 
she forced herself through the thick underbrush, hoping to find something, anything, to ease 
the ache in her stomach. The pale morning sunlight trickled through the forest canopy, 
glinting off dew drops clinging to the leaves. And then, like a small miracle, she 
spotted it, a wild tree in the distance, its branches drooping with ripe crimson fruit. 
Birds chirped and fluttered about, pecking eagerly at the sweet offerings. If the birds can eat them, 
maybe I can, too. Deep whispered to herself, her trembling hand reaching out to pluck one. She ate 
slowly, driven by hunger, but drained of energy. each bite a desperate attempt to reclaim a bit of 
life to hold on to the last flickers of breath. But then, only minutes later, just as she turned 
to continue forward, her legs buckled. Her vision blurred. A wave of dizziness overtook her and 
deep collapsed by the roadside. No cry for help, no one to witness. Her frail body lay motionless 
on the cold forest floor, pitifully thin, her tangled hair matted with dirt and dry leaves. 
Her face had turned ghostly pale, lips cracked and parched from colden thirst. Looking at her now, 
no one would believe this was once a vibrant young woman who had smiled so radiantly, filled with 
love and hope. In the heart of a vast forest, where sunlight barely pierced the dense canopy 
above, a fragile life was slowly fading, minute by minute, second by second. But just when all hope 
seemed to vanish, fate chose to speak once more. In that fragile moment between life and death, a 
local woman, weathered and humble in appearance, yet with eyes full of compassion, was making her 
way home from working the fields. By pure chance, she walked along the narrow forest path where 
deep lay unconscious. At first, the woman froze, startled by the sight of a body lying 
motionless on the deserted trail. Oh, heavens, someone’s lying here in the middle of the woods. 
Could she? Could she be dead? With anxious steps, she approached, her heart pounding with worry. 
But as she leaned closer, she caught the faintest sound of breath, shallow and fleeting, escaping 
from Deep’s pale, cracked lips. She’s still alive. Oh dear, what’s happened to this poor girl? 
Without a second thought, the woman knelt down, gently cradling the freezing, frail body in her 
arms. She quickly removed her shawl and wrapped it around Deep’s shoulders, then adjusted the strap 
of her back basket and with effort lifted the girl onto her back. Each step on the rugged mountain 
path was a struggle, but the woman did not stop. Hang in there, child. Don’t fall asleep. When we 
get home, I’ll cook you porridge. I’ll light a fire to warm you up. Just don’t give up. you here? 
Amid the quiet, desolate hills, the image of a solitary woman carrying an unconscious stranger 
on her back slowly melted into the golden hue of dusk, like a small miracle born from kindness 
and human compassion. And so Deep was saved. Just when it seemed she had lost everything, 
a single spark of hope remained. Born from the heart of a stranger, for an entire day and night, 
Deep remained unconscious, trapped in the grip of a relentless fever, her breaths came in uneven 
rhythms, sometimes shallow, sometimes hurried, and her cracked lips would occasionally tremble, 
whispering someone’s name from deep within her unconscious mind. The kind woman, petite and 
build, her skin weathered by sun, eyes tinted with years of hardship, never left her side. She 
didn’t know who Deep was, where she came from, or why she had collapsed in the depths of the 
forest. But when she saw the fragile body lying silently by the roadside, she couldn’t walk away. 
In her humble bamboo hut, the woman led a fire, cooked porridge, boiled water, and brewed herbal 
medicine using familiar forest leaves. The bitter scent of herbs blended with the soft aroma of rice 
porridge, filling the small kitchen with warmth. She carefully spooned the porridge, cooled it 
with her breath, and patiently tried to feed Deep, even though most of it spilled. At times, she 
would gently wipe Deep’s forehead with a warm cloth or rub her cold hands, hoping to pass 
on a trace of life. “You’re still so young. How did it come to this? Is someone out there 
waiting for you?” She didn’t expect an answer. Her voice was a soft whisper into the silence, 
as if speaking to herself. Hang in there. Don’t give up. I believe you’ll wake up. Whoever you’re 
searching for, I’m sure they’re looking for you, too. The next morning, soft light streamed 
through the gaps in the bamboo walls, falling across Deep’s pale face. And then, like a miracle, 
Deep stirred. Her heavy eyelids slowly opened, dazed and confused, caught between dream and 
reality. Before her stood a stranger, a woman with a weathered face, but the gentlest eyes she had 
ever seen. Who are you? Where am I? Deep’s voice was barely audible, like the whisper of wind. 
The woman smiled, set down the bowl of medicine, and brushed aside Deep’s damp hair. Yesterday, I 
was coming home from the fields when I found you unconscious by the roadside. I was afraid, afraid 
you wouldn’t make it. Luckily, I brought you home in time. This is my house. Tears welled up 
in deep eyes. She wasn’t crying from pain, but from overwhelming gratitude, because when she 
had nothing left, a stranger’s hand had reached out and saved her, asking for nothing in return. 
