Wen Xue's fingertips trembled, and she gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, a tsunami raging in her heart!

Qiao Wanwan touched her neck curiously. "What's wrong?"

Zhan Jingting looked closely, coughed lightly, and said, "Go put on a scarf."

Qiao Wanwan suddenly realized what was happening, her face turning red to her ears, and she hurriedly rushed upstairs!

Zhan Yin laughed until his stomach hurt.

Qiao Wanwan went to the master bedroom, rushed into the bathroom to look in the mirror, and her eyes widened immediately.

She was wearing a thin, low-cut sweater, and her neck was covered with hickeys left by Zhan Jingting last night, some deep and some shallow!

Qiao Wanwan recalled Zhan Yin's expression just now and wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!

She changed into a turtleneck sweater and wanted to go downstairs, but felt a little embarrassed.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Zhan Jingting wheeled himself in.

Qiao Wanwan immediately buried her head in the cushion!

Zhan Jingting locked the door, got up, went over and hugged her. "Are you shy?"

"What do you think!" Qiao Wanwan glared at him angrily. "You didn't even tell me!"

"I was in such a rush when I got up that I didn't notice you were already wearing your coat. It's my fault." Zhan Jingting kissed her flushed cheeks. "We're husband and wife, this kind of thing is normal."

"But no one can see that!"

"You can't see it now."

Qiao Wanwan nestled into his arms, "Are you really going to send your mother away?"

"If we don't teach her a lesson, she'll only get worse. Wanwan, you don't need to worry about this."

"But I'm worried it will backfire. She didn't like me to begin with, and now that things have turned out like this, what if she likes me even less?"

“The person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with is me, not her, so whether she likes you or not is not important.” Zhan Jingting touched her face. “If she likes you, you can call her Mom; if she doesn’t, you can just call her Mrs. Zhan. It won’t affect our lives at all.”

Qiao Wanwan smiled and said, "Jingting, thank you. I know you've always been biased towards me between me and your mother."

"It's what I should do, you don't need to thank me."

Qiao Wanwan took a deep breath. "Has Zhan Yin left?"

"No."

"Then I won't go downstairs, he'll definitely laugh at me."

"He wouldn't dare."

"Then you really don't understand him at all."

"......"

Downstairs, Zhan Yin looked at the pale-faced Eleven on the bed, his heart aching. "He really is my uncle's son; he even inherited the illness..."

Wen Xue stood to the side, her expression not very pleasant.

Zhan Yin collected his thoughts and turned to look at her. "It's been a few years since we last saw each other, hasn't it?"

Wen Xue smiled and said, "Yes, the last time was several years ago, at a banquet. You were still a high school student back then."

Zhan Yin crossed his arms and said, "You've got some nerve, daring to secretly give birth to my uncle's child."

Wen Xue looked at Eleven on the bed with a sad expression. "Actually, I did think about aborting him back then. If the doctor hadn't said that I wouldn't be able to have children in the future, I probably wouldn't have kept him."

"Who doesn't want their child to grow up in a happy and healthy family? By keeping him, I've destined him to never have a complete family."

"Zhan Yin, I might really have been wrong. If I had known he would suffer like this, I shouldn't have given birth to him in the first place..."

"It's too late to say all this now. Eleven is adorable. He should have come into this world and lived a happy life."

“But it’s his genetic disease…” Wen Xue covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from crying out loud, but tears still streamed down her face.

"What's the use of crying? We should think of a way to treat him properly."

“Of course.” Wen Xue wiped away her tears. “Speaking of which, I actually have something to discuss with Jing Ting.”

"Let's go then, I'll listen too. After all, I'm also a medical student, maybe I can be of help."

When Qiao Wanwan came downstairs, Zhan Yin was looking at her with a mysterious gaze.

She glared at him, but to her surprise, he became even more arrogant and pointed to his neck as if to imply something!

Qiao Wanwan wished she could beat him up right then and there!

“Jingting,” Wen Xue said, “I consulted a friend who said that if we could find the Ghost Hand Doctor, there might be hope to cure you and Eleven.”

Qiao Wanwan calmly drank her water without saying a word.

Zhan Jingting said calmly, "If you can find out the information, why can't I? The Ghost Hand Doctor treated me back then, but then he disappeared without a trace. I've been looking for him all these years, but to no avail."

Wen Xue's hard-won hope was shattered again. "How could this happen..."

Zhan Yin sighed, "If even my uncle can't find him, then no one else can."

“With Wanwan here, the pain of Eleven’s illness can be alleviated. We’ll just keep looking for other solutions.” Zhan Jingting held Qiao Wanwan’s hand. “If this disease were so easy to cure, my grandfather and father wouldn’t have died. So no one should put too much pressure on themselves.”

Qiao Wanwan knew these words were meant for her, so she nodded and said, "Yes, live in the moment, do your best and leave the rest to fate."

That's exactly the point.

Looking at their intertwined hands, Wen Xue suppressed the heaving of her chest and gritted her teeth, saying unwillingly, "How can we live in the moment? You are so happy, of course you can live in the moment, but I can't. Eleven is still so young. From now on, the pain and torment he and I will have to endure are unimaginable to you. Do you understand?"

Qiao Wanwan said, "Miss Wen, I understand how you feel, but right now we must adjust our mindset in order to take good care of Eleven."

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