Chapter 237 Extremely Dangerous

He deliberately dragged out his words, his voice flippant and dangerous, "Afraid your husband will find out about us?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "thing" slowly and heavily, as if he were chewing on some nauseating sweetness, each word drilling into her ears and striking the most unbearable corner of her heart.

Qiao Wanyin felt a churning in her stomach, as if countless hands were stirring her internal organs. A sour feeling welled up in her throat, and she bit her lip hard to suppress the nausea that was about to burst out of her mouth. She almost vomited on the spot.

“Aqing.”

He suddenly adopted a regretful tone, sighed, but his fingers still gripped the crumpled piece of paper, gently and repeatedly stroking its surface, as if handling some crucial evidence. "Look," he said, "it's written clearly in black and white—you must return to Hong Kong with me within a month. Several days have already passed; how long do you intend to drag this out? Do you think I'd just wait for you to give me a chance out of pity?"

Just as Qiao Wanyin was about to speak in defense, Fang Wanyu suddenly interrupted, her voice sweet and cloying, like a honey-coated knife stabbing straight at her: "Since Mr. Lin has come in person, why don't you speak frankly in front of Commander Fu?"

A fake smile played on her lips, her eyes gleaming with sarcasm, her words dripping with sarcasm: "Sister Wanyin, you seem to be in such a hurry to get rid of you, your tone tense and your expression flustered. Could it be... that you're really hiding something shady? Or perhaps you have something to hide and are afraid of being found out?"

A glint flashed in Zhang Jianshe's eyes, like the excitement of a hunter finally seeing his prey step into a trap.

He turned his head and looked directly at Song Yazhi, who was standing to the side: "Mrs. Fu, what do you think? Should we ask her about this in person?"

Song Yazhi's face instantly turned ashen, her eyes blazing with fury.

She snatched the paper, her fingers digging so hard her knuckles turned white, her voice as cold as ice: "Of course we need to make this clear! Who is my son, and who is my daughter-in-law? I want to see what this woman my son married has been up to behind his back! Does she dare to explain herself in front of everyone!"

"no!"

Qiao Wanyin suddenly raised her voice, her voice trembling as if it were being torn apart, "Li An is still in the intensive care unit! He's just out of danger, any emotional fluctuation could trigger arrhythmia! You can't go! Zhang Jianshe, you can't go in now!"

"Oh, feeling guilty?"

Fang Wanyu raised her eyebrows triumphantly, her lips curling up even higher, as if she had finally found the flaw she wanted to exploit.

She affectionately hooked her arm around Zhang Jianshe's, her fingertips lightly tracing his sleeve, a gesture both ambiguous and provocative. "Mr. Lin, since Commander Fu is the one in question, why don't I take you to see him? He has the right to know the truth, doesn't he?"

Zhang Jianshe smiled slightly, his eyes unfathomable, and nodded: "Then I'll have to trouble this young lady."

After saying that, he lifted his foot and walked into the hospital, his steps steady and without hesitation.

Fang Wanyu followed closely behind, a victorious smile on her lips.

Song Yazhi quickly followed, clutching the paper in her hand as if it were a warrant for judgment.

Qiao Wanyin rushed forward, her whole body like a shadow leaping out of the wind, spreading her arms wide and blocking the three people's way.

"stop!"

Her voice trembled, almost breaking into a sob, her eyes already red, tears welling up but she stubbornly held them back. "Zhang Jianshe, don't go too far! If you go in now, and Li An gets agitated, can you bear the consequences?"

"Too much?"

He sneered, his gaze sweeping across her face like a knife. "Aqing, paying back debts is a matter of course. Don't you understand that? Besides..."

He waved the piece of paper in his hand, the paper making soft "slap" sounds in the air, like silent slaps. "What's written here isn't just about money. How long do you think you can hide?"

Song Yazhi pushed him suddenly, with a force that came out of nowhere.

Caught off guard, Qiao Wanyin staggered back several steps, her back slamming heavily against the corridor wall with a dull thud.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp, intense pain shot through her abdomen, as if someone had stabbed her inside with a knife.

She instinctively clutched her lower abdomen, cold sweat pouring down her forehead, her legs going weak, and she almost collapsed to her knees.

She gritted her teeth and watched through her blurry vision as the three figures in front of her drew closer and closer, their steps firm and unwavering.

The autumn wind swept in through the open hospital doors, carrying a biting chill. It tousled her long hair, the strands whipping her cheeks like lashes, feeling as cold as knives cutting into her skin.

She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and her throat was filled with the taste of blood.

We must not fall, we absolutely must not fall.

She staggered to her feet, dragging her aching abdomen, and chased after him inch by inch.

No matter what, she had to protect Li An.

Even if it costs me my life, I can't let those people go in and destroy him.

The silhouettes of the three people ahead, stretched thin and long under the hospital's stark white lights, resembled three dark shadows approaching the ward door step by step.

That silhouette stung her eyes, and her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, making it hard to breathe.

The nurses at the nurses' station peeked out, their eyes filled with worry. Some even stood up, wanting to step forward and stop them.

But the moment Song Yazhi glared at them coldly, everyone shrank back, and no one dared to move.

The corridor fell silent again, with only the sound of her footsteps echoing on the cold ground.

Hearing the noise, he slowly raised his head, his movements slow and heavy, as if every slight movement was causing him pain all over his body.

His eyes were initially blank, as if he had not yet fully recovered from his stupor.

His gaze slowly swept over his mother standing by the bed, her face full of wrinkles and anxiety, but he didn't linger on her for long.

His gaze continued forward, sweeping over everyone in the room inch by inch, until it finally landed on Zhang Jianshe's face, which seemed innocent but actually concealed a sinister smile.

At that very moment, his pupils suddenly contracted as if scorched by flames, and a sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had sensed something extremely dangerous.

"Li An!"

When Qiao Wanyin saw that he finally reacted, her heart tightened, and she could no longer care about anything else. She rushed over immediately, her steps hurried, almost staggering.

Just as she was about to reach the hospital bed, Fang Wanyu suddenly stepped to the side to block her, and "casually" stretched out her leg. The movement was subtle yet precise. Qiao Wanyin cried out "Ouch!" and fell forward. Fortunately, she instinctively braced herself against the wall with her hands, so she didn't actually fall to the ground.

"Oh dear, Sister Wanyin, slow down, slow down!"

Fang Wanyu immediately feigned a panicked expression and rushed forward to support her, saying, "Please don't panic. You're pregnant. What if you hurt your back and harm the baby?"

Her tone was gentle and considerate, sounding like she genuinely cared, but the strength with which she held Qiao Wanyin's hands was...