I I don’t know how to thank you if it weren’t for you. Her voice broke. The woman gently placed 
a hand on Deep’s shoulder and said nothing. She simply scooped up some porridge and fed her like a 
mother would to a daughter. After a few spoonfuls, strength began to return to Deep’s body. Gathering 
her breath, Deep asked, “How far is the nearest town from here?” The woman thought for a moment. 
About 30 km. Once you pass the forest ridge, there’s a main road. Buses run from there. 30 
km. The number lit a spark in Deep’s eyes. She was that much closer to seeing James, the person 
she had fought so hard to survive for. The woman, seeing Deep still weak, offered, “If you’d like, 
I can take you on my old motorbike to the highway. It’ll be safer that way.” But Deep quickly shook 
her head, her eyes misty. “No, I can’t trouble you anymore. You’ve already done so much. Saving 
me, caring for me, feeding me medicine. That’s a lifetime of kindness.” The woman said nothing, 
simply looked at Deep quietly. Deep squeezed her hand. I promise once everything settles down, I’ll 
come back. Not just to repay you, but because I truly want to see you again, the woman who gave me 
another chance at life. The woman smiled, a soft smile like the breeze of early morning. If you 
leave in peace, I’ll be happy. My home is small, but it’s always open should you ever want to 
return. Once she regained a bit of strength, deep leaned against the bamboo wall, gazing out at the 
small yard where the morning sun painted golden trails on the deoped ground. The breeze carried 
the earthy scent of forest leaves mixed with the lingering warmth of porridge from the kitchen. 
Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind. The redooted tree she had stopped at out of hunger. It 
was the last thing she remembered before blacking out. Auntie Deep called softly, turning to the 
woman rinsing herbs near the kitchen. The red fruited tree I ate from. What kind was it? The 
fruit made me dizzy, but I saw birds eating it, too. The woman looked up, smiled gently. Ah, that 
one’s edible. People around here use the fruit to make jam or rice wine. You were just too weak and 
starving at the time. That’s why you felt faint. For most, it’s fine. Many folks actually love 
them. Deep’s eyes widened. A simple, practical, but hopeful idea sparked in her mind. If there are 
many of those trees, and people like the fruit, maybe I could harvest and sell them. She looked 
out the door, eyes glowing, the eyes of someone who had finally found a way out after months lost 
in the dark. Without delay, she propped herself up and asked for a small bamboo basket. Alone, 
she walked back to the part of the forest where the red-fruited tree still stood, glowing brightly 
amidst the green. She picked each fruit carefully, placing them gently in the basket, as if gathering 
tiny chances to begin a new. Each fruit a symbol of hope, another step closer to her purpose. 
That afternoon, Deep brought the basket to a small village market at the foot of the mountain. 
Sitting quietly in a corner, she smiled as she invited passers by to try one. The unique taste, 
sweet and tangy, drew many curious shoppers. By the end of the day, she had sold nearly 
everything. It wasn’t much money, but to deep it was a fortune, enough for a little food, some 
supplements, and a portion saved for the journey ahead. On her way back to the small house, she 
clutched the warm coins tightly in her hand, her heart full. “James,” she whispered in her heart. 
“Can you hear me? I’m still moving forward slowly, tiredly, but I haven’t stopped. Please wait for 
me. I will return to you. She paused, looking up at the vast sky, now bathed in the glow of 
sunset. In her eyes, there was no longer despair, only a fierce, unwavering belief. That love, if 
strong enough, can lead us through anything. and James. After days of tirelessly searching 
through deep forests, towering mountains, and forgotten trails where barely a soul 
passed, he still did not stop. Torrential rain, scorching sun, muddy roads, nothing could slow 
his steps. He had asked everyone he came across, from farmers working on distant hillsides to the 
scattered households along the forest’s edge, but no one had seen deep. No one had heard of a 
young woman lost in the mountains. His body, too, was beginning to break down. His eyes were sunken 
from sleepless nights. His legs scraped and raw from endless climbing. Many times he had to lean 
against tree trunks just to catch his breath. His whole body soaked and shivering from the cold 
rain. But never, not once, did the light in his eyes dim. He believed Deep was still alive and 
she would come back. That day the rain had just stopped after a long heavy night. James decided to 
return to Deep’s little home, the one where they had once sat together under the eaves, where she 
had smiled and said, “If one day I go far away, I’ll still come back here because this is my home 
and it’s the place I want to welcome you to.” When he arrived, the house stood eerily silent. 
No footsteps, no flickering oil lamp in the night, not even the familiar sound of a crowing rooster 
or barking dog. The wooden door creaked half open, swaying in the wind. Leaves clung to the damp 
walls. The roof sagged from days of relentless rain. He stood there on the porch for a long 
time, motionless. His heart ate because once this place had been filled with warmth, with 
laughter, and now it was just cold emptiness. But instead of breaking down, James quietly rolled 
up his sleeves. He gathered the fallen leaves from the yard, swept each corner of the house. He 
tidied the kitchen and lit a fire in the stove, even though no one would cook tonight. 
