Thump!

The sound of bones hitting the wall was extremely clear.

Zhang Qin groaned, forced to look up at Ye Ningwan, his gaze broken and carrying a hint of being abused.

He said in a hoarse voice.

"Just tell me what you want to ask. There's no need to treat me like this. I will tell you everything without missing a single word."

Ye Ning asked in the evening.

"Are you really that kind?"

Zhang Qin chuckled, glanced at Pei Minghan lying on the hospital bed, and said in a hoarse voice to Ye Ningwan.

"If I tell you the whole truth, you'll cure the young master's illness, how about it?"

Ye Ningwan squinted at Zhang Qin, seemingly pondering the suggestion Zhang Qin had made.

Zhang Qin chuckled confidently.

"Ninth Madam, you definitely won't lose out if you make a deal with me. If I'm not mistaken, you want to find the biological father of your two children, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ningwan's eyes grew even colder.

She suddenly tightened her fingers, pressing Zhang Qin, who was trying to approach her, back against the wall with a force that was almost fatal.

"Zhang Qin, did I give you permission to negotiate with me?"

Zhang Qin let out a painful groan, leaned against the wall, tilted his head back, and his lips turned slightly purple from suffocation.

He said calmly.

“Miss Ye, I arranged that incident all along, including the person who contacted Ye Ruoxin. The First Madam doesn’t actually know all the details. I’m a cautious person, and once I do something, I always keep track of its results and follow-ups.”

"Besides, you are the young master's former fiancée, how can I not be more cautious?"