Xi Mohan tossed the pen in his hand aside, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the docunts before him. His head throbbed painfully, and he felt a persistent unrest deep within.
The mobile phone on the desk suddenly rang. Xi Mohan picked it up, glanced at the caller ID—it was Lu Jingchen—and swiped to answer the call, greeting the caller with an indifferent "hello".
"You sound quite displeased. What, did the five-hundred-million contract fall through?" Lu Jingchen’s lips curled into a aningful smile on the other end of the line, his voice unhurried, as if he relished in Xi Mohan’s misfortune.
Xi Mohan’s eyes were half-closed as he parted his thin lips, his voice tinged with hoarseness, "If you called just to say this, I’m hanging up."
"You can try hanging up, but I can assure you, if you do, you won’t find out the news I’m about to share," Lu Jingchen said unconcernedly, his tone even-keeled as he stood outside a high-end hospital room.
Ning Wan’s surgery was a success, but the only regret was that the three-month-old fetus couldn’t be saved. Due to excessive blood loss from the miscarriage and a mild concussion from a car accident, she couldn’t wake up for the ti being. anwhile, Song Qiao was attending to her without leaving her bedside.
He was well aware of the relationship between Song Qiao and Ning Wan. After all, although the affection between best friends is hard to understand, it is also transparent.
Although Xi Mohan didn’t know what Lu Jingchen really wanted to say, he ultimately didn’t hang up the call.
Sitting in the executive chair, Xi Mohan suddenly relaxed his body, appearing tired and weary. He raised his other hand to rub the center of his brow.
Tired—not just physically, but ntally as well, as if he had lost all strength in a single mont.
Even he felt his world had beco muddled, unable to see what the future held.
Lu Jingchen didn’t know that Xi Mohan had been struggling through this period. In their presence, Xi Mohan always appeared as if indifferent to all worldly concerns, but they always hoped to see another side of him.
Preferably, the side that loses control.
"Mo Han, I have both good news and bad news for you. Which one do you want to hear first?" Lu Jingchen didn’t intend to waste any more words and went straight to the point of the call.
Xi Mohan didn’t even bother to entertain him, his response was infuriatingly dismissive, "Just say what you want. If you don’t want to talk, then hang up. I don’t have ti to waste with you; I have a eting later."
"Your eting will probably have to be postponed." No sooner had he finished speaking, Lu Jingchen laughed with conviction.
Xi Mohan remained silent. He wouldn’t waste his breath responding to such remarks from Lu Jingchen.
The next second, as if unconcerned, Lu Jingchen simply said, "I know where Ning Wan is."
The half-closed eyes of Xi Mohan flew open instantly. In the first second, he almost thought he was hallucinating. His chest quivered suddenly, and almost subconsciously, he asked, "Are you serious?"
"We are at the hospital right now, just co here. But Mo Han, if you haven’t truly fallen for Ning Wan..." Lu Jingchen left his sentence unfinished, implying the rest.
...
The secretary was about to take so docunts in for Xi Mohan to sign, but before she reached the door, it swung open from the inside. A figure hurried out with rapid steps that, upon close inspection, were slightly disordered.
"President..." By the ti the secretary ca to her senses, Xi Mohan had already reached the elevator. She hastened after him, calling out.
The elevator hadn’t arrived yet, and Xi Mohan’s mind was a turmoil, with Lu Jingchen’s words from their phone conversation echoing in his ears.
He had found Ning Wan, now in a hospital...
Ning Wan...
That woman, whom he had sought for so long without any news, was unexpectedly found by Lu Jingchen.
It couldn’t really be said that it was Lu Jingchen who found her; more precisely, it was Song Qiao who did. During their call, Lu Jingchen explained the situation to him but kept him in suspense, not revealing why Ning Wan was in the hospital.
The secretary approached Xi Mohan’s side, her voice anxious, "President, are you going out?"
Xi Mohan watched the elevator’s floor indicator, his brows tightening slightly with impatience. Hearing the secretary’s question, he glanced at her and humd an acknowledgnt.
The secretary paused, having intended to say more. However, seeing Xi Mohan’s icy and gloomy expression, she swallowed her words, finally asking cautiously, "Then, President, should we continue with the twenty-minute eting?"
"Cancel it." There wasn’t a mont’s hesitation in his reply. Just then, the elevator arrived, and Xi Mohan stepped in. After a mont’s thought, he continued, "Cancel all my appointnts for today. We’ll reschedule when I return."
Secretary, "...Alright, President." With almost no courage to retort, although this approach of her boss was too much... it was unexpectedly direct, yet she still accepted it without question.
