Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Su Xiaomo: …
“Let me remind you: I’m your ex-girlfriend!” Su Xiaomo said in a self-righteous tone. “So, we’re… mhm…”
Before she could finish her sentence, He Jiayu had pressed her down on the bed…
–
He Jiayu finished over an hour later. While he had enjoyed himself, Su Xiaomo was so exhausted that she almost fell asleep. She gave He Jiayu the finger.
“You dog!”
“Thank you for your compliment.”
Su Xiaomo rolled her eyes in resignation.
She heard He Jiayu’s soft voice before she fell asleep.
“If you don’t want to marry me, I’ll marry you.”
Wait. That didn’t sound right…
However, drowsiness swept over her before she could say anything.
–
The following day, An Xiaxia remained in hospital under observation, but Sheng Yize was summoned back home by Grandma Sheng’s repeated phone calls.
He was greeted by a good scolding right in his face. “What were you thinking? Your wife was beaten up under your watch! You little brat!”
The innocent Sheng Yize felt greatly wronged. It pained him more than anyone else to see Xiaxia hurt.
But he was just a human being. She had been too far from him and it was already too late when he reached her.
“It was all my fault.” He gave in.
Grandpa Sheng looked even more nervous. Holding little Hope in one hand, he asked, “What about the baby? What did the doctor say?”
It took Sheng Yize a moment to realize what that was about. He smiled a little. “It’s fine… don’t worry about it…”
Grandma Sheng darted him a suspicious look. “You didn’t just make that baby up, did you?”
“Of course I didn’t. Heh…” Sheng Yize was secretly amazed by how intuitive the old lady was.
“If not, then why are you two still not married?” Grandma Sheng got right to the point.
Sheng Yize didn’t know what to say.
He finally came up with an excuse after a long moment. “Xiaxia is giving me a hard time right now, saying she doesn’t want to get married…”
“Why, that won’t do! I see, it’s just another quibble between young couples, isn’t it? Do you need a little help?” Grandma Sheng made faces. “My little one, just leave it to your grandma! I know what to do!”
“Huh?” Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow.
He couldn’t do anything himself, but the old lady could?
–
In the ward.
An Xiaxia went back to sleep after breakfast. She woke up for some fruit and snacks before falling back asleep in boredom.
Someone then shook her awake from a sweet dream she was having.
“An Xiaxia! Wake up!”
An Xiaxia was still drowsy and mumbled dully.
Squinting her eyes, she could faintly make out Yin Qinghan.
It had been a while since she last met him and she was only able to recognize him because Yin Qinghan had become a renowned violinist who had won most of the awards of his time.
“Help! Sorry about this!” Yin Qinghan boorishly threw An Xiaxia over his shoulder, carried her all the way to the blood sampling station, and handed her to the nurse. “Here she is! Do it!”
The nurse nodded, took out a blood bag and a needle, and was going to jab the needle into An Xiaxia’s arm…
That startled An Xiaxia and she was immediately fully awake. Frightened, she cried out, “Why are you drawing my blood? Ahhh… let go of me. I have anemia. I can’t do it!”
Yin Qinghan held her down, the rims of his eyes all red. 600ml is all I need. No, 400ml will do… An Xiaxia, I’m begging you.”
An Xiaxia only turned paler. “No, I can’t. I’ll pass out after 200ml.”
She wasn’t even qualified to donate blood.
Yin Qinghan knelt down with a thump. “Xiaxia… it’s a life we’re talking about here. Please save him. Save him and I’ll do whatever you ask!”
