He Ming said expressionlessly, "Don't play tricks."
"I didn't..." Jiang Wanyan swallowed the rest of her words. There was no warmth in He Ming's eyes.
She lowered her head, her tears mixed with the rain. The warm tears were no match for the cold rain, and disappeared in an instant.
Jiang Wanyan felt a tingling pain in her heart. After marrying into the He family, she was often bullied, but she endured it and never shed a tear. But today, under the rain, she seemed to want to vent everything.
Her vision went dark for a while, and Jiang Wanyan heard hurried footsteps. Someone blocked the rain for her. She saw the old man standing in front of her and hitting He Ming with his cane.
"You little bastard! Do you know what you are doing?"
He Ming didn't dodge or evade, and said: "Grandpa, you don't know what she did, this is what she deserves!"
The old man didn't listen to his explanation. He turned around and helped Jiang Wanyan up. The housekeeper beside him also hurried to help Jiang Wanyan up.
The old man said distressedly: "Quick! Send Yanyan to the hospital!"
Jiang Wanyan's legs were numb, and she was practically being dragged away. She got into the car. The old man who was following her on the side had red eyes and asked angrily, "Why didn't you send someone to tell me?"
Jiang Wanyan gave a bitter smile. No one in the He family listened to her. She weakly comforted the old man, "Grandpa, I'm fine. I'm just a little cold."
The old man hesitated and turned to the driver, shouting, "Drive faster!"
Jiang Wanyan felt warm in her heart. She laughed and said, "Grandpa, it's just a little rain. There's no need to go to the hospital."
The old man looked ahead and kept urging the driver.
Jiang Wanyan fainted before she even entered the hospital.
When she woke up again, Jiang Wanyan's nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and she could vaguely hear conversation outside the door.
Jiang Wanyan was lying on the hospital bed. She had been awake for a while, and the conversation outside the ward continued.
She kept her eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling until the conversation outside the ward ended.
The old man pushed the door open and came in. He looked at her for a long time, sighed deeply, and said helplessly: "Yan Yan, maybe if you have a child, everything will be fine. I can help you."
Jiang Wanyan understood what the old man meant and lowered her eyes slightly, "No."
Forcing him to have a child with her would only make the situation worse.
As if she had made up her mind, she looked at the old man seriously and said word by word, "Grandpa, I want a divorce."
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