...
In Ning Wan’s hospital room, Song Qiao sat on a chair by the bed, her gaze falling on the girl lying on the bed, whose complexion was almost as pale as the white pillow. The tears that she had barely managed to hold back in her eyes once again slipped out uncontrollably.
The Ning Wan before her was almost unrecognizable, not only because her complexion was incredibly pale without a hint of color, but also because the originally slightly plump face was now thin to the point of being almost fleshless.
Her long black hair had also been cut into a shoulder-length bob.
"It hurts..." At that mont, the previously quietly sleeping Ning Wan began to murmur lowly, her bloodless face showing a shade of pain, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowing.
"Wanwan..." For a fleeting mont, Song Qiao was stunned, almost thinking she was hallucinating, but when she clearly saw the pained expression on her face, she imdiately knew it was no illusion. She quickly grasped her hand, urgently saying, "Wanwan... Wanwan, what’s wrong with you? Does it hurt a lot? Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid... I’m here."
Seeing Ning Wan’s pained appearance, Song Qiao’s emotions nearly collapsed, her grip on Ning Wan’s hand tightening anxiously as she spoke, unable to contain her tears that instantly began to fall once more.
It seed that Ning Wan sensed Song Qiao’s presence, as the hand Song Qiao was holding clung back more tightly. Though her eyes remained shut, she expressed so trembling in her voice, "Qiaoqiao... it hurts..."
The car accident not only caused Song Qiao a minor concussion but it also led to her miscarriage.
Without thinking, Song Qiao already knew whose child Ning Wan was carrying; it couldn’t have been anyone else’s but Xi Mohan’s.
At this mont, she felt an urge to kill Xi Mohan.
She imdiately pressed the ergency call button beside the bed, and soon doctors and nurses walked into the room to examine Ning Wan, so Song Qiao also stepped out of the room.
Outside the hospital room, as soon as Song Qiao ca out, Lu Jingchen, who had been waiting for Xi Mohan, approached her. Seeing her eyes were streaked with tears, the man’s eyes deepened slightly, but he didn’t ask her about Ning Wan. Instead, he said, "Are you hungry? Shall we go eat sothing first, hmm?"
He knew that Song Qiao hadn’t eaten lunch yet, and originally planned to have lunch with Mu Shinian and Lu Yulin, but it was delayed because of Ning Wan’s situation.
It was already past four in the afternoon, and in another two hours, it would be ti for dinner.
He hadn’t gone to the company himself; when Lu Yulin called right when Ning Wan’s surgery was not yet finished, he had told them to go ahead and eat without him.
Leaning against Lu Jingchen’s embrace, Song Qiao was both physically and ntally exhausted, with almost no strength left. The thought of Ning Wan’s condition in the hospital room made her so distressed that she couldn’t bear it, not to ntion eating.
She clung to the man’s waist as if grabbing a lifeline, and her tears continued to flow, seeping into his clothes as she said, "I’m not hungry, I don’t want to eat."
Lu Jingchen frowned but still patiently said, "You haven’t eaten since noon. Let’s go have sothing to eat, shall we? Otherwise, if you collapse, who will take care of Ning Wan?"
In the end, Song Qiao followed Lu Jingchen to a nearby restaurant and ate a casual al. Due to Lu Jingchen’s influence, the hospital had dispatched specialists, providing the best treatnt and care, whether in terms of the attending physician or nursing staff.
...
When Xi Mohan arrived at the hospital, it was not long after Lu Jingchen had taken Song Qiao out to eat.
As he approached the door of the hospital room, the door opened from inside. A doctor and several nurses walked out. They were initially startled to see Xi Mohan, but once they recognized who it was, everyone was so intimidated they were nearly scared witless.
The doctor, a man in his forties, spoke with a respectful tremble, "Xi... President Xi..."
In An City, there were hardly anyone who didn’t know of Xi Mohan; moreover, this hospital was owned by the Xi Group.
Indeed, that was why Ning Wan didn’t want to co to the hospital even when she had a fever.
Because the mont she stepped into the hospital, Xi Mohan would certainly find out her whereabouts.
Xi Mohan’s expression was somber, and he paid no attention to the doctor; he pushed open the door and walked straight into the room, not sparing them a glance.
Doctor, "..." The President of the mighty Xi Group, the behind-the-scenes patron of their hospital – why was he here?
Suddenly, they rembered the woman in the hospital room. Feeling a vague familiarity, the doctor pondered for a while and finally recalled who the woman inside was, nearly biting his own tongue in shock.
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