He laid dry straw in the chicken coupe, stacked firewood against the wall, just like 
Deep used to do when winter approached. A skinny, hungry cat curled up beneath the bench. He 
stroked its back, poured it a little water, and placed some cold rice beside it. James didn’t 
do all this because he believed Deep would return today. He did it because he wanted to keep the 
warmth alive so that if Deep ever came back, this house would still be a home, still have a fire, 
still echo with the meow of a cat, still carry the scent of woods in the rafters. When everything was 
done, he sat on the old wooden chair, eyes gazing out through the porch, where the rain from last 
night still dripped slowly down the eaves. Deep, where are you? Do you know? I’m still waiting. 
He didn’t say it aloud, only whispered it to himself. A faint beam of sunlight peaked out from 
behind the distant mountains. And though his body was worn and weary, his heart had never stopped 
believing. After tidying up Deep’s little house, the place that once cradled her warmth and 
laughter, James still couldn’t stay still. Something deep inside told him she hasn’t come 
back yet, and perhaps she still can’t. The afternoon sun had begun its slow descent. Faint 
light filtered through the drenched forest canopy, cast golden streaks that flickered and fell, 
just like the fading emotions in James’s heart. Without hesitation, James stepped out, climbed 
onto his bike, and headed straight toward the home of Deep’s aunt and uncle, the place 
where she had spent much of her childhood, and where she would often return when life became 
overwhelming. He clung to a sliver of hope, that maybe, just maybe, she had found her 
way back there, or at the very least, someone might have seen her. The old iron gate was still 
there. The flowers lining the pathway had faded, but the faint scent of white crosanthemums still 
lingered in the air. He stepped into the yard, his heart heavy. Her aunt and uncle greeted him with 
surprise and concern. As soon as James asked, “Has Deep come back here recently?” Her aunt glanced 
at her husband, then shook her head gently. “No, dear. It’s been over a week. We haven’t seen her. 
We thought maybe she’d gone back to the little house by the stream. James nodded slightly, trying 
to hide his growing disappointment, but it was written all over his face. I checked already. Her 
place is still empty. No sign of her. The air grew still. A single bird cut across the dusky sky, 
its shadow streaking over the yard like a whisper. No one said anything more. But it was in 
that silence that James’ worry began to grow. Pressing heavier on his chest, he sat down 
on the front steps, elbows resting on his knees, eyes gazing blankly at the garden ahead. Since 
Deep disappeared, this wasn’t the first time he’d gone back and forth between these two places. 
And every time it was hope met with heartbreak. While Jane sat in quiet longing, caught between 
fear and fading hope, elsewhere, the search had never stopped. Under the command of Officer Lee, 
his lower ranking units continued to widen their search efforts, sweeping through narrow forest 
trails and checking with families scattered across the mountainous region. That day, after 
many days of rain, the sky finally opened to a soft golden sun. One of the patrol teams happened 
upon a small house nestled halfway up the hill, the very place where Deep had been rescued. When 
the officers asked about a missing young woman, the kind-hearted woman who lived there immediately 
nodded with recognition. Yes, that girl, she was so thin, so weak. I found her collapsed 
in the forest during the heavy rain. I brought her back here and took care of her for a few days. 
She just left yesterday. She told them everything, every detail. From the moment she found Deep 
unconscious to the warm meals, the gentle nursing, the conversation about finding her way home, and 
how Deep insisted on leaving, even though she was still weak, determined to continue her journey. 
The news was reported quickly back to Officer Lee. Without delay, he picked up the phone 
and called James. James, we found something. It’s real. Someone saved Deep. She’s alive. And 
she just left the forest yesterday. Silence on the other end. A few seconds passed as if James 
couldn’t believe what he just heard. Then what? She’s alive. Are you Are you sure? Absolutely. The 
woman who helped her confirmed it. We’re arranging a support team right now. But you can go ahead. 
I’m sending you the exact location. James didn’t waste a second. He dropped everything, grabbed his 
keys, and rushed out the door like a man reborn. His eyes gleamed with a fire unlike any before, 
not the desperate search of someone wandering in darkness. But the fierce light of someone who had 
finally seen the glimmer at the end of the tunnel. And so will James make it in time? Will he find 
her, call out her name just as she turns around, weary from the road? Will all the days of waiting, 
all the footsteps through storm and silence, be met with the reward of a tearful, breathless 
embrace, all of that still hangs in the air, a fragile reunion teetering between time and 
fate? Will it become reality? Stay tuned for the next episode airing tomorrow, where heart 
meets heart. where love after all its trials may finally burst forth in a moment of reunion 
and tears. Don’t forget to subscribe and turn on the notification bell so you won’t miss 
the most emotional moment of this journey.

Police Deliver Good News — CEO James Rushes to Find Diệp. Will He Save Her in Time? | ly tu diep
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