She felt that it was difficult to breathe. She covered her mouth in panic, for fear that she would accidentally cry.
The woman said that she would never forget the most beautiful night between her and He Mingjue.
One night, they really had...
The woman also said that if she was troubled by He Mingjue, she would leave with her children and would not be an intermediary between her and He Mingjue.
For a moment, Wen Xihe desperately hoped. She hoped that everything Ye Yuwei said was her own fault. Those were not true, absolutely not.
But now, Wen Xihe has given up.
Because during the whole process, He Mingjue did not speak.
He Mingjue did not deny everything Ye Yuwei said.
But now, Wen Xihe only felt that her heart was filled with despair, large and small. She felt that the world she had worked so hard to build collapsed with the passage of time.
Even in despair, she couldn't help but look back at the ward behind her.
Even at that moment, she was still desperately hoping that the man she loved most could suddenly speak out. He would push away the woman in his arms, and then loudly deny everything.
I don't.
The words she wanted to hear most didn't come out.
She was looking for countless excuses in her heart for not wanting to think. She felt that her mind was blank, as if she had been hit hard. Everything that happened in front of her was in Wen Xihe's brain in an instant.
Broken.
Later, she couldn't see what the two people in the room did, let alone hear what they said.
Like a ghost, she stumbled out of the hospital. She kept walking along the path, and when she raised her head, she discovered that it was the road leading to Wen's house.
Wen Xihe stood there stunned for a long time, her mind filled with images of Ye Yuwei and He Mingjue hugging each other.
They are talking.
The most beautiful night, the future of children without a father.
Everything finally converged into a terrible fact in Wen Xihe's mind.
That fact even prevented her from facing He Mingjue at that moment.
She wanted to escape.
She stopped walking forward and finally turned around. She looked up feebly in the direction of the hospital, turned around and left in the other direction.
The originally sunny sky suddenly began to rain heavily.
When Wen Xihe arrived at Lan's house, she was soaked all over. Her thin clothes clung to her body wetly. Maybe it was because it was too cold, so she hugged herself and jumped into the house.
The whole person was still trembling slightly.
This look frightened Wen Miaoxin.
"Sister Wen!"
The little girl rushed over with a worried look on her face. She wanted to rush over and hold Wen Xihe's hand, but Wen Xihe dodged her.
Wen Miaoxin was stunned, but she saw Wen Xihe shuddering, slightly raising the corners of her mouth, and smiling weakly.
"Miaoxin, I'm dirty and wet, don't make your clothes dirty!"
Wen Miaoxin pouted her lips and couldn't help rolling her eyes in dissatisfaction, "Sister Wen, what did you say?" As she was speaking, she heard footsteps rushing down the stairs.
Wen Xihe raised his head when he heard the sound, and Lan Lingzhou had already hurriedly walked down the stairs.
"What's going on?" The man's face was ugly, and he frowned and looked at Wen Xihe, who was dressed in a wolf-like coat.
Familiar scenes were reminded and played out repeatedly in her heart. Wen Xihe felt a pain in her heart and said bitterly, "I..."
Before he could speak, he was already being pushed towards the bathroom. With a force that could not be ignored, the man's big palm pushed Wen Xihe, who was still stunned, to the bathroom in an instant, and the door was closed with a loud bang.
Lan Lingzhou's unyielding voice came in, "Take a hot bath first and get yourself clean!"
Through a door, Wen Xihe heard Lan Lingzhou's cold voice, "Go get clean clothes for the lady, don't let her catch a cold!"
"I'll go, I'll go!" was followed by Wen Miaoxin's voice. She took over the task and rushed up the stairs with a click of her feet. After a while, the sound disappeared.
Listening to those voices, Wen Xihe felt a sourness rising in her nose, which always made her unable to help but shed tears.
She stood in the clean bathroom, the heat slowly fumigating her body. Balls of warmth silently enveloped her, but she still felt cold.
She placed herself under the hood, and in an instant, the only sound left in the bathroom was the sound of running water.
There's something wrong with that woman.
Let's not talk about why she rushed into his villa dripping wet on a heavy rainy day. Just her reaction tonight made Lan Lingzhou suspicious.
Not knowing which cigarette was between his fingers, Lan Lingzhou raised his head and glanced at the time on the wall, frowning slightly.
It has been two full hours since the woman entered the bathroom. Apart from the sound of water, there was no movement at all in the bathroom.
He sent Wen Miaoxin and the servant to rest, smoked alone, and waited here for two hours.
"Wen Xihe, do you plan to sleep in it?"
Lan Lingzhou put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray, walked to the bathroom door and couldn't help but raise his hand and knock on the door, "Wen Xihe, speak!"
Lan Lingzhou waited silently, but the people in the bathroom did not give him the slightest response.
"Wen Xihe, talk to me!"
For a long time, the sound of water was still there, and still no one gave him an answer.
Lan Lingzhou's last patience was gradually worn away by the arrogant sound of water and the silent voices.
He bent his knuckles and knocked on the door for the last time, with a hint of cold threat in his tone, "Wen Xihe, I'll give you two choices. Or, open the door now and come out!"
The man narrowed his eyes slightly and locked his eyes tightly on the bathroom door, "Either I go in and take you out myself!"
really.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Then came Wen Xihe's hurried voice, "I...I'm ready, I'll be here soon!"
The man heard the sound and breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second, he frowned slightly again.
The extremely clear female voice, although panicked, had a faint nasal sound. Even though she tried her best to hide it, Lan Lingzhou still heard it.
While frowning, the bathroom door was opened silently.
In the heat of the room, Wen Xihe walked out wearing a large bathrobe.
The man stared at her and called her in a low voice, "Xiaohe?"
Wen Xihe passed by Lan Lingzhou, her head lowered, and Lan Lingzhou couldn't see the expression on her face clearly.
She walked past him, her dodging movements too obvious. Even though she wiped her hair, she still couldn't hide her panic.