Chapter 19 Xie Peizhou's Daughter
Xie Peizhou didn't expect to see Wen Ci, "Why are you here?"
Wen Ci felt a chill down her spine when she heard his cold voice. "Ask Uncle Lu for help."
Xie Peizhou frowned, "What favor? Why are you looking for him instead of me?"
Lu Bingchen chuckled and patted Wen Ci's shoulder, "Don't be jealous, there's nothing wrong between Wen Xiaoci and me."
"Right, Xiaoci?"
Wen Ci looked at him in surprise.
How dare Lu Bingchen make such a joke?
Will Xie Peizhou be jealous of her?
How is that possible?
Lu Bingchen put his arm around Xie Peizhou's shoulders and walked towards the clinic. "I'll leave the desk to you. I have to help your uncle with psychological relief."
With a "bang", the door of the treatment room closed gently.
Wen Ci looked at the closed door.
What Lu Bingchen had just said was still on his mind. Xie Peizhou was very ill. He suffered from insomnia and couldn't sleep for whole nights... Was he lovesick?
How could he be lovesick?
Aren’t he and Song Wanqing getting married soon?
Wen Ci suddenly felt that Lu Bingchen had changed a lot in the past five years. The man who used to be so gentle and reliable, now it was hard to tell which of his serious words were true and which were jokes.
Curiosity and worry can't be suppressed.
Wen Ci took a deep breath, walked lightly, and gently put her ear against the door of the clinic.
Separated by a wall.
Inside, Xie Peizhou lay tiredly and skillfully on the massage chair in the treatment room, and Lu Bingchen lit sandalwood to calm his mind and relax his nerves.
The conversation was in a calm, professional tone.
Lu Bingchen asked, "What have you been thinking about at night lately?"
Xie Peizhou closed his eyes and uttered two words in a low and tired voice, "Wen Ci".
Every time late at night, the owner of that name would haunt him like a ghost, dragging him down to hell. Then, she would lightly pull away, looking obedient and distant, and say, "Uncle, in my heart, you have always been the elder I respect and appreciate the most. I wish you and Song Wanqing a happy wedding. I have completely let you go. I also have a child with another man and have a brand new life..."
Every time he thought of this, he felt like a person who couldn't swim drowning in a bottomless ocean. Anxiety, fear, terror, heartache and all kinds of negative emotions enveloped him, with no hope of survival.
Lu Bingchen asked, "I heard that you and Song Wanqing are getting married. There are rumors online that you have already had a premarital medical examination and taken wedding photos?"
Xie Peizhou still had his eyes closed, but his brows furrowed a little. "No, it's because of my dad. He only has less than three months left, and his unfulfilled wish is to see me get married and have children. He suffers every day, and I don't want him to die with regrets, so Song Wanqing and I acted out a play in the hospital ward for him to watch."
As he said this, Xie Peizhou felt a dull but non-fatal ant-biting sensation in his heart.
He said bitterly, "I ran into Wen Ci at the hospital that day. I sent her back to the office building. She actually wished me a happy marriage with a sincere look on her face... Haha, I was wrong. Her feelings for me are not deep at all. Maybe she forgot about me as soon as she left the country. I only found out a few days ago that she had kept it a secret from me for five years and that she is already the mother of a four-year-old daughter..."
"The mother of a four-year-old?!"
Lu Bingchen was full of surprise. He had no idea that Wen Ci already had a child, a four-year-old!
etc!
Lu Bingchen's heart skipped a beat, and an idea suddenly occurred to him, "You said the child is four years old. The human gestational period is ten months. Is it possible that the child Wen Ci gave birth to is yours?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Xie Peizhou, who was lying on the massage chair, sat up suddenly and looked at Lu Bingchen in shock with his black eyes.
Lu Bingchen: "Calculating the time, it is very likely..."
Xie Peizhou jumped up and rushed to the door of the clinic, pushed it open and rushed into the office, "Wen Ci!"
Lu Bingchen didn't expect Xie Peizhou to react so strongly. When he walked to the office door, he saw that the room was empty and the messy desk had been tidied up.
