I couldn't stand it anymore, He Shao banged me on the wall every day, asking for remarriage.

Shao Jinyuan found Mr. Zhai and explained to him that Nuan Xi wanted to see him. Mr. Zhai took some time off to visit her, and they didn't know what they talked about in the ward.

Seeing the teacher coming out of the ward with a solemn expression, Shao Jinyuan asked in confusion, "Is it a problem with the surgery?"

Mr. Zhai shook his head, "It's not easy for the two sisters."

Shao Jinyuan knew that as a doctor, investing too much emotion in patients would go against the rules taught by many teachers. He just paid more attention to Wen Xi than others.

"It's a pity for this child. If he can recover well after the operation, he will have great achievements in the future." Mr. Zhai recognized Wen Xi's conversation and mind.

Shao Jinyuan did not deny Mr. Zhai's opinion.

He Lanchen arrived at the ward at night and Wen Wan had just woken up. The doctor talked to him and said that her condition was basically stable and she could be transferred to a general ward.

When Wen Wan saw the bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, she pushed the vase down irritably.

"Why did the vase fall? Did it hurt you?" He Lanchen was helping her hang up her clothes. He heard the sound of broken porcelain and hurried over to ask.

Wen Wan withdrew the hand he held, her eyes extremely cold, "Don't touch me, I think you're dirty."

He Lanchen knew that Wen Wan was angry, so he approached her and said, "Honey, I have never had an unclear relationship with another woman."

She pursed her lips, thinking of everything between Qiu Yiyi and him, more than what he had done to her as his wife, and she felt inexplicably sour in her heart.

"Your heart is already very dirty, extremely dirty." Wen Wan was so cold as if she had lost any extra emotion.

When He Lanchen heard her words, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong chest muscles that he had been exercising all year round. He grabbed Wen Wan's hand and pressed it against it, "You can touch it and see that my heart is not dirty."

Wen Wan wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held it tighter.

"Let go, let go of my hand." Wen Wan struggled desperately.

Thinking of her despair and helplessness when she called He Lanchen, she rushed over and bit him hard on the shoulder.

He Lanchen didn't move and let her vent, "Honey, it doesn't hurt at all if you bite me, just try harder."

Wen Wan seemed to be possessed, biting his shoulder hard until He Lanchen made a groan. She tasted rust in her mouth, and her heart was still extremely cold.

The pain He Lanchen suffered was not as painful as the miscarriage of her baby. She only wished she had not bitten off a piece of flesh on his shoulder, and it was really difficult to vent her hatred.

He Lanchen had his shirt open, and the nurse who came in changed Wen Wan's sling bottle. When she saw a deep tooth mark on his shoulder, she immediately started to gossip.

Was it because Miss Wen and Mr. He were so fierce that they bit his shoulder? It shouldn't be. Ms. Wen's current physical condition makes it impossible for her to do any strenuous exercise.

"Look again, someone will dig out your eyeballs." He Lanchen put on his shirt and buttoned it with one hand.

The nurse lowered her head and took away the empty sling bottle she had replaced. Thinking of the wound on He Lanchen's shoulder, he put on his shirt as if nothing was wrong. Doesn't the wound hurt? If not treated properly, the wound will become inflamed.

"Go out of this door and don't let me hear you talking nonsense outside." He Lanchen warned the nurse coldly.

The nurse wanted to cry but had no tears, whimpering, Mr. He is so fierce, she likes the gentle Miss Wen.

"Yes, Mr. He." The nurse was disappointed and walked out of the ward.

Wen Wan lay quietly on the hospital bed. He Lanchen unbuttoned his shirt again, took off his clothes, and handed her a stick of ointment.

"Honey, help me apply the medicine." His tone was pitiful.

Wen Wan dropped the ointment on the ground, her expression full of disgust, "Young Master He, you should ask Miss Qiao to help you apply the ointment."

He Lanchen was not angry after hearing her sarcasm, and acted very calmly.

"Honey, I really have nothing to do with her." He Lanchen bent down to pick up the ointment and put it in Wen Wan's hand again.

She continued to throw the ointment on the ground. This time, He Lanchen still didn't get angry. It was as if Wen Wan was playing a game with him, so calm and silently accepting.

"Who is your wife? Don't yell."

Wen Wan moved, and she frowned slightly in pain.

He Lanchen paid close attention to the slight changes in her expression, and frowned when he knew she was really in pain.

"Where does it hurt? Let me rub it for you." He Lanchen opened the quilt and was about to check the source of Wen Wan's pain.

When he saw Wen Wan's feet wrapped in gauze, his eyes suddenly became dull.

"It hurts a lot." He felt very distressed.

Wen Wan moved the ankle held by him, "Don't touch me."

"Wen Wan, I'm really reflecting. What happened that day was indeed wrong because I didn't trust you enough. But I was also willing to cause this mistake to happen..." He thought of Mrs. Qiao's plan and felt a chill down his spine.

If Wen Wan really dies this time, or encounters something unexpected, their marriage will immediately turn into a red light.

In the final analysis, it was not that he did not trust Wen Wan enough, but that someone deliberately misled him.

"He Lanchen, no matter what you say, it won't change our outcome." She had already given up.

This kidnapping accident also gave her the opportunity to see He Lanchen clearly again. His badness was not aimed at her, but existed in the first place.

"I am willing to give you a satisfactory explanation for this matter." He Lanchen did not want to give up Wen Wan and their hard-won marriage.

Wen Wan pulled the quilt and lay down again. His feet felt nothing but pain.

She knew very well that her narrow escape this time depended not on her love for He Lanchen, but on her expectation and desire for her sister.

"No need, belated love is worthless than grass." Wen Wan had already given up on this marriage.

It was the first time He Lanchen saw Wen Wan with such a decisive attitude. He put on his shirt and put the ointment in the drawer, "Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation."

Wen Wan remained unmoved. No matter what efforts He Lanchen made, she chose to ignore them.

This man is accustomed to using sweet words, and she will not be fooled again.

He Lanchen walked out of the ward. Wen Wan could no longer control her cry and cried softly. The man standing outside the door slowly clenched his hands into fists.

This time, she was really sad.

Wen Wan had cried enough and lay on the bed quietly thinking about the future.

Now that she has lost her baby, all she can do is live well with her sister.

Wen Wan was in a daze when her cell phone rang, and Shao Jinyuan's voice rang on the other end.

"Miss Wen, your feet are seriously damaged and you need to take good care of them." Shao Jinyuan said hello to her first to prevent her from getting hurt or getting overly worried.

Before she could speak, the door was pushed open again, and He Lanchen who came in put a new vase on the bedside table and reinserted the flowers he bought.

Wen Wan ignored him and called Shao Jinyuan.