The assistant looked at him in surprise, but Ling Shaocheng was not soft-hearted.

He stood here. Ling Nuanqing was so painful that she almost fainted when the suture was stitched. Her lower lip was bitten through. No matter how much she endured, she still had a painful moan to Ling Shaocheng's ears.

The man simply closed his eyes. His heart was as hard as a rock at this time, and no one could shake it.

There was air conditioning in the emergency room, and Ling Shaocheng stood there and was sweating all over.

The stitch hurts him a hundred times more than it was when he was sewn on him. The assistant couldn't bear to see it, so he retreated outside and waited.

Ling Nuanqing was pillowing on the pillow, sweating in her cold face, and her faces in front of her became blurred. She stared at the man's back, and he stood there like a sculpture, still standing still, cold face and cold heart.

She didn't know when she was sent to the ward, so Ling Shaocheng simply completed the hospitalization procedures for her.

Ling Nuanqing was then awakened by pain. Ling Shaocheng sat on the edge of the bed, with gauze wrapped around her wrist. He stood up after hearing the movement, staring at the person lying there expressionlessly.

Ling Nuanqing raised her hand, but found that she could not move. She turned her head and saw that her hands were tied to the hospital bed.

She wanted to struggle, and then she realized that all her limbs were tied up.

"Let me go!"

"I have asked someone to notify your mom and she will arrive soon."

Ling Nuanqing's eyes widened, and she wanted to get up and fight him, "Don't tell her, do you want her to see me?"

"Yes!" Ling Shaocheng bent down, supported his hands beside her, and said without hesitation, "I'm going to let her see you like this, know what you have done, and make her realize how sad her mother has done."

Ling Nuanqing stood up, but she was weak all over, and her hands and feet were tied up, so she could not touch Ling Shaocheng at all.

"No! Let me go!"

"Nannuan, why do you have to go against me?" Ling Shaocheng always felt that he had walked into a dead end and could not look back. "You want me to regret what I have done, right?"

Yuan Ying first went to Jinzun Mansion, where she couldn't find Ling Nuanqing, but after waiting, she got news that she was in the hospital.

She rushed to the ward again in a hurry, and was stopped by Ling Shaocheng's assistant when she was at the door.

"How is An An? Is she in there?"

The assistant raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Mr. Ling."

"Let her come in."

"No-" Ling Nuanqing was in a state of grief and anger. She kicked her legs, "Don't come in."

How could Yuan Ying see her like this?

When the assistant heard her words, he didn't dare to let anyone outside enter. However, Ling Shaocheng shouted at the door, "Don't you understand what I said?"

When Yuan Ying rushed in, she saw Ling Nuanqing on the hospital bed at a glance. Fortunately, the wound had been sewn and gauze was wrapped, which was not as scary as before.

She walked to the bed, lowered her body but didn't dare to touch her face, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The door of the ward was open, and the assistant looked at the time and urged Ling Shaocheng in embarrassment. "Mr. Ling, the clothes are delivered, so time is probably not enough."

Ling Shaocheng took off his suit, pulled his tie open, and stared at the person on the hospital bed, "You will live here tonight. I have left enough people for you. If you feel uncomfortable, you can call a doctor."

Ling Nuanqing changed his face in front of Yuan Ying, "Mom, I'm fine, I just accidentally injured my hand."

"Who tied you up?" Yuan Ying said as she wanted to untie her.

The assistant brought a new set of clothes over, and Ling Shaocheng took it and walked directly into the bathroom of the single ward.

He changed his clothes and stood in front of the mirror. Ling Shaocheng stared at the extremely cold face inside. If the clear outline was not exactly the same as him, he would really doubt whether this person was him.

Ling Shaocheng turned up the collar of his shirt, and his slender fingers were on the tie in an orderly manner. Even his jawline was tight, completely interpreting his vicious look.

He walked into the ward, and Ling Nuanqing was free from both hands and feet, but he no longer stood up as urgently as before.

Yuan Ying held her hand and kept asking her what was wrong. Ling Nuanqing could only force herself to smile, "Mom, I'm really fine. The glass at home is broken, and I've cut my hands."

"I'll see you tomorrow morning." Ling Shaocheng said, stepped on his long legs and walked out of the ward. Ling Nuanqing said to his lips but didn't know what else to say.

She seemed to have the urge to blurt out, tell him not to go, not to leave, and to not continue the wedding banquet.

But all her goals have been achieved. Even if Ling Shaocheng really stays here, what can he do?

Ling Nuanqing felt sad. She saw that he went out without hesitation, walked outside and gently brought the door with her back.

Since childhood, Ling Shaocheng has never left her like this.

She couldn't tell what it felt, and Yuan Ying kept wiping her face with her hands, "Don't cry, is it a pain in the wound? I'll call the doctor to come..."

"Mom," Ling Nuanqing held her hand, "I didn't cry."

Her eyes turned red and she said she was not crying. Yuan Ying sat down beside the bed, Ling Nuanqing stood up with her elbow and leaned against her.

"Mom, I really want to leave. I want to go back to our hometown with you, go to my father's grave to worship, and want to see the relatives at home..."

Yuan Ying patted Ling Nuanqing's back lightly, "Mom listens to you whatever you want to do, whatever you want."

Ling Nuanqing's tears fell in strings, her lips were shaking, but she tried her best to let the cry burst out from her throat. "Okay."

She couldn't leave like this, but it can be imagined that the saying Ling Shaocheng once said to keep her by his side even if he dies, is true.

If he had no desire to bear it, he would say, "Okay, I'll let you go."

Even if it's a cheat?

Ling Shaocheng walked into the elevator, looked at his watch, and the assistant said carefully, "The old man kept calling, I didn't dare to answer."

"Let him play." Ling Shaocheng adjusted his tie in the elevator mirror.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ling."

Ling Shaocheng did not blame him too much, "It's not your fault, even I'm helpless with her, let alone you."

The elevator quickly descended to the bottom floor. As soon as the door opened, Ling Shaocheng walked out.

In the hotel rest room, Ni Lei sat in front of the dressing mirror in a daze. She had just finished her makeup, but her face was gloomy at this moment.

Ling Shaocheng is afraid he won't come here. Today's wedding is destined to become a farce.

She picked up her cell phone and wanted to call and ask. As soon as she pressed Ling Shaocheng's number, the door in the rest room was pushed open.

"The groom is here, the groom is here!"
Chapter completed!