"Stop talking!" Qiao Wanwan grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, crying out in despair, "Do you know how I feel listening to you right now? It's dirty, so dirty, so dirty! Your words are like filthy my ears!"
"Wanwan, I think you need to calm down." Zhan Jingting sighed softly. "You probably don't want to see me anymore right now. I'll go out first."
After the man finished speaking, he maneuvered his wheelchair away.
Qiao Wanwan watched his indifferent back, tears blurring her vision once again.
She couldn't understand why Zhan Jingting would suddenly change so drastically!
Is it really because she misjudges people?
But she always relied on her intuition to make judgments; she couldn't lie to herself about her feelings!
Qiao Wanwan felt a splitting headache and was unable to think at all.
She lay down and drifted off to sleep. When she regained consciousness, she heard Zheng Ma's anxious voice, "Madam, why is your fever so high! Someone! Call the doctor quickly!"
Qiao Wanwan desperately wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and she couldn't open them no matter what she did; her consciousness gradually faded.
She felt so cold. Even though she was lying in bed, it felt like she was in an ice cellar. There wasn't a single warm spot on her body, and she was curled up and shivering from the cold!
The door seemed to be pushed open, and the sound of Zheng Ma talking to someone else could be heard.
Qiao Wanwan's ears were ringing, and she couldn't hear what they were saying at all.
But the next second, her hands were suddenly grabbed.
The hands that held hers were warm, and Qiao Wanwan instinctively gripped them tightly in return, as if she had grasped a lifeline.
She didn't know how much time had passed when a sudden pain shot through the back of her hand. Qiao Wanwan gradually lost her last shred of consciousness, but she never let go of those hands...
......
When Qiao Wanwan woke up again, she didn't know what time it was, only that it was already dark outside.
A dim sleep light was on in the master bedroom, and Zheng's mother was dozing off in a single chair.
Qiao Wanwan moved her lips and weakly called out, "Aunt Zheng... Aunt Zheng..."
Zheng Ma woke up quickly and said with delight, "Madam, you're finally awake! Your high fever was so bad it scared me to death!"
Qiao Wanwan was still a little dizzy, and her throat felt like it was on fire, making it impossible for her to speak.
"Madam, come, get up and have some water." Zheng Ma brought over some warm water. "The doctor said that your fever was too high, and it's normal for your throat to be dry and hoarse. Drinking more water will help."
Qiao Wanwan got up and drank half a glass of water, feeling a little better. "Thank you, Aunt Zheng. Have you been taking care of me all this time?"
"yes."
Qiao Wanwan hesitated for a moment, then said, "In my dream, I felt like I was always holding a pair of hands, a man's hands, not yours..."
Zheng Ma recalled, "Only Young Master Yin came by in the middle, so it must have been his hand."
Qiao Wanwan's heart sank, but then she suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh.
What is she expecting?
Are you hoping those hands belong to Zhan Jingting?
They've already made such a scene, what else can she expect?
Qiao Wanwan closed her eyes, and tears welled up involuntarily again.
"Madam, what's wrong?" Aunt Zheng asked worriedly. "No matter what, your health is your own responsibility. Please take care of yourself!"
Do you know what happened?
Aunt Zheng shook her head. "I dare not interfere in your affairs with the young master."
Qiao Wanwan slowly opened her eyes. "Then what kind of person do you think Zhan Jingting is?"
"Madam, I dare not discuss the young master."
Qiao Wanwan curled her lips and said, "So now I know why he's so unscrupulous. You don't even dare to talk about him, which shows that he's been arrogant and disdainful of others since he was a child. Perhaps no one in this world can restrain him, which is why he has no bottom line."
Zheng's mother opened her mouth, but then hesitated to speak.
"Aunt Zheng, can you help me find a lawyer?"
"Madam, why do you need to see a lawyer?"
"Of course, it's divorce."
Madam Zheng was surprised. "Madam, divorce is no small matter. You can't act impulsively."
Qiao Wanwan smiled bitterly, "The most impulsive thing I've ever done in my life is probably marrying Zhan Jingting."
She will never forget that day when he reached out his hand to her with a worried look on his face. At that moment, her heart melted completely, and she married him without hesitation.
She never regretted her decision and was always determined to take responsibility for her whirlwind marriage, but the first one to let go was Zhan Jingting.
"Madam, I think you should think this through carefully. Marriage is not a game."
“Aunt Zheng, we are more than thirty years apart, so we may have different views. People of your generation are probably good at enduring hardship for the sake of their families and children.”
“But I can’t do it.” Qiao Wanwan said softly, “I know no one is perfect. I’m not perfect, and I don’t expect my husband to be perfect. But everything has a bottom line. Zhan Jingting crossed my bottom line. Even if I have to endure a whirlwind marriage and divorce, I can’t continue to be with him.”
Zheng Ma sighed, "Madam, I can tell that you are a good girl. I dare not ask what the young master did, but I believe that he must have deeply hurt you."
Qiao Wanwan looked at her and said, "Thank you for taking care of me these past few days. Please help me find a lawyer."
Zheng's mother sighed softly, "Let's not talk about that now. The most important thing for you right now is to take care of your health. I'll go get you something to eat."
She nodded and left, going directly to the study next door.
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