Seeing that she agreed, Qin Mo's lips curled up with success, and he hugged her into the bedroom.

Wen Xia was already prepared for that, and Qin Mo had even taken off his clothes. He suddenly stopped, got up and left the bedroom.

she:"……"

Soon he came back and handed her the phone, "Honey, call Dad and tell him you went to bed." Then he kissed her with lust in his eyes.

At the end, he added, "There is a psychological shadow."

Wen Xia: “…”

She called Wendell, and when the call was connected, she said guiltily, "Dad."

"Yeah." Winder's voice came from the phone, and seemed a little hoarse.

Wen Xia noticed something was wrong and immediately sat up, asking worriedly, "Dad, are you catching a cold?"

"No, what's wrong?" Winder's hoarse voice became more obvious, and he coughed in a suppressed manner.

"Dad, go to the hospital."

Wen Xia could no longer remember whether Wen De was sick at that time. She seldom went home during college, and they seldom talked on the phone.

"It's okay, I've taken the medicine." Winder paused, covered his mouth with his hands, and couldn't help coughing a few more times.

He then said, "Is the money not enough? I'll transfer it to you."

…

After Wen Xia hung up the phone, she couldn't help but worry and decided to go home. "Hubby, Dad is sick. I want to go home."

Qin Mo heard that Wendell didn't sound sick, so he said "hmm" and quickly put on his clothes. While comforting him, he took out his phone to buy a plane ticket, "Wife, don't worry."

"Dad is fine."

The two of them paid double the price for a taxi to the airport, and it was already past three in the morning when they got home. Qin Mo was worried, so he followed Wen Xia into the house.

Wen Xia turned on the light and found Wen De lying on the sofa, his face a little red, "Dad? Dad? Dad?"

I called out three times but got no response.

She touched his forehead and it was hot.

"Hubby, carry dad to the hospital quickly. He has a fever."

Hospital, it's almost four in the morning.

After taking the temperature, the doctor said with a serious expression, "Why did you come to the hospital so late? It's already 40 degrees. If the fever continues, it will be troublesome."

Wen Xia bit her lower lip, and Qin Mo patted her back, "Doctor, thank you for your help."

The doctor handed them the bill and said, "Go and pay the bill."

Qin Mo went downstairs to pay the bill and came up to see Wen Xia sitting on a chair outside the ward, covering her face and sobbing, obviously feeling very guilty.

After he handed the list to the doctor, he took off his coat and put it on Wen Xia, then held her in his arms, patted her back lovingly, and whispered, "Dad will be fine."

Wen Xia buried her head in his chest, unable to hold back her sobs. If she hadn't made this call today, and there was no one at home...

The two of them stayed there from four o'clock until after nine o'clock. The doctor came to measure the temperature again and said, "It's 37 degrees Celsius. The fever has subsided, but you still need to stay in the hospital for a while to see if the fever comes back."

Hearing this, Wen Xia's tense heart finally relaxed a little. She looked at Wende who was still asleep and asked, "Doctor, when will my dad wake up?"

"I don't know. It seems like he's overworked. Let him get some good sleep." After giving the instructions, the doctor left the ward.

Wen Xia went to get some warm water and washed Wen De's face. Then she got some warm water for Qin Mo and motioned him to wash his face. "Go home and get some sleep."

Qin Mo shook his head, wrung out the towel and wiped her face, "You sleep for a while, I'll watch over you."

Wen Xia looked at him, "Thank you, husband."

"What are you thanking me for?" Qin Mo rubbed her head, "Be good, go to sleep."

Wen Xia didn't sleep and couldn't sleep. After she called Zhao Hui to ask for leave, she called her counselor to ask for leave too.

It was past twelve o'clock when Wen De woke up. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Wen Xia. Then he looked around and said hoarsely, "Why are you back?"

"dad."

Wen Xia looked at him with red eyes. Finally, she couldn't help it and hugged him, crying like a child.

Others didn't understand how she felt at this moment. She had "lost" once, and now she didn't take good care of Wendell, so she blamed herself and felt guilty.

Looking at his daughter in his arms, it seemed like he hadn't seen her cry for a long time. Winder blamed himself in his eyes, then raised his hand and patted her back, "It's okay."

Wen De will be able to be discharged from the hospital at around three or four in the afternoon. After Qin Mo sends Wen De and Wen Xia home, he will go to school.

He said worriedly: "Call if you have anything. Your parents are at home, call them first."

Wen Xia nodded, and Wen De looked at him and took out two thousand from his wallet and gave it to him. "Thank you for your help. Come back with Xia Xia for dinner next time."

His father-in-law obviously liked him more, so Qin Mo took the money without hesitation. If he didn't take it, Wende would feel like he owed him something.

He nodded and said, "Okay."

Wen Xia initially thought that Wen De simply had a cold until she received a phone call in the evening.

Wend went to take a shower and his cell phone was on the table.

Hearing the phone ringing, she subconsciously took a look and the number was so familiar that she bit her lip.

She answered the phone, and Liu Yan's voice came through the phone and reached her ears, making her feel terribly chilled.

"How is my dad today? Is he feeling better?"

Wen Xia found Liu Yan's filial piety ridiculous and hateful. Did she ever care about Wen De? Did she ever think that Wen De was also a human being?

"I told you to stop calling my dad."

She paused, her tone filled with hatred, "Can you please stay away from us?"

The farther the better, and they have nothing to do with each other.

She couldn't influence Winder anymore.

Liu Yan on the other end of the phone heard her voice, was stunned for a few seconds, and explained: "Xia Xia, your grandpa is sick, I can't come back..."

"You can't come back. It's none of our business. You've already divorced my dad."

Wen Xia had never hated Liu Yan as much as she did now. Liu Yan had no right to trouble Wen De. She added, "You are the daughter of the Liu family, and I am also the daughter of the Wen family. You feel sorry for your father, and I feel sorry for my father, too."

Liu Yan's face turned pale on the other end of the phone, "Xia Xia..."

When Wend heard the noise, he came out of the bathroom. He took the phone from Wen Xia's hand and hung up.

Eyes met.

Wen Xia looked at him stubbornly, "Dad, you promised me that you would no longer care about the Liu family."

Winder didn't know how to explain, nor did he have the energy to explain.

He remained silent.

Wen Xia actually understood everything, including that he still had feelings for Liu Yan.

But she didn't want to. She didn't want Wend to fall in love with Liu Nian again. He should have his own family.

"Dad, if you want to take care of the Liu family's affairs, then don't bother with me. I will live with my grandparents from now on."

Wend's face turned pale, and his hands tightened a little, "Xia Xia..."

I want to say something but I don’t know what to say.

"Dad, you're all I have."

Wen Xia said bitterly, "Can you take care of yourself?" Then she went into the bedroom.

It was almost nine o'clock the next morning when Wen Xia's bedroom door was opened.

Winder sat on the sofa and looked over. The girl's eyes were swollen and he felt sad.

Meeting his gaze, Wen Xia smiled and said, "Dad, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

It seemed as if what happened before had never happened.