Luo Xichen looked steadily into Su Jiuge's eyes, with fiery emotions shining in his ice eyes.
"Oh? Really? What would happen if Wan Qing knew that Mechelle was pregnant with your child?" Su Jiuge smiled An Ran.
Luo Xichen's eyes suddenly twitched, that woman actually...
"How could you, as a man, not tell us about Mechelle's pregnancy? How could you, a girl, take the initiative to call her? How did you become your fiancé?" Su Jiuge's words contained an unmistakable accusation.
"The child is not mine."
Su Jiuge raised his eyebrows: "Can you provide evidence to prove otherwise?"
Luo Xichen was silent.
"Even if you can produce evidence, I bet that Xuan will make it impossible for you to produce it." Su Jiuge said in a determined tone.
Luo Xichen's pupils shrank suddenly, staring at Su Jiuge with some hatred, and said: "Why are you doing this?"
"Because Wan Qing can't be with you." Su Jiuge laughed, "In order to stop you, not only Xuan, but also me, may do some unbelievable things."
Luo Xichen was shocked, but the persistence on his face did not change at all: "Then you just do it, try your best, I will follow them all."
After saying that, he stopped looking at Su Jiuge and returned to the emergency room ward without looking back.
Su Jiuge looked at his stubborn back, and the stern look on her face gradually dissipated. In fact, she was already doing it.
To some extent, she is not a qualified mother.
Luo Xichen stayed in the hospital all night. During the night, Wan Qing woke up once, but fell asleep again soon after.
Early the next morning, around eight o'clock, Luo Xichen went to buy fresh dumplings and porridge nearby. When he walked downstairs to the inpatient department of the emergency department, he was surrounded by a group of reporters.
"Mr. Luo Xichen, I heard that Miss Su Wanqing is pregnant and hospitalized. I don't know if the news is true. Can you elaborate?"
"Mr. Luo Xichen, I heard that you and Miss Su Wanqing are legally siblings, but someone photographed you hugging each other in the street. Are you really siblings as simple as that?"
"Mr. Luo Xichen, Miss Su Wanqing is suffering from morning sickness. Is she pregnant with your child? Did you buy dinner for the mother of the child?"
"Mr. Luo Xichen, I heard that you have an Italian fiancée, so isn't Miss Su Wanqing's intervention a mistress competing for love?"
Luo Xichen's brows furrowed deeply, his ice-blue eyes were filled with storms, and his voice seemed to come from hell: "Get out of here."
All the gossip reporters were shocked by his aura, and many of them took a step back in fright, but there were still a few bold ones who still pressed forward.
"Luo Xichen, don't think that just because you were born into a mafia family, you can be lawless. Yesterday, your act of beating up the paparazzi was photographed by a well-meaning passerby. Do you think you..."
Luo Xichen suddenly stretched out his hand, smashed the entertainment reporter's camera with a bang, and sneered: "Why, you want to try it too?"
There was a moment of silence, and no one dared to say another word.
"This is a hospital, and patients need to rest. If you continue to block here shamelessly, I will call the security guards to chase you all away."
At the end, he coldly glanced at every reporter present and said: "When you go to smear others for money, you don't touch your conscience first!"
After saying that, he ignored everyone's surprised or fearful looks and walked towards the inpatient department. Wan Qing was still waiting for his breakfast. "I will not leave her."
Luo Xichen looked steadily into Su Jiuge's eyes, with fiery emotions shining in his ice eyes.
"Oh? Really? What would happen if Wan Qing knew that Mechelle was pregnant with your child?" Su Jiuge smiled An Ran.
Luo Xichen's eyes suddenly twitched, that woman actually...
"How could you, as a man, not tell us about Mechelle's pregnancy? How could you, a girl, take the initiative to call her? How did you become your fiancé?" Su Jiuge's words contained an unmistakable accusation.
"The child is not mine."
Su Jiuge raised his eyebrows: "Can you provide evidence to prove otherwise?"
Luo Xichen was silent.
"Even if you can produce evidence, I bet that Xuan will make it impossible for you to produce it." Su Jiuge said in a determined tone.
Luo Xichen's pupils shrank suddenly, staring at Su Jiuge with some hatred, and said: "Why are you doing this?"
"Because Wan Qing can't be with you." Su Jiuge laughed, "In order to stop you, not only Xuan, but also me, may do some unbelievable things."
Luo Xichen was shocked, but the persistence on his face did not change at all: "Then you just do it, try your best, I will follow them all."
After saying that, he stopped looking at Su Jiuge and returned to the emergency room ward without looking back.
Su Jiuge looked at his stubborn back, and the stern look on her face gradually dissipated. In fact, she was already doing it.
To some extent, she is not a qualified mother.
Luo Xichen stayed in the hospital all night. During the night, Wan Qing woke up once, but fell asleep again soon after.
Early the next morning, around eight o'clock, Luo Xichen went to buy fresh dumplings and porridge nearby. When he walked downstairs to the inpatient department of the emergency department, he was surrounded by a group of reporters.
"Mr. Luo Xichen, I heard that Miss Su Wanqing is pregnant and hospitalized. I don't know if the news is true. Can you elaborate?"
"Mr. Luo Xichen, I heard that you and Miss Su Wanqing are legally siblings, but someone photographed you hugging each other in the street. Are you really siblings as simple as that?"
"Mr. Luo Xichen, Miss Su Wanqing is suffering from morning sickness. Is she pregnant with your child? Did you buy dinner for the mother of the child?"
"Mr. Luo Xichen, I heard that you have an Italian fiancée, so isn't Miss Su Wanqing's intervention a mistress competing for love?"
Luo Xichen's brows furrowed deeply, his ice-blue eyes were filled with storms, and his voice seemed to come from hell: "Get out of here."
All the gossip reporters were shocked by his aura, and many of them took a step back in fright, but there were still a few bold ones who still pressed forward.
"Luo Xichen, don't think that just because you were born into a mafia family, you can be lawless. Yesterday, your act of beating up the paparazzi was photographed by a well-meaning passerby. Do you think you..."
Luo Xichen suddenly stretched out his hand, smashed the entertainment reporter's camera with a bang, and sneered: "Why, you want to try it too?"
There was a moment of silence, and no one dared to say another word.
"This is a hospital, and patients need to rest. If you continue to block here shamelessly, I will call the security guards to chase you all away."
At the end, he coldly glanced at every reporter present and said: "When you go to smear others for money, you don't touch your conscience first!"
After saying that, he ignored everyone's looks of surprise or fear and walked towards the inpatient department. Wan Qing was still waiting for his breakfast.