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Chapter 11 Is It Really Him?

  • When I arrived at the hospital, my head was still a little dizzy and hazy, but at least my vision was clear.
  • My wound was deep.
  • A piece of metal from Yao Keyi's car had cut into my leg, and it needed to be cleaned and stitched up.
  • "The anesthesia has run out, you need to go to the pharmacy to get more. Wait here," the doctor said.
  • I looked down.
  • There was a large gash on my leg, and if I waited any longer, it would open up like a flower.
  • "Stitch it up for me, no need for anesthesia," I told the doctor.
  • The doctor was startled, and even Sang Qi, who was next to him, glanced at me.
  • "Not using anesthesia will be extremely painful for you," he said coldly.
  • I'm not stupid, how could I not know that?
  • But I'm allergic to anesthesia. Last time when I had a tooth extraction, the anesthesia almost killed me.
  • I said calmly, "Just stitch it up!"
  • Perhaps because the pain had numbed me before, the first needle the doctor inserted didn't cause much pain, so I remained calm.
  • But when the second needle came, it started to hurt a bit.
  • I couldn't help but tighten my grip on my own palm.
  • At that moment, a hand rested on the back of mine, gently holding it.
  • I furrowed my brows slightly, without looking up, "Mr. Sang, I advise you to let go, otherwise I will hurt you."
  • "......As you wish," Sang Qi said indifferently.
  • He had always been so indifferent, making me seem like an unreasonable and bad person.
  • "Mr. Sang, this is what you brought upon yourself."
  • I gritted my teeth and, for some reason, I tightly held onto his hand.
  • He didn't move, allowing me to squeeze until my hand bled, but he didn't let go.
  • After the doctor finished stitching, he sighed helplessly, "Sir, you should come with me to get your hand treated as well."
  • "Mhm," Sang Qi nodded.
  • Four cuts were made on the back of his hand from my squeezing, quite deep.
  • I lowered my gaze and didn't say anything, "......"
  • If it wasn't him that night, why would he still treat me so well?
  • I don't understand, really don't understand.
  • Because I couldn't walk due to my leg, if I exerted force, the freshly stitched wound would split open.
  • Sang Qi unexpectedly sent someone to bring me a wheelchair, making it convenient for me to move around.
  • But instead of leaving the hospital directly, I found a doctor from the gynecology department.
  • "Hello, I would like to make an appointment for an abortion tomorrow."
  • I want to terminate this pregnancy.
  • It's not that I'm cruel, but I can't give birth to a child with an unknown origin.
  • If a life is brought into this world, I want it to come with clarity.
  • The doctor looked at my leg in surprise, "You can still have the surgery like this?"
  • "Surgery doesn't require legs," I said.
  • If I don't do it soon, the child will grow up.
  • Not only does it harm my body, but I'm also afraid... I'm getting more and more reluctant to let him go.
  • ...
  • Sang Qi had some urgent matters to attend to and went to a meeting. I refused the driver he sent and took a taxi back to the villa myself.
  • It was really tiring to go through this day.
  • The housekeeper never expected that I left standing but returned in a wheelchair. She quickly helped me bathe and change clothes, and then made soup for me to drink.
  • But I knew that they must have reported my current condition to their superiors.
  • Sure enough, not long after, the secretary Dong came.
  • He was still dressed in a suit, looking impeccable.
  • He stood by my bed, without bringing flowers or a fruit basket. It seemed like he wasn't here to visit.
  • And judging by his expression, he didn't have a trace of a smile.
  • What crime have I committed to deserve his sour face?
  • I lowered my head and played with my phone, pretending not to see him.
  • He finally spoke, "Miss Xia."
  • "Hmm," I hummed, not lifting my head. "What's the matter?"
  • My attitude probably infuriated him, as his voice became louder when he spoke again, "Miss Xia, have you been indulging yourself these past few days?"
  • I ignored him and casually flipped through the post-abortion care instructions on my phone.
  • The secretary shouted at me, "Miss Xia, you didn't come here for a vacation!"
  • I threw my phone aside, "What business is it of yours what I do?"
  • He looked at me and suddenly sneered, "Miss Xia, now that you've injured yourself, you'll probably calm down for a while, won't you?"
  • I could see the contempt and disdain in the secretary's eyes.
  • Perhaps his boss is a big shot, and he thinks it's my honor to bear his child.
  • Disgusting. I'll go and have the child aborted tomorrow, not leaving them with any expectations.
  • I looked at him and sneered, "Unless you lock me up, I'll do whatever I want!"
  • "Miss Xia, don't think that the boss has a good temper. You better be obedient!"
  • "You've got it wrong."
  • I looked up at the secretary, "Now it's you who's begging me to have a child, not me begging you. I can kill myself anytime, and then the child won't be saved."
  • He didn't expect me to say that, and stared at me dumbfounded.
  • He thought I was the protagonist in a melodrama, always crying and fainting, or crying and begging him to spare me?
  • "Miss Xia!" He shouted my name in frustration, but didn't know what to say next.
  • I lay down and pulled the blanket over my head.
  • Through the thin blanket, I heard the angry voice of Secretary Dong, "Miss Xia, I'm here to warn you. If you continue to mess around, your life won't be as comfortable as it is now."
  • I wasn't someone easily frightened. During my years as a journalist, I've faced all kinds of threats.
  • I pulled the blanket down from my eyes and looked at Secretary Dong's distorted face, and suddenly asked him, "Is it Sangqi who got me pregnant?"