"You're awake." A low, hoarse man's voice sounded next to her ear.
Is there anyone? She couldn't move her head, so she could only look sideways - a familiar face appeared in her sight.
Is it him?! Han Jifeng! The bastard of the century?!
He was sitting next to her bed, with some stubble on his cold and resolute chin, a red mark on his plump forehead, and his eyes were slightly swollen, but even so, there was still a calmness in his eyes.
Like a leopard that stays awake at all times.
Why is he here?
Looking at it like this, it seems like he stayed here all night last night? The mark on his forehead seems to be left by sleeping on his stomach.
No, how could this be possible? She immediately denied her thoughts.
Don't forget, who put her in jail? It was clear that he could clear her grievances with just one word, but he deliberately turned a blind eye and watched her being taken away by the police. If not, how could she be beaten like this!
"Why are you here?" She seemed to have forgotten that it was Han Jifeng who rescued her from the police station in time. She spoke in a cold tone, her voice was hoarse, and her throat hurt like a knife.
My whole face hurts.
Only then did she realize that she was lying on the bed wrapped like a mummy, her two plastered feet dropped in the air, and she couldn't move.
"The doctor came to check you out an hour ago. It will take about two months for you to be discharged from the hospital. Wen Lei has taken care of the necessities for hospitalization. During these two months, the most professional nurses will care for you 24 hours a day." As if he had foreseen it.
Yes, Han Jifeng didn't care about her coldness. He rubbed his temples, looked at the watch on his wrist, stood up and said.
"So, does this mean atonement?" She looked at him sideways, "Isn't that right? First slap the person twice, and then give him a candy. This is your usual style, Mr. Han."
"The hospital affairs have been arranged, but now, you should call your husband to come over." Han Jifeng seemed to have no intention of quarreling with her, and just said what he wanted to explain.
"My husband?" Ling Tongyu was stunned after hearing this.
"Yes, your husband, Xiaoxi's father, should be here at this time. Xiaoxi needs a father." Something happened to my wife, and I had a four or five-year-old daughter running back and forth to do the hard work. I really don't know what kind of man this woman married.
... Could it be... Ling Tongyu's heart trembled, and she suddenly remembered everything about last night. The person who ran to save her was Han Jifeng, and Xiaoxi came with him!
So, he obviously now knows the fact that Xiaoxi is her daughter! So what should he do when he asks about her husband?
"Number?" Han Jifeng took out his mobile phone, looked at Ling Tongyu, and prepared to press the button.
"I, I, my husband... it's... not convenient for him to come here right now." Ling Tongyu averted his eyes in a panic and said.
What would Han Jifeng do if he knew that he was Xiaoxi's father? Thinking of this question, her heart suddenly sank. He would never accept Xiaoxi.
"Inconvenient?" Han Jifeng frowned.
"No need." Ling Tongyu glanced at him with a resentful look and said coldly, "Anyway, we have never needed him in the past, and we will not need him now or in the future."
"..." Han Jifeng looked at her with doubtful eyes, "Did you have a fight?"
It seemed like they were having an awkward moment.