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When Gu Kai and Wen Ran arrived at the ward, Cheng Jia was huddled on the hospital bed, clutching her head in agony.
The special nursing assistant beside her was pale with fright.
Gu Kai strode to the bed and called out to Cheng Jia.
At the sound of his voice, Cheng Jia raised her head to et Gu Kai’s sharp gaze, her hands gripping her head tighter as she trembled, “Doctor Gu, my head hurts so much, will I die like this, can you call Young Master MO for , I want to see him…”
Whether it was because Gu Kai’s tall stature had obscured the entrance or because Cheng Jia was too consud with pain to notice anything else, she hadn’t seen Wen Ran and kept her tearful gaze fixed on Gu Kai.
“Older Brother Gu, you should check on her first, I’ll call MO Xiuchen.”
Wen Ran stood a few steps away, watching the teary-eyed Cheng Jia on the bed with a calm gaze. Although she was a patient, she looked less pale than the special nursing assistant standing beside her, except for her obvious pain.
Catching the sound of Wen Ran’s voice unexpectedly, Cheng Jia turned her head towards her and t her icy gaze. A trace of annoyance flickered in her heart but she maintained her feigned frailty in front of Gu Kai, “Miss Wen, could you please call Young Master MO now, I fear I might not be able to see him anymore.”
“Ranran is right, you should get checked first. MO Xiuchen will be here soon.”
Gu Kai signaled to the special nursing assistant, who imdiately stepped forward and reached out to Cheng Jia, “Miss Cheng, let help you.”
A glimr flickered in Wen Ran’s eyes, understanding filling her heart.
During Cheng Jia’s hospitalization, MO Xiuchen had accompanied her only the day after she was admitted, and hadn’t visited her since.
Cheng Jia was hospitalized because she was hurt for him, but he has yet to show up. No wonder she wasn’t keeping calm. If faking a headache could get MO Xiuchen to visit her, it would be worth it from her point of view.
After a mont of contemplation, Wen Ran pulled out her phone to call MO Xiuchen.
MS Group
MO Xiuchen’s office was decorated primarily in black and white. Its sophisticated yet modest style matched the impression he gave.
At this mont, there was a slight pressure in the office air.
Three people were seated on the high -end leather sofa. MO Xiuchen occupied one, while Luo Haofeng and Qin Mu sat on the one facing him.
A middle-aged man was standing in front of the wooden tea table. At the mont, his legs were shaking, the paleness of his face was obscured by his dark complexion, but beads of sweat were trickling down his forehead.
MO Xiuchen had one hand resting on the armrest of the sofa, another gently stroking the rim of his cup. His elongated, deep eyes narrowed with sharpness as he regarded the man standing before the tea table with an indifferent expression. He asked flatly, “Have you decided yet whether to go to prison for soone else over that ten thousand dollars, making your son hang his head in sha forever, or to give up whoever instigated you?”
The middle-aged man shivered, a bead of cold sweat rolled down his brow. His lips suppressed a tremble as he said, “I’ll tell, but I have a request.”
“What request?”
The chilliness in MO Xiuchen’s languid tone made the middle-aged man stutter, “After I confess, could Young Master MO not tell my family about this, especially my son, I don’t want him to know.”
“Agreed!”
MO Xiuchen straightened up, fixing his sharp gaze on the middle-aged man. Luo Haofeng and Qin Mu on the facing sofa also sat straight, their eyes firmly on the middle-aged man.
“The one who found was a young woman. She said her na is Wen. I don’t know her first na.”
“Miss Wen?”
Before MO Xiuchen could speak, Luo Haofeng across him let out a chuckle, leaning forward, his gaze filled with sharp interest and a hint of amusent.
Very interesting!
A young lady nad Wen, that imdiately made them think of Wen Ran!
MO Xiuchen didn’t say a word, only a glimr of chill sweeping in the depths of his eyes, his indifferent aura lowered the room temperature by several degrees.
Qin Mu frowned. The man was either lying or the other party was intentionally misleading him.
At present, it didn’t seem like he was lying, so it was the latter.
“Did you et with her face to face?”
Seeing that MO Xiuchen remained silent, Qin Mu pondered a mont, and asked in a deep voice.
“No, it was over the phone. She sounded quite young. I saved the number of the public phone she used. Maybe you can trace it.”
The middle-aged man felt the atmosphere becoming tenser. He trembled as he pulled out his phone and showed MO Xiuchen the number of the public phone.
“An F City number?”
MO xmcnen’s long eyes narrowed.
“What was the date?”
Luo Haofeng and Qin Mu asked in unison.
MO Xiuchen’s expression darkened slightly, his eyes fixed on his mobile phone appeared profound and obscure, his voice perated with an intimidating coldness: “It was when Wen Ran was on a business trip.”
“I think I heard soone call her Wen Ran on the phone. Yes, that’s right. She was called Wen Ran.”
The middle-aged man seed oblivious that MO Xiuchen’s wife was called Wen Ran. Hearing the na, his eyes brightened, and he suddenly chid in.
MO Xiuchen’s lips twisted into a cold smile. He withdrew his gaze as his mobile phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled out his phone and his eyes slightly changed when he saw the caller ID. He stood up and headed towards the floor-to-ceiling window, pressing the answer key, his low magnetic voice echoing lightly, “Hello!”
Qin Mu and Luo Haofeng exchanged glances, guessing from his tone that the caller was Wen Ran.
“MO Xiuchen, Cheng Jia suddenly started complaining about a headache and wants to see you. Do you have ti now?”
Wen Ran’s gentle voice echoed in his ears. MO Xiuchen’s handso brows furrowed slightly, he asked in confusion, “When did this happen, Ranran, when did you go to the hospital?”
Wen Ran had lunch with Luo Haofeng at noon. He wasn’t able to join due to another lunch appointnt. Luo Haofeng just told him Wen Ran returned to the office after lunch. And now, she was calling him from the hospital?
“Ah, I ca to the hospital to see my brother after asking him sothing. I just happened to run into Cheng Jia complaining about a headache and wanting to see you.”
Wen Ran lied, not revealing that his father had called her over. No matter how much she despised MO Jingteng’s arrogance and selfishness, MO Xiuchen and he were father and son. She didn’t want them to have sour relations because of her.
“Are you in a hurry now? If not, wait for at the hospital, I’ll co over now.”
MO Xiuchen’s eyes flickered contemplatively as he asked Wen Ran.
“Alright, I’ll wait for you.”
After a mont’s hesitation on the other end of the phone, Wen Ran softly agreed.
After hanging up, MO Xiuchen returned in front of the sofa. The towering figure stood like a tall pine, the middle-aged man opposite him suddenly felt overwheld by a formidable pressure.
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