Mr. Yan, Madam Bai Yueguang has also returned to China.

She sat on a bench nearby and squeezed the receipt in her hand tightly.

Yan Wenzhou, did you do this on purpose? What exactly do you want to do?

Seeing that there were more and less people at the blood draw window, and then there was a long queue again, Yu Wei was a little confused.

Does she want her child to be an illegitimate child?

Yu Wei caressed her flat belly and thought of the child she had no chance of being with. If she was really pregnant, how could she be willing to abort it?

However, should she go to Yan Wenzhou at this time and tell him that she is pregnant and ask him not to get married?

I don't know how long it took, but Yu Wei stood up holding on to the wall. She tore off the documents in her hands, threw them into the trash can, and left the hospital.

Back at the clinic, there were already many people waiting.

Yu Wei walked into the consulting room and quickly became busy.

Because I wasted a lot of time in the morning, I only had ten minutes to eat at noon.

By the time the work was over, it was already evening.

It was around seven o'clock in the evening, and it was still very bright. Han Chunyan had been waiting in the clinic for a long time, and specially made a lot of food for her.

The air conditioning is on in the hall, which is much cooler than outside.

Qin Nan and Chen Hui praised Han Chunyan for his good cooking skills. Han Chunyan smiled from ear to ear. Seeing that Yu Wei seemed to have no appetite, Han Chunyan gave her a few more bites of food.

"You can't make much money a day, why are you working so late?" Han Chunyan looked at her distressedly, "Are you using work to numb yourself?"

Yu Wei looked at her helplessly, "I didn't. I went out in the morning to see the patients."

"Weiwei, there is no need to torment yourself like this for a man." Han Chunyan looked at her pale face, "If he gets married, he will get married. Missing you is his loss."

After a pause, Han Chunyan said again: "By the way, what about the invitation? Have you thrown it away?"

Yu Wei clenched her chopsticks, "Don't worry, I won't go to the wedding."

"That's good." Han Chunyan breathed a sigh of relief. He asked Weiwei to go because he didn't know that Weiwei and Song Qinghe were still related. Now that he thought about it, it would be good for them both if Yan Wenzhou married another woman.

In the box of the golden years.

The lights were blurry, young men and women were dancing to the loud music, and the atmosphere was fiery.

Yan Wenzhou was sitting on the sofa, drinking wine.

"What do you mean by drinking at a bachelor's party held for you?" Gu Tingsen sat next to him, "Why don't you go and relax?"

"There's nothing to relax about." Yan Wenzhou took a sip of wine and suddenly asked him: "How many years have we known each other?"

"It must have been almost twenty years." Gu Tingsen looked at him curiously, "Why do you suddenly ask these questions?"

"It's nothing." Yan Wenzhou clinked glasses with him and the two of them drank together. Gu Tingsen couldn't help but said, "You have to think clearly. Once you get married, there will be no room for regrets."

"There is nothing to regret." Yan Wenzhou chuckled, "Isn't it true that people are constantly making choices in this life?"

When the phone rang, Yan Wenzhou stood up, patted his shoulder, took the coat on the side, and walked out.

Gu Tingsen called him, "We have a wedding reception tomorrow morning. Where are you going?"

Yan Wenzhou walked out and answered the phone. A man's respectful voice came from the other side, "Mr. Yan, everything has been arranged."

After dinner, Yu Wei received a call from Yan Tingsong, and she rushed to the mountainside villa.

Song Qinghe's condition improved a lot. Seeing Yu Wei come in, she smiled and said, "Weiwei, it's so late and I have to trouble you to make a trip. Thank you for your hard work."

Yu Wei walked to the bed and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Song Qinghe shook his head.

Yan Tingsong on the side said: "I hope you can help her nurse her back. I will take her out tomorrow."

Yu Wei looked at Yan Tingsong with some surprise. Tomorrow was Yan Wenzhou's wedding. It was obvious where he wanted to take Song Qinghe.

After a long silence, Yu Wei began to treat Song Qinghe.

By the time the treatment was over, Song Qinghe had fallen into a drowsy sleep.

Yu Wei put her things away and said coldly: "In her situation, I don't recommend you take her out, especially to occasions where Shen Meiling is present!"

"Yu Wei, you know Qinghe's body very well." Yan Tingsong looked at the woman lying on the bed, his dark eyes filled with unbearable distress, "She has been locked in this house for too long because of me. Maybe one day it will be difficult for her to get out of bed, so I want to take her out for a walk more now."

Yu Wei clenched her palms and looked at him in confusion, "Do you know what it costs you to take her out for a walk?"

"Of course I know." Yan Tingsong looked at Yu Wei, "Yu Wei, I know that in your eyes I am a selfish man, letting Qinghe follow me namelessly and without status all his life."

He laughed at himself, "I have so much power and wealth, but I can't give a title to the woman I love. In fact, I have really failed in this life. As Wenzhou's father, I have neglected my duty. As Qinghe's man, I I’m also sorry for her.”

Yu Wei looked at him expressionlessly, "You seem to have found the wrong person to confess to."

"I just hope you understand that Qinghe has too much control over her." Yan Tingsong whispered, "You can blame anyone, but you should not blame her."

"Since you are not my biological father, the matter between me and her has nothing to do with you."

"Qinghe's matter is my matter." Yan Tingsong's eyes darkened a little, "Yu Wei, she doesn't have much time left. I hope you can bring her hope and happiness. Don't let her stay any longer. There are regrets.”

"You don't need to tell me what I should do."

Yu Wei glanced at Song Qinghe again. She took out a small porcelain bottle, which contained the pills she developed. "If you have to take her out tomorrow, take this with you. If she feels uncomfortable, taking it will relieve the pain."

Yan Tingsong took the porcelain bottle and said, "The photos have come out. Do you want to take a look?"

"No need." Yu Wei left the room.

Yan Tingsong sat by the bed and held Song Qinghe's hand, "Your daughter is exactly the same as you were when you were young. Qinghe, don't worry, no matter what, I will give you an upright identity."

The car was driving smoothly on the road. Yu Wei looked at the street scene that was constantly retreating, subconsciously stroking her flat belly, and Yan Wenzhou's eyebrows flashed in her mind.

After tomorrow, the relationship between them will be completely over.

Yan Wenzhou, I don’t care what your plans are, I won’t let you get what you want.

The black car stopped at the door of the clinic. Yu Wei got out of the car and saw Yan Wenzhou leaning against the car door under the streetlight not far away, with a few cigarette butts scattered at his feet.

Apparently it's been here for a while.

Yu Wei walked straight to the clinic as if she hadn't seen him.

She turned around to close the door when she saw Yan Wenzhou take a step forward and follow him into the clinic.

"Bang!" The door closed in front of her eyes.

Yu Wei turned around, and the smell of alcohol hit her face. She raised her head and looked at him angrily, "Yan Wenzhou, why are you so crazy?"

Before she finished speaking, the man's lips had already fallen on her.