Chapter 18 Cheng Wanwan loses too much blood, An Ning receives a blood transfusion

Hearing her call Lu Xiyan's name, Cheng Wanwan's smile froze, and then she smiled again, "Xiyan is still in a meeting, An Ning, if you have anything to say, you can tell me and I will convey it to him for you."

"Then, Miss Cheng, do you know when he will adjourn the meeting?" An Ning looked at Cheng Wanwan with a distant look in her eyes. "There are some things I need to ask him in person."

"An Ning." Cheng Wanwan walked up to her, her smile still lingering. "I hope you can understand how I feel. You know better than I do what your relationship with Xiyan was like before. But it's a thing of the past. Now I'm his fiancée, and I hope you can keep a proper distance from him."

Cheng Wanwan smiled slightly, "Some things would be more appropriate if I, your fiancée, conveyed them to you."

An Ning could hear the hidden meaning in Cheng Wanwan's words.

Whether it is the disparity in relationship, identity or status.

Now, she no longer has the qualifications to stand in front of Lu Xiyan and take up his time.

When Jiang Yao brought in the tea, he felt that the atmosphere was a little weird, but he couldn't tell what was weird.

He poured the tea and quickly left.

"Okay, since Miss Cheng said so, please tell him for me."

An Ning's fingertips left red marks on her palms, trying to numb the pain in her heart. "Boss Lu hates me, and I have no complaints. But please, have mercy on him and don't go after my mother."

"An Ning, what's wrong with your mother?" Cheng Wanwan pretended to be confused and handed her a glass of water. "Let's sit down and talk it over. Is your mother in trouble? Do you need my help?"

"No need. Please help me pass on the message, Miss Cheng."

After saying this, An Ning prepared to leave.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of an elevator door opening outside. Cheng Wanwan's eyes turned and she grabbed An Ning's arm, "An Ning, are you really not going to consider taking your mother abroad for treatment? The conditions abroad are better than at home—"

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Cheng!" Before she could finish, An Ning coldly refused, "Miss Cheng, please don't worry about my mother's illness."

She simply pulled her arm out of Cheng Wanwan's hand and was about to leave.

"ah--"

The other party exclaimed and staggered back a few steps as if he had not stood firmly.

An Ning caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye and subconsciously raised her hand to help.

Just as she reached out her hand, Cheng Wanwan stumbled and fell to the ground.

With a crisp bang, the teacup in her hand fell to the ground, the tea splashed everywhere, and the cup shattered into pieces.

Cheng Wanwan fell to the ground unexpectedly, unable to avoid the impact, and her hand landed on the debris, with the skin on her palm torn and blood flowing.

Her originally delicate face suddenly turned pale and her brows were furrowed.

An Ning stood there in shock. The force she had just used to pull her arm was... not very strong.

Just as she was about to call for help, she heard hurried footsteps at the door, followed by several people rushing in.

"Wanwan!"

"Ms. Cheng!"

An Ning turned her head and saw the man in a neat suit. He was the first to come in and rushed directly to Cheng Wanwan's side, kneeling on one knee to check her wound.

"Xiyan..." Cheng Wanwan leaned palely in Lu Xiyan's arms, "I'm in so much pain..."

"Oh my God!" Jiang Yao's eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock, and he quickly shouted, "Call a doctor!"

An Ning stood where she was and was about to go over to check on Cheng Wanwan's injuries when she was suddenly frozen by the man's cold voice.

"Don't you know that she is in poor health and has coagulation disorder!" Lu Xiyan's eyes looked at her as cold as an ice cone, without a trace of warmth.

An Ning trembled and looked at him in disbelief.

Did he think it was she who pushed Cheng Wanwan?

She opened her mouth to explain, "It's not me—"

"Xiyan..." Cheng Wanwan's face was pale and her voice was weak. "Don't blame An Ning... I fell because I didn't stand firmly... It has nothing to do with An Ning..."

Lu Xiyan picked up Cheng Wanwan and strode to the suite upstairs in the office.

He didn't even give An Ning a single extra glance.

An Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she lowered her eyes to stare at the fragments on the ground. The dark red blood mixed with the spilled tea.

She knew that Cheng Wanwan was very precious.

The only daughter of the Cheng Group, she has been in poor health since childhood, has panda blood, and suffers from coagulation disorders.

If anything happens to her, no one here can escape responsibility.

Especially her.

Soon, a private doctor in a white coat rushed over and went straight to the suite upstairs.

The messy debris on the ground was also cleaned up by the cleaning staff.

Liang Xu and others came over after hearing the noise and went in to check on Cheng Wanwan's condition.

An Ning leaned against the wall outside the office, and what lingered in her mind was Lu Xiyan's sharp eyes like ice.

I hate her so much.

The more I think about it, the clearer that look becomes.

There were footsteps at the door, it was Jiang Yao.

An Ning came back to her senses and asked hurriedly, "Assistant Jiang, how is Miss Cheng?"

"The doctor said the wound is quite deep and the bleeding won't stop. We need to go to the hospital." Jiang Yao pushed the glasses on his nose, looking embarrassed. "Ms. An, Mr. Lu is very depressed right now. I think you should not stay here and cause more trouble."

Jiang Yao had worked for Lu Xiyan for three or four years, and he knew something was wrong whenever his boss frowned.

So he could vaguely sense that his immediate superior did not like Miss An very much.

It would be a good idea to let her leave at this time.

An Ning nodded. There was really no need for her to stay here.

As soon as she walked downstairs, she saw that the ambulance from Lu's hospital had arrived.

It's quite a big commotion.

Before I even reached the bus stop, my cell phone rang.

The caller ID shows only one letter - A.

The person she pinned to the top of her address book but didn't dare to note his full name.

Press answer and put it to your ear.

His low and cold voice came from the phone.

"Where?"

An Ning lowered her eyes, "Bus stop."

"Wanwan has lost too much blood and needs a blood transfusion." The other party said concisely, "Come here."

An Ning's heart trembled, and she unconsciously grasped the phone tightly, "Is it paid?"

The other party paused for a second, and his voice became colder. "How much do you want?"

"It was 100,000 six years ago, but the price has increased now." An Ning twitched the corners of her pale lips, "For the sake of our old friendship, I'll give you a discount, 200,000."

The other party laughed, mockingly, "An Ning, do you think your blood is worth that much?"

"Of course my blood is not valuable." An Ning chuckled, "But Mr. Lu's fiancée is valuable."

An Ning knew very well that if the hospital's blood bank was not short of blood, Lu Xiyan would not have come to her.

After all, she used to be Cheng Wanwan's mobile blood bank.

Lu Xiyan's voice was cold, "Come right away."

An Ning hung up the phone and raised her hand to cover her beating heart.

The person who once told her, "An Ning, your blood cannot be bought with money, your life is more important than anything else," now said to her, "Do you think your blood is worth this much?"

An Ning suddenly chuckled, her eyes moist.

Two hundred thousand is enough.

The extra surgery fee and VIP hospitalization fee are included.