There was a note on the table with beautiful handwriting.
"Uncle Lu, I have something urgent to do so I have to leave first. Thank you so much for today. I will definitely treat you to a meal someday when I have time! - Wen Xiaoci (smiley face)"
Xie Peizhou snatched the note and his dark eyes swept over himself on it.
His stern face frowned.
When leaving a note for him, why didn’t you draw a smiley face and a wavy line?
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A teahouse.
"Miss Wen, you're here."
Wen Ci looked indifferent as she sat down opposite Madam Song and Song Weiran. "What did you two want to discuss with me?"
"mom……"
Song Weiran gently pushed her mother next to her, signaling her mother to speak for her.
She didn't expect that Wen Ci had the ability to find Director Yu Zheng, and even make Director Yu Zheng believe her, hold a press conference to interrupt the project, and permanently blacklist her from the film industry.
Not only that, she consulted a lawyer and knew that if Wen Ci insisted on sue, she would face three years in prison.
Mrs. Song sighed and looked at Wen Ci: "Miss Wen, ever since your parents died in a car accident, you have been staying at the Xie family. You can say that you have been receiving the Xie family's kindness for many years. Peizhou has been taking care of you most of the time, right? I still remember one year, Peizhou almost lost his life because of you, and he stayed in the ICU for nearly half a month before he recovered."
Wen Ci's face suddenly turned pale.
The experience of Xie Peizhou being admitted to the ICU ward to save her was subconsciously blocked by her.
Every time she mentioned it, she felt cold all over.
It was the summer vacation of her second year in high school. Xie Peizhou took her and Yiyi to see a movie. Yiyi suddenly had a stomachache, so Xie Peizhou accompanied her to find a bathroom and let her go in first to find a seat.
But not long after they entered, the theater caught fire and all the guests fled towards the exit.
She was pushed to the ground, and at the same time a huge shadow lamp fell down on her head.
At that time, she thought she was going to die, but Xie Peizhou grabbed her before the god of death and held her tightly in his arms.
All she heard was the dull thud of two heavy objects hitting flesh and bones.
When he came to his senses, the medical staff and rescue team arrived and carried Xie Peizhou, whose back was smashed and bloody, onto a stretcher. They said, "With injuries like this, he's probably dead."
She knelt on the ground, looking at the unconscious Xie Peizhou with tears on her face, wishing she was the one who died.
"You should also understand that my Wanqing and Peizhou's wedding is approaching, and soon we will all be a family. Xiaoran is Peizhou's biological sister-in-law. I know Xiaoran was wrong to steal the script. Auntie hopes you can forgive Xiaoran this time."
Mrs. Song pushed a letter of apology in front of her.
"You should consider this as a way of repaying Peizhou for his years of care. Or, how about you consider this as a wedding gift for your uncle?"
Wen Ci took a deep breath and forced herself to pull herself out of that horrible experience.
She looked at Song Weiran and her son coldly, "Mrs. Song, I know I owe the Xie family and my uncle a debt that I will never be able to repay in my lifetime."
"But Xie Peizhou is Xie Peizhou, and you are you. I don't owe you anything. Song Weiran has repeatedly provoked me and targeted me. If she dares to do something that violates the rules, she should bear the consequences of going to jail."
"I won't sign this letter of understanding. You guys take care of yourself."
As she walked out of the box, she heard Madam Song's disgusted curse: "You heartless little bastard! No wonder you killed your parents at such a young age and weren't welcomed by Peizhou. As soon as you became an adult, you were sent abroad like a hot potato. Out of sight, out of mind..."
Wen Ci tightened her grip on the bag, took a deep breath, and walked into the elevator with her back straight.
After all the trouble, it was already afternoon when Wen Ci returned to the apartment.
Very tired and annoyed.
Enter and close the door.
Wen Ci kicked off her high heels in anger, walked barefoot towards the living room, threw her bag on the sofa with a sour face, and wanted to go to the refrigerator to get an ice drink.
Unexpectedly, the bag I threw out hit someone with a "bang".
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