"..."
Ling Mo was surprised that Qin Beiming would apologize to her, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.
"I promise I will never do it again."
Seeing that she didn't reply, Qin Beiming felt increasingly uncertain.
If kneeling on a washboard were effective, he would be willing to give it a try.
“You don’t need to promise me anything; it’s my own problem. I shouldn’t have been so naive as to think that our brief friendship of a few days could be worth more than your years of brotherhood with Huo Yunting.”
At this moment, Ling Mo was rational and restrained.
I stopped getting angry at him, but I still subconsciously distanced myself from him.
Qin Beiming wanted to say something more, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Song Xingwan in the back seat, who was glaring at him intently, so he had no choice but to give up.
Right now, these two young girls definitely think that he and Huo Yunting are not fundamentally different, and no matter how you explain, it will probably be of no use.
...
VIP ward of the oncology department at Renhe Hospital.
Gu Nanfeng, Gu Tingbai, and Lu Jinjiu were still playing Dou Dizhu (a card game) without a care in the world, while Huo Yunting stared intently at the income record on his phone screen, his brow furrowed in worry.
He racked his brains for a long time but still couldn't figure out who had paid off Song Xingwan's debt. One hundred million was no small sum; how could an ordinary person afford that?
Furthermore, Song Xingwan has a very simple social circle, and most of the people she knows are teenage girls, so it's impossible for her to have the ability to pay off her debts.
Could it be Ling Mo?
Thinking of this possibility, Huo Yunting quickly edited a WeChat message to ask Qin Beiming what exactly was going on.
Unexpectedly, Qin Beiming blocked him on WeChat.
Huo Yunting was speechless, and then immediately dialed Qin Beiming's number again:
"Third Brother, did you block me on WeChat?"
Qin Beiming answered bluntly: "Yes."
Huo Yunting, with a look of utter confusion on his face, asked:
"Why?"
"She's still angry. Just bear with it and don't contact me privately." Qin Beiming glanced at Ling Mo, who was resting with her eyes closed in the passenger seat, and said to Huo Yunting in a low voice.
"Half an hour ago, someone transferred 120 million yuan to me, specifying that it was specifically for Wanwan's repayment. I'm thinking of returning the money, but I don't know who to return it to. Could you please ask my third sister-in-law if she's the one who made the payment for Wanwan?"
After a brief pause, Qin Beiming answered with particular candor:
"She was still angry, so I didn't dare ask."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Beiming hung up the phone hastily before Huo Yunting could say anything.
Hearing the busy signal from the phone, Huo Yunting took a while to come to his senses, then awkwardly looked up and asked Lu Jinjiu:
"Little Nine, do you know why Third Brother is so afraid of Third Sister-in-law?"
"It's probably because he cares. Recently, in order to pursue Third Sister-in-law, Third Brother has been putting in a lot of effort in private. In his spare time, he hides in the Emperor Hotel and reads books about relationships and romance."
"Books about relationships and romance?"
He thought to himself that if he survived, he might as well read some relationship books tomorrow...
Another ten minutes or so passed.
He was just about to muster up the courage to call Song Xingwan and ask how she was doing when she unexpectedly appeared at the door of the ward.
"Wanwan..."
Huo Yunting's eyes turned bloodshot. He frantically ripped the IV from the back of his hand, and without even putting on his shoes, he staggered toward Song Xingwan.
Song Xingwan subconsciously took a step back and pointed to his bleeding hand: "Your hand is bleeding."
"I'm fine."
Huo Yunting hadn't expected Song Xingwan to still be willing to come see him. He was so excited that he wanted to pull her into his arms, but he didn't dare to make any more intimate moves with her.
Seeing this, Lu Jinjiu and the others tactfully left the ward to make room for the two of them.
After the door was closed, a flash of fear appeared in Song Xingwan's eyes. At that moment, she inevitably recalled how Huo Yunting had hurt her.
Huo Yunting saw the fear in her eyes and dared not make a move. He turned around and brought over a stool. After she sat down, he cautiously asked:
"Does the wound still hurt?"
Song Xingwan nodded and said softly:
"It hurts a lot."
Huo Yunting grew anxious, wanting to examine her injuries himself, yet he dared not disobey her wishes any longer, and could only anxiously ask:
"Have you been taking your medication on time? Should we have a doctor take a look?"
"I didn't apply any medicine. I just wanted to remember the pain, hoping it would help me remember better."
Song Xingwan spoke calmly, and her emotions had stabilized.
For some reason, Huo Yunting was terrified of her current appearance, feeling that she would turn into a butterfly and disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"I'm so sorry for making you suffer so much."
Huo Yunting lowered his eyes, no longer having the courage to look her in the eye.
Her eyes were beautiful; when she spoke to him before, they would sparkle with a dazzling light.
Now, the light in her eyes has completely dimmed.
He knew in his heart how disappointed she was in him.
He wanted to hold onto her tightly, but he didn't have the courage to ask for her forgiveness.
Seeing him apologize to her again, Song Xingwan seemed somewhat numb, only asking him indifferently:
"I'm so tired of hearing 'I'm sorry,' please stop saying it."
"good."
Huo Yunting nodded and readily agreed.
I wanted to say something more, but I was overwhelmed by guilt.
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