Fang Jingyi lowered her head in a daze to look at her hand being held by Si Nan, and after a few seconds, she suddenly wailed and burst into tears.
Luo Peiling and Ning Wenqing were startled, and then beca sowhat unsure of how to react.
Si Nan tightened his grip on Fang Jingyi’s hand, sighed inwardly, and lightly embraced her frail, trembling body. "How could you be this ill and not say a word to your son?"
"Waaah..." Fang Jingyi used her other hand to hug Si Nan’s back, ford a fist and hamred him, "Why do you still care about ? Didn’t you disown this mother of yours? Even if I’m not dead now, it wouldn’t concern you if I died of illness!"
Si Nan frowned, "If you still have the strength to bla , then you shouldn’t be dying."
"Waaah... why is my life so bitter!"
Si Nan’s words provoked Fang Jingyi to cry even louder.
Si Nan couldn’t help but sigh again, "You are my mom; you’re the one who gave birth to . Of course your affairs concern ."
"Sob. Didn’t you tell to scram last ti? I left and didn’t bother you. I steered clear of disrupting your good tis. Shouldn’t you be secretly happy? Why still care about ?"
Fang Jingyi hamred Si Nan hard and cried, complaining.
Si Nan laughed, "Stop hitting, doesn’t your hand hurt?"
"Leave! I disown you as my son!"
Fang Jingyi was angry and bitter, pushing Si Nan away, angrily pointing toward the doorway.
Si Nan lowered his eyebrows, looking at Fang Jingyi, "I will leave. But before I do, you need to cooperate with Mr. Ning for a check-up."
"Why do I need an examination? I’d rather just die from this illness and be done with it. Living in this world now only makes loathso to others!" Fang Jingyi said, starting to cry softly again.
Si Nan sighed gently, "No one loathes you."
"Really?"
Fang Jingyi looked at Si Nan with red, sorrowful eyes, her voice choked and hoarse, "First there was your brother, then your grandfather, and now you!"
Si Nan stared at Fang Jingyi for a while before saying, "Let Mr. Ning examine you first. We’ll talk afterwards."
"I won’t see him!" Fang Jingyi lay down on the bed, closing her eyes, "You all go."
Si Nan watched as tears slid down the corners of Fang Jingyi’s eyes, sitting silently on the bed edge.
Luo Peiling was extrely helpless, knowing that in Fang Jingyi’s eyes she was just a servant, insignificant, and that whatever she said wouldn’t be effective, she simply left the inner room.
Ning Wenqing, on the other hand, was not in a hurry, he went out of the inner room and sat at a round stool by the round table in the outer room.
He planned to wait for when Fang Jingyi was willing to see a doctor and then go back in!
...
Fang Jingyi kept her eyes closed, only hearing two footsteps leaving, not knowing who the two leaving were.
And as Si Nan sat at the bedside without making a sound, Fang Jingyi guessed that Si Nan might indeed have left with Ning Wenqing.
A sense of sorrow welled up in her heart.
Fang Jingyi grabbed the quilt, covering her head and cried buzzingly inside it.
Si Nan, "..."
Hearing Fang Jingyi’s throat going hoarse from crying, Si Nan raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, saying, "Mom, do you intend to cry for as long as your son is here? If you’re like this, your son really might not dare to co over in the future."
Si Nan’s voice broke the silence.
Fang Jingyi’s sobbing abruptly stopped.
The atmosphere was awkward for a few minutes.
Si Nan frowned, shaking his head, reaching out to tug at the quilt covering Fang Jingyi’s head.
Unexpectedly, Fang Jingyi grasped it tightly from inside.
Si Nan was taken aback, then chuckled, "Mom, don’t stifle yourself."
"...Didn’t you leave?" Fang Jingyi said blankly.
"I haven’t seen to your illness, how could I leave." Si Nan said, using a bit of force as he tugged down the quilt covering Fang Jingyi’s head.
Fang Jingyi anxiously grabbed twice but failed to reach the quilt, her face twitched twice, glaring at Si Nan angrily.
Si Nan, however, looked at her seriously, "Mom, your son wants to frankly say a few words to you."
Fang Jingyi’s eyes went dull.
Si Nan stood up, pulled over a chair from the side, sat facing Fang Jingyi, his eyes earnest as he looked at her, "Mom, this is the last ti I will speak with you."
Fang Jingyi inhaled, stretching out her hand to brush away the hair from her face, trembling as she sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard, presenting a noble and elegant deanor as she stared at Si Nan.
Si Nan lightly furrowed his brow, "Little Rui is Yige and my child."
Fang Jingyi scoffed coldly.
Without saying anything, she leaned over, opened the drawer under the bedside table, and took out a paternity test report to hand to Si Nan, "Si Nan, you run a law firm, you must have seen many such things and can tell if it’s real or not."
Si Nan took it, didn’t even look, and placed it on the bedside table.
Fang Jingyi frowned.
"I investigated earlier; this paternity report of yours was swapped!" Si Nan said calmly.
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