An Ran was slapped for the first time in his life and was almost stunned.
She covered her face and looked at Nie Qingyu with wet eyes without blinking, as if she didn't recognize him.
Nie Qingyu didn't expect that he would hit her. The big hand that had just slapped her froze in mid-step, and he was stunned for a moment.
"Qingyu, I'm sorry...it's my fault...I...I was in a hurry to come to you...that's why...I bumped into her accidentally...I don't...don't care about her...don't blame me
She..." Zhuo Jiaxuan endured the abdominal pain, struggled to grab the man's big hand, and advised: "Forget it, don't hit her again."
An Ran stood frozen in place, the burning pain spreading from her cheek to her heart, and then pulling on the nerves in her limbs, causing her to convulse.
She stared at the man and woman stubbornly, and even though she had become a joke to the whole world, she was not willing to lose in such a dejected manner.
If your heart is dead, it won’t hurt anymore!
Nie Qingyu stared at An Ran's red and swollen mouth, and subconsciously let go of Zhuo Jiaxuan in his arms, wanting to touch An Ran's face.
"Qingyu, don't hit her again!" Zhuo Jiaxuan screamed, holding on to his iron arm, and shouted at An Ran: "Why don't you run! Do you want to be beaten to death by him? Run!"
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More and more people were watching, pointing and talking at the man and two women.
An Ran only felt that the sharp pain in his heart seemed to be covered by ice, and he couldn't tell whether it was cold or painful, or whether it was completely numb.
She suddenly broke into a sad and sarcastic smile, but accidentally pulled the red and swollen corners of her mouth, and finally couldn't laugh anymore. She simply stopped pretending and glared at the Virgin White Lotus:
"Why should I run? If you don't stop him, I will be beaten to death by him, right! Why do you want to seduce a married man if you are so kind? You are pregnant with his child before we are divorced. You have merit.
You're right! You have the nerve to show off even though you're pregnant with a bastard! Who gave you the face!"
All the onlookers were stunned. They did not expect such a turn. They whispered to each other and discussed each other. This time, most of them sympathized with An Ran and pointed at Zhuo Jiaxuan and Nie Qingyu.
"The mistress is so arrogant now. She dares to get pregnant before she gets divorced!"
"A man protects his mistress and beats his first wife. What a scumbag."
"This man is so handsome. If it were me, I would risk everything for him..."
"No matter how handsome he is, he is still a married man. How can he steal someone else's husband..."
Nie Qingyu's face was so gloomy that it almost rained. He gave An Ran a cold look and shouted in a deep voice: "I'll settle the score with you later!"
Zhuo Jiaxuan curled her lips at an angle that he couldn't see, and then continued to slump in his arms, covering her abdomen with one hand and moaning in pain.
"I'll take you to the hospital!" Nie Qingyu picked up Zhuo Jiaxuan and left quickly without even looking at An Ran.
After the farce, the man hugged the mistress and walked away, leaving An Ran alone to face the whole world with either mocking or sympathetic eyes.
An Ran touched the numb corners of her mouth and lowered her eyes sadly. Two drops of tears splashed onto the floor and shattered into pieces, just like her heart that was broken into pieces and could not be put back together.
I asked for sick leave with President Xu in the afternoon and returned to Jiahe Community safely.
She took the elevator back to the tenth floor where Bao Yuanqing lived, opened the door, walked in, and threw herself on the bed in the small bedroom, unable to move again.
Her stomach and throat were burning, and her whole body was limp and without any strength. She might be sick.
An Ran struggled to get up and wanted to pour herself a glass of water, but she didn't even have the strength to walk. Her legs gave out and she fell to the ground.
She sat on the floor, hugged her knees and cried for a while, and her abdomen began to cramp again. She covered her stomach with one hand, and finally reached her mobile phone. Her first number for help was almost dialed to Nie.
Qingyu.
No, you can't call him! He has already accompanied another woman to the hospital, and that woman is pregnant with his child!
An Ran bit her lip hard, holding back the tears of sadness that were about to fall, and dialed Bao Yuanqing's number. When the call was connected, her voice choked with sobs: "Sister Bao, can you accompany me to the hospital..."
Private hospital, intensive care unit.
Nie Qingyu went through the hospitalization procedures for Zhuo Jiaxuan and admitted her to the hospital to ensure her pregnancy.
"Qingyu, why do you still want to accompany her to buy clothes?" Zhuo Jiaxuan asked the question in her heart aggrievedly while lying on the hospital bed.
Nie Qingyu glanced at her, frowned slightly, and asked without answering: "Why did you follow her?"
Zhuo Jiaxuan heard the displeasure in his tone and couldn't help but feel a little nervous. She quickly explained: "I was feeling a little uncomfortable and wanted you to accompany me to the hospital, so I called Ahao and asked where you were...
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"Why did Ah Hao talk so much!" Nie Qingyu laughed coldly.
"Don't blame Ah Hao, he told me because I kept asking him." Zhuo Jiaxuan's eyes flashed, and she continued softly: "I was just too anxious to see you, and I didn't expect to bump into her.
Let's get together...I'm sorry for causing trouble for you."
Nie Qingyu pursed his lips and said no more.
Zhuo Jiaxuan knew this man to some extent. The worse he was, the less he talked.
In fact, he didn't like to talk much in front of her, but she clearly saw that he seemed to be very talkative when he was with An Ran.
He also accompanied An Ran to buy clothes, which was a treatment he had never received before. Thinking of this, Zhuo Jiaxuan felt particularly uncomfortable, as if something that belonged to her had been taken away.
"Qingyu, the doctor said our child is fine, so please stop beating her." Zhuo Jiaxuan once again pleaded for An Ran and advised softly: "She didn't mean it."
Nie Qingyu thought of the slap on An Ran's face. His palm felt a little hot, and his heart twitched inexplicably. A strange, unspeakable, secret, dull pain slowly overflowed.
His heart was clogged and he stood up to leave.
"Qingyu," Zhuo Jiaxuan's face looked a little gloomy. She forced out a smile and asked him: "Can you stay with me?"
"I will send a nurse to take care of you." Nie Qingyu's tone was gentle, but also very cold. "Take good care of the baby and stop running around."
Zhuo Jiaxuan gritted her teeth, but finally couldn't hold it back. "Qingyu, you said... you want to divorce her and marry me."
It wasn't that she couldn't calm down, but because she couldn't wait for any news from him, she felt that this man might have changed his mind.
Nie Qingyu thought for a moment and said slowly: "She had a big reaction to the divorce."
For the past three years, this woman has been as obedient as a cat. When it comes to issues of principle and bottom line, she seems to show a rigidity that would rather be broken than ruined.
"She refuses to be a mistress, let's discuss this matter later." Nie Qingyu turned around again after speaking.
"Qingyu," Zhuo Jiaxuan panicked. She looked up at her face, hoping that he would be soft-hearted towards this face. "But I am pregnant, and I am carrying your child. Do you want our child to be born?"
Will he become an illegitimate child?"
Nie Qingyu frowned, showing a hint of impatience. "It was an accident that night! I asked you to take the medicine for the aftermath, why didn't you obey!"
He...he was actually blaming her! Zhuo Jiaxuan was completely panicked, her eyes quickly filled with tears, and she was about to cry. "Qingyu, do you want me to abort this child?"
Nie Qingyu was silent for a while.
"I know you can't bear to let him go as much as I do!" Zhuo Jiaxuan caressed her flat belly, staring at him with watery eyes without blinking, and asked again: "You can't bear to let him be an illegitimate child, right?"