Chapter 373 Warning

"Take care of your people."

The sound was not loud, but it made Jay Chou tremble all over and sweat even more.

Not until Chi Wenyan and Ji Wan disappeared at the end of the corridor did Director Zhou dare to get up from the ground tremblingly, his face full of fear of surviving a disaster.

After returning to the hotel room arranged by Chi Wenyan, Ji Wan was still a little absent-minded.

Chi Wenyan had warm food brought to her, but she had no appetite.

"Eat something first."

Chi Wenyan handed a cup of warm water to her lips.

Ji Wan took a sip obediently, and only when his cold fingertips touched the warm wall of the cup did he regain a sense of reality.

"Did I really hurt her?"

She raised her head, her eyes red and her voice choked with sobs.

The child is gone.

No matter how Jay Chou's attitude changes, this fact cannot be changed.

Chi Wenyan looked at her fragile and helpless appearance, and his heart seemed to be tightened by something.

He reached out and gently wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

His voice was soft, but it was filled with undeniable determination.

"Don't judge yourself before the matter is fully investigated. Believe me."

Ji Wan looked into his deep eyes, and her chaotic mood calmed down a little.

Yes, Chi Wenyan is here, he will always find a way.

But even so, the heavy feeling of guilt still weighs on my heart and cannot be shaken off.

late at night.

Ji Wan curled up on the soft big bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

I finally fell asleep, but my dreams were stained with a strong blood color.

She dreamed of a blurry baby, covered in blood, stretching out its little hands and silently accusing.

"ah."

Ji Wan suddenly woke up from a nightmare, with fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

She was gasping for breath, her heart pounding.

The night outside the window was as thick as ink, and the room was so quiet that the only sound I could hear was my own heartbeat.

That bloody nightmare was engraved in her mind like a brand.

At this moment, the phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.

An unfamiliar number appeared on the screen.

Ji Wan hesitated for a moment, but still answered the call.

A weak but strangely penetrating female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Ji Wan."

It’s He Wanqing.

Her voice sounded tired and hoarse from surgery.

Ji Wan's heart suddenly tightened, and the fingers holding the phone tightened slightly.

"Miss He, how is your health?"

"Heh." He Wanqing laughed softly, with a hint of inexplicable meaning in her laughter. "Are you... feeling very proud now?"

Ji Wan's breath was caught in his throat.

"I don't."

"No?" He Wanqing's voice suddenly rose a few notches, with a hint of sharpness. "If it weren't for you, how could my child be gone? That's the Zhou family's child, the child his father has been waiting for for so long!"

Her voice was filled with grief and accusation, and every word pierced Ji Wan's heart like a needle.

"I, I didn't mean it."

Ji Wan's voice was dry and his excuses seemed weak and powerless.

"Not on purpose?"

He Wanqing's voice dropped again, with a heartbreaking fragility.

"But the child is gone, Ji Wan. It was a little life. How can I face him in the future? How can I face myself?"

She did not cry hysterically, but just kept repeating the pain of losing her child in an almost pleading tone.

This silent accusation made Ji Wan feel more suffocated than any fierce accusation.

"sorry."

Ji Wan's voice was low and hoarse, filled with deep apology.

"What's the use of saying sorry?" He Wanqing sighed faintly, "The child can't come back, Ji Wan, whether you did it on purpose or not, my child is gone. I'm alone in the hospital now, and there's no one around to talk to."

Her voice became lower and lower, filled with loneliness and helplessness.

Ji Wan was silent, listening to the faint sobbing on the other end of the phone, and the guilt in her heart overwhelmed her like a tide.

That bloody nightmare appeared before my eyes again.

She owed He Wanqing a child.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Wan sat on the bed and didn't move for a long time.

The sky was turning pale.

She took a deep breath, threw back the quilt, and got out of bed.

Wash up and change clothes.

She picked up her phone and sent a message to Chi Wenyan, telling him that she was going out for a while.

Then she walked out of the hotel room.

She is going to the hospital.

She is going to take care of He Wanqing.

Perhaps, only in this way can she slightly alleviate the heavy sense of guilt in her heart.

The unique smell of hospital disinfectant filled the air, cold and pungent.

Ji Wan stood at the door of the ward, his palms slightly sweating.

She pushed the door open, moving gently.

The light in the ward was soft. He Wanqing was lying on the bed, her face as pale as a piece of paper and her lips were chapped.

She closed her eyes, but her brows were slightly furrowed, and she seemed to be sleeping uneasy.

Hearing the noise, He Wanqing slowly opened her eyes and her gaze fell on Ji Wan, empty yet with a hint of inquiry.

"You're here." Her voice was still weak, but a little more distant than on the phone.

Ji Wan walked to the bed and placed the thermos he brought on the bedside table.

"I brought you some soup."

He Wanqing's eyes swept across the thermos, and a barely perceptible arc appeared at the corner of her mouth, as if in mockery.

"Thank you for your trouble."

Ji Wan pulled out a chair next to him and sat down. The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a moment.

"How do you feel?"

"I can't die."

He Wanqing uttered three words lightly and turned her gaze to the window, where there was a gray sky.

Ji Wan's heart sank again.

This indifference made her feel more uncomfortable than fierce accusations.

Just then, the ward door was suddenly pushed open.

A well-dressed, gloomy-looking middle-aged man walked in, followed by two bodyguard-like followers.

It was Zhou Shenghong, the father of He Wanqing's unborn child.

When he saw Ji Wan, his brows furrowed even tighter and his eyes became as sharp as a knife.

"Why are you here?"

Zhou Shenghong's voice was low and carried an unquestionable pressure.

Ji Wan stood up, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I came to see Miss He."

Zhou Shenghong snorted coldly and turned his gaze to He Wanqing lying on the hospital bed. There was no warmth in his eyes, but instead they were full of scrutiny and impatience.

"You don't even take good care of your health, and you still have the energy to meet strangers?"

He Wanqing's face turned paler in an instant, and her fingers clenched the sheets tightly.

"Sheng Hong, I..."

"Okay."

Zhou Shenghong interrupted her impatiently.

"My business has been going downhill recently, and several major projects have run into problems. Do you know what people outside are saying?"

He approached the bed, his voice low but chilling.

"They said that I had a child in my old age, which should have been a blessing, but you were unlucky enough to lose him, which affected my fortune. They also said that the unborn child was too resentful and was haunting me."

He Wanqing's body trembled slightly and her eyes turned red.