Chapter 374 Calm Down

"Sheng Hong, it was just an accident."

"Accident?"

Zhou Shenghong suddenly raised his voice and pointed at He Wanqing.

"I think your destiny is too bad. You are not blessed enough to give me a son. The master said that not only did you fail to protect my son, you also brought bad luck to me."

His words were like poisoned knives, stabbing into He Wanqing's heart.

He Wanqing suddenly turned her head and looked at Ji Wan with tears in her eyes, the resentment in her eyes almost overflowing.

"Ji Wan, it's all your fault. You've ruined me, you've ruined my child, and now even Sheng Hong doesn't want me anymore."

She suddenly became agitated and struggled to sit up.

"You ruined everything for me."

Ji Wan was so shocked by the sudden accusation and resentment that he took a step back, his face pale.

Zhou Shenghong watched all this coldly, without any intention of stopping it. Instead, a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

He seemed happy to see He Wanqing pass her pain on to others.

Seeing this, Ji Wan felt very uncomfortable, but he also spoke to comfort her, "Ms. He, calm down."

"Calm down? How can I calm down?!"

He Wanqing screamed hysterically, tears streaming down her face.

"I lost my child and my support because of you."

Zhou Shenghong waved his hand impatiently.

"Okay, have you had enough of this? It's bad luck."

He turned and left, leaving the room filled with coldness and despair.

He Wanqing collapsed on the bed, crying bitterly. Her cries were full of helplessness and resentment, and each cry struck Ji Wan's heart.

Ji Wan stood there, his hands and feet cold.

She looked at the crying He Wanqing and Zhou Shenghong's cold face, and the guilt in her heart was replaced by a more complicated emotion.

Things didn't seem as simple as she thought.

On the other side, in the hotel suite.

Chi Wenyan looked at the message sent by Ji Wan on his phone and frowned slightly.

Ji Wan has been in a bad state these days.

Although she tried hard to act indifferent, he could notice her tossing and turning late at night, and the fatigue and fear in her eyes that could not be concealed when she woke up in the morning.

He dialed a number.

"Doctor Chen, it's me."

A gentle and steady voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Boss Chi, how can I help you?"

"My girlfriend has had poor sleep quality recently, often has nightmares, and is a little depressed."

Chi Wenyan's voice was low.

"What's the specific situation?"

He briefly described Ji Wan's condition, omitting the specific events, and only said that she seemed to have a strong sense of guilt because of something.

Doctor Chen was silent for a moment.

"Mr. Chi, from your description, Miss Ji may be suffering from a mood disorder caused by excessive psychological stress. Medication can help improve sleep, but its effect is limited. A heart disease requires a heart medicine, and the person who caused it must be found. Finding the root cause of her distress and freeing her from that guilt is the most important thing."

Chi Wenyan hung up the phone and looked out the window with deep eyes.

Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine.

The root cause is He Wanqing.

He took out his cell phone and dialed another number.

"Go check who Zhou Shenghong had contact with before and after He Wanqing's miscarriage, especially those so-called masters."

It's time to settle some accounts.

He would not let his girl bear the blame that did not belong to her.

The smell of hospital disinfectant is still pungent.

Chi Wenyan stood outside He Wanqing's ward, with a layer of frost between his handsome brows.

He rarely took the initiative to set foot in such a place full of fragility and pain, especially for a woman he had no feelings for.

But when he thought of Ji Wan's pale little face and her silent sobbing at night, the irritation in his heart overwhelmed the disgust.

A hand with distinct finger bones pushed open the ward door.

There was an air of decadence in the room.

He Wanqing leaned back on the hospital bed, her face pale and her eyes staring at the ceiling empty. There was no trace of her previous hysteria, only dead silence.

When she heard the door open, she rolled her eyes numbly.

When she saw that the person coming was Chi Wenyan, a faint light flashed in her empty eyes, then dimmed and even took on a hint of sarcasm.

Chi Wenyan walked to the bedside and looked down at her, his voice lacking any warmth.

"Ms. He."

He Wanqing pulled the corners of her mouth and her voice was hoarse.

"Mr. Chi, are you here to see me make a fool of myself? Or are you here to confirm whether I'm dead or not on behalf of your good girlfriend?"

Chi Wenyan's eyes were gloomy and he ignored her sarcasm.

"Make an offer."

His tone was flat, as if he was discussing an insignificant business deal.

He Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then she laughed softly as if she had heard a huge joke, her shoulders shaking slightly.

"Conditions? Mr. Chi, what conditions do I have to negotiate with you now? My only bargaining chip, that child, has been killed by Ji Wan."

She looked up suddenly, and resentment rekindled in her eyes.

Chi Wenyan had no expression on his face.

"Don't bother Ji Wan with this matter anymore. I can give you a sum of money, or other resources you want, enough for you to have a comfortable life for the rest of your life, or even make a comeback."

His voice was cold and contained an unquestionable certainty.

He Wanqing stared at him blankly, as if digesting his words.

Money? Resources?

This is indeed a life-saving straw for her now.

Zhou Shenghong has completely given up on her.

All her hopes were shattered.

She looked at the man in front of her, handsome, noble, yet so cold and ruthless.

He did it just for Ji Wan.

To make the woman feel at ease.

Why?

Why can Ji Wan get everything, but she ends up like this?

A twisted feeling of unwillingness spread in her heart.

"Mr. Chi is truly affectionate and loyal."

Her tone was strange, with a subtle hint of sarcasm.

"For Ji Wan, you are willing to lower yourself."

Chi Wenyan's patience was running out and his brows were furrowed.

"Agree or not."

Just at this moment, the door of the ward was gently pushed open a crack.

Ji Wan was standing outside the door, holding a thermos bucket in her hand, which contained the porridge she had hesitated for a long time before deciding to bring.

She was worried about He Wanqing. Even though she was accused and resented like that, the guilt in her heart had not dissipated.

But as soon as she reached the door, she heard a conversation coming from inside.

It was Chi Wenyan's voice, cold but clear.

"I can give you a sum of money, or other resources you desire, enough to provide you with comfortable food and clothing for the rest of your life, or even to make a comeback."

Ji Wan's heart sank suddenly.

She couldn't hear the previous words clearly, and only caught this promise with a sense of compensation.

Is he negotiating terms with He Wanqing?

Was it because of the child she had aborted?

So, he also felt sorry for He Wanqing? Did he feel he owed her something?

Then, she heard He Wanqing's mocking words.

"For Ji Wan, you are willing to lower yourself."

Ji Wan's blood seemed to freeze instantly.

Is it for her?

No, it sounded more like he had to compensate He Wanqing because of himself.