Ling Mo had never been afraid of Huo Yunting or the Huo family's power. He gently flicked Song Xingwan's nose and said confidently:
"Silly girl, don't overthink it. Huo Yunting can't beat me, nor can he hurt me."
"Mo Mo, why are you so good to me? I don't know how to repay you."
Song Xingwan's dark eyes were filled with envy.
If only she could speak with the same confidence as Ling Mo someday.
"You just need to remember that from now on you will not owe Huo Yunting anything."
Seeing that Song Xingwan had obediently finished her porridge, Ling Mo was about to help her pack her luggage when he suddenly remembered that he still had the emergency contraceptive pills that Huo Yunting had asked him to give to Song Xingwan in his pocket.
Now that Song Xingwan has made up her mind to stay away from Huo Yunting, she shouldn't bring him up again at this crucial moment.
The problem is that Song Xingwan still deeply loves Huo Yunting.
She really didn't want Song Xingwan to have any irreparable regrets about this three-year relationship because of her concealment.
After much deliberation, Ling Mo finally handed the emergency contraceptive pill to Song Xingwan and slowly said:
"The medicine was given to you by Huo Yunting."
Song Xingwan bit her pale lips tightly, as if suppressing her emotions, trying to harden herself up and stop asking about Huo Yunting's affairs.
However, a moment later, she recalled the phone call Huo Yunting had made to her that morning, and a sense of foreboding instantly arose in her heart. She couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice:
Where...is he now?
"Huo Yunting is still in the hospital, and his condition is not good. He has a tumor in his brain and may need surgery as soon as possible."
"What?! He's sick? How could this be?"
Song Xingwan was stunned, as if struck by lightning, and leaned against the headboard, unable to recover for a long time.
Seeing her anxious and upset expression, Ling Mo knew that she couldn't let go of Huo Yunting at all.
Amidst the anger, there was even more helplessness.
Three years of deep affection cannot be forgotten so easily.
She simply hoped that Song Xingwan could meet someone she could truly entrust her life to.
Ling Mo, fearing that Song Xingwan was overly worried, repeatedly comforted her:
"Don't worry. His attending physician is the most famous cardiovascular expert in the country. He will be fine."
"I...I want to go see him."
Song Xingwan's face turned deathly pale, and hot tears streamed down her face.
She wanted to turn around and leave gracefully, but Huo Yunting was in imminent danger, and she simply couldn't abandon him.
"Do you really want to see her? Do you think he hasn't hurt you enough these past few years?" Ling Mo asked, slightly annoyed.
“MoMo, I know I’m a disappointment. But I really don’t want anything to happen to him. Even in the years when I can’t see him, I hope he can live a long and healthy life.”
Song Xingwan struggled to get out of bed, gripping Ling Mo's arm tightly with both hands, her voice choked with sobs as she pleaded with her:
"Please take me to the hospital. I swear, I'll only take one look."
"I just can't do anything with you."
Ling Mo nodded slightly.
After Song Xingwan changed her clothes, he picked her up and carried her horizontally, not daring to let her walk a single step on her own, for fear of aggravating her wounds.
"MoMo, put me down! I can walk by myself."
Song Xingwan was deeply moved that Ling Mo planned to carry her the whole way.
Ling Mo stopped her without room for argument, "Don't move."
Meanwhile, Qin Beiming, who had been waiting downstairs at the apartment building for more than half an hour, saw Ling Mo actually carrying Song Xingwan downstairs. He was instantly consumed by jealousy and was so angry that he almost turned around and left.
He knew perfectly well how important Song Xingwan was to Ling Mo. But even if she was incredibly important, was there any need to hold her so tightly?
Could it be that some inappropriate feelings have already developed between them?
The thought of this possibility made Qin Beiming forget his anger. He quickly stepped forward, blocking their path, and said in a deep voice:
"It's so late, where are you planning to go?"
"Go to the hospital."
Ling Mo's voice was indifferent, appearing cold and aloof.
Qin Beiming realized that Ling Mo probably wanted to take Song Xingwan to visit Huo Yunting, and his mood instantly improved.
Seeing that Qin Beiming was blocking his way, Ling Mo said somewhat impatiently:
"Could you move aside?"
"Wait here for a moment, let me drive closer. I'll take you to the hospital."
"No need, I've already called a car."
"It's not safe."
Qin Beiming didn't give Ling Mo any room to refuse, and directly parked the car in front of them, blocking their way.
"Aren't you getting in the car?"
Qin Beiming appeared calm, but inside he was panicking, fearing that Ling Mo would never speak to him again.
You see, he had gotten used to keeping her in his heart, and he would feel restless and anxious if he didn't see her for a day.
"MoMo... what's wrong?"
Song Xingwan noticed that Ling Mo's mood was not quite right and asked softly.
"nothing."
Seeing that Qin Beiming had already opened the back door, Ling Mo had no choice but to carefully lift Song Xingwan into the back seat.
Just as she was about to sit down in the back seat with Song Xingwan, Qin Beiming suddenly pulled her to the passenger seat.
As he fastened her seatbelt, he suddenly spoke, whispering in her ear:
"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have kept it from you. I should have told you immediately."
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