"Um."

Qin Beiming glanced at his wristwatch and saw that it was almost two o'clock, so he was eager to go back quickly.

If it had been any later, it would have been considered staying out all night.

Seeing this, Lu Jinjiu shook his head helplessly and muttered to himself:

"A man's words are deceitful. He just said that even if people knelt down and begged him, he would never go back. But now, he's running back all by himself."

"What did you say?"

"nothing."

Faced with Qin Beiming's formidable presence, Lu Jinjiu dared not speak to his face, and could only offer a sheepish smile.

...

When Qin Beiming rushed back to No. 3 Taoli Street, he saw the lights in the living room were on and immediately became wary.

He was wondering if Ling Mo would be waiting for him in the living room when, in the next moment, she appeared before him in her fluffy bunny ear slippers.

Qin Beiming forced himself to remain calm and, before she could speak, gave her some instructions:

"I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk..."

"Coincidentally, I can't sleep either."

In fact, Ling Mo was simply awakened by the message sent by Lu Jinjiu.

Half-asleep, she saw the video Lu Jinjiu sent her, which fully woke her up.

After repeatedly watching Qin Beiming's dejected expression in the video, Ling Mo finally softened.

She was about to explain to him that she had never disliked his illness.

He suddenly turned and locked her in the corner.

The cramped space suddenly became hot due to his rapid breathing.

After a moment's hesitation, he suddenly leaned down, whispered in her ear:

"Mo... there's something I need to tell you."

"Have you been drinking?"

Upon smelling the strong smell of alcohol on him, Ling Mojun's handsome brows furrowed involuntarily.

"Um."

Qin Beiming responded in a deep voice, gently pressing Ling Mo's shoulder. After a long pause, he said in a low voice:

"My illness might not be cured. I've been a burden to you lately. If you want to leave..."

"It stinks! Go take a shower."

Ling Mo interrupted him directly, grabbed his collar, and dragged him into the bathroom.

Distracted by her words, and with the effects of the alcohol slowly building up, Qin Beiming forgot what he wanted to say. He just looked at her with longing eyes and asked pitifully:

"I don't have the energy. Why don't you help me wash?"

"Really can't muster the energy?"

"Um."

Qin Beiming nodded, closed the door behind him, and then pulled her tightly into his arms. "Will you help me wash?"

"..."

Ling Mo tried to push him away, but found that his arm strength was astonishing, completely contrary to his claim that he "couldn't muster any strength".

Thinking of how melancholy Lu Jinjiu looked in the video he sent, even though she realized he was just pretending to be drunk, Ling Mo didn't refuse him, but nodded gently:

"Wash your face and go to sleep."

When Qin Beiming saw Ling Mo nod, he assumed she had agreed to help him take a bath, and he was overjoyed.

However, the corners of his lips, which had been wildly raised, disappeared at a visible speed after hearing what Ling Mo said.

"I smell bad too."

Qin Beiming sniffed the smell of alcohol on himself and said stubbornly.

"Why don't you wash it yourself?"

Ling Mo ignored his words and was about to hand the towel to him.

"I'm drunk, I have no energy."

Qin Beiming said this, then bent down obediently, leaned close to Ling Mo, and said in a low voice:

"Help me wash my face."

"Why did you drink so much? Aren't you feeling unwell?"

Ling Mo looked at Qin Beiming, whose face was full of grievances, and patiently wiped his face.

Qin Beiming stared intently at her with his deep eyes. Seeing that she remained as calm and composed as ever, he said with slight displeasure:

"You heartless wretch, how dare you ask such a question?"

"So, you think I'm playing hard to get, always keeping you hanging on, making you anxious and restless?"

"A little bit."

Qin Beiming nodded, but as soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was amiss and hurriedly hugged her.

"Mo, I know I was wrong. Although I haven't figured out what I did wrong yet, you have to believe me, I will change. Please don't be angry with me anymore, okay?"

"Um."

"Is this your answer? That's far too perfunctory." Qin Beiming pouted in dissatisfaction. "Mo, I drank a lot tonight, my head is about to explode, can't you feel sorry for me?"

"Does your head hurt? I'll go get you some medicine. Go take a shower first."

Fearing that the alcohol would cause him to relapse, Ling Mo pushed him into the shower and then hurriedly went back to his room to get some hangover medicine.

"good."

Qin Beiming obediently responded, but then leaned against the sink, clutching one of Ling Mo's slippers, and fell into a deep sleep.

When Ling Mo turned back and saw him like this, her heart softened completely.

After she mustered all her strength to carry him back to the bedroom, the image of Qin Beiming dejectedly saying that he didn't have long to live and didn't want to be a burden to her was still in her mind.

She rarely saw his negative side, and hearing his heartfelt words today made her feel extremely distressed.

At this moment, she stopped worrying about whether he had ulterior motives when he first approached her. Following her heart might make things easier for both of them.

Of course, she was willing to take the plunge if Mr. Smith's suggestion was feasible. However, all of this was contingent on not harming the child.

...

The next day, at the Zhan family's old residence.

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