Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Chapter 324 - 175. If you continue to move, _3

Sarcastically, "Oh, you’ve come only after the surgery is done, why not wait until next year to visit?"On the hospital bed, Nan Chengzhi was still breathing through an oxygen mask, the machine emitting a consistent ’beep—beep—beep—’. His right leg was in a cast, and he lay there with his eyes closed, seeming to have aged several years overnight.

Nan Wan glanced over mildly, looking no different from a regular patient, "Did you push him?"

"What nonsense are you talking!" Jiang Xiaoman’s face immediately changed, her voice extremely grating, "Didn’t your mother teach you manners when speaking?"

She didn’t do it on purpose. They had exchanged a few words, and when Nan Chengzhi tried to pull her, she angrily shook him off, not expecting him to fall.

Nan Wan coldly glanced at Jiang Xiaoman, whose face, after too many Botox injections, looked twisted and ugly, as if she might rush over and slap her at any moment.

She was not alone now, she couldn’t...

"Watch your words, and accumulate some virtue for your grandson."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and walked out.

Jiang Xiaoman’s face was still flushed with anger, and after a few seconds, she asked in a nasty tone, "What do you mean?"

Grandson...

She only had one son, Huai Yu. Could it be that Qinglu was pregnant?

No, that’s not right. Last week when Qinglu visited Nan Chengzhi, she said she couldn’t drink because of her period.

Nan Wan turned back, smiling slightly, "I didn’t get her pregnant. Why are you asking me?"

Nan Huaiyu had set such a big trap for her that she couldn’t fight back, nor could she let him have it all his way.

After Nan Wan left, Jiang Xiaoman hurriedly dialed her son’s phone, but it was directly hung up. She was almost furious to death.

She called Yu Qinglu again, but no one answered. Being anxious was useless, as neither the secretary nor the assistant would know anything about this.

If she was really pregnant, why hadn’t she said anything?

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The surgery had already been going on for three hours.

Nan Wan and Shen Zhimei sat on the bench, without having a sip of water. Every second felt particularly long.

They were both doctors, but at this moment, they were simply patient’s family members.

The weather was nice, sunlight streamed through the glass onto the corridor, warming the air. If this weren’t a hospital, it would have seemed beautiful.

Nan Wan looked down, her gaze peaceful, but her unconsciously intertwined fingers revealed her emotions.

Her voice was a bit hoarse from the prolonged silence, "I... I hid something from you."

Both of them were waiting with the same posture. Shen Zhimei thought Nan Wan was trying to distract herself, so she didn’t pay much mind and casually asked, "What is it?"

Nan Wan pursed her lips, waiting a moment before slowly speaking, "Jiashu knows that Third Brother isn’t on a business trip. When you went abroad, I brought him to the hospital."

There wasn’t a trace of surprise on Shen Zhimei’s face; she was very calm, "I knew."

She was just pretending not to know.

Nan Wan turned her head to look at her, "Jiashu told you?"

Kids really couldn’t be relied on...

"No," Shen Zhimei smiled gently, "The day after I returned to the country, I came to the hospital to visit Third Brother. The caregiver mentioned someone had mysteriously placed a candy in his hand, so it wasn’t hard to guess."

The area around that hospital room was constantly monitored, and no ordinary person could get in.

Nan Wan, "..."

Shen Zhimei leaned against the cold wall, her eyes blurred as she gazed at the ceiling, "Jiashu is more mature than other kids his age, and it breaks my heart."

Even though he knew, he never showed it in front of her. After all, he was just a three-year-old child.

Nan Wan looked at Shen Zhimei, then leaned back herself, her nerves so tense that half her body felt numb.

"Who knew you mistreated Third Brother to the point that even heaven couldn’t bear it, so now they’re giving you your comeuppance."

"It’s been so long, stop bringing it up," Shen Zhimei coughed awkwardly a couple of times and squinted to change the subject, "Are you pregnant?"

This kind of opening was like throwing a bomb; the impact was comparable to that of a tank.

Nan Wan lifted her hand to tuck stray hair behind her ear, her hand pausing slightly at Shen Zhimei’s words, but she quickly resumed her movements.

Her voice steady, "No, I’m not."