Night Fire Lingering

Chapter 192 Did it hurt? The delicate little thing

Several pairs of eyes in the ward turned to He Tingchuan simultaneously, and some even couldn't help but look down at his private parts.

What's the difference between a man being told his sperm quality is poor and a man being told he's impotent?

No difference!

He Tingchuan's face turned completely dark in an instant.

However, the person in his arms was still vomiting bile in distress, her already pale face looking even whiter, pitifully so. Especially the feel of the person in his arms; she was already thin, but now she was just skin and bones, frighteningly thin.

The anger in He Tingchuan's heart was poured over him like a bucket of cold water, leaving him speechless.

With a sour face, he helped the person back onto the bed and made them lean against it. He looked at Luo Beiqing on the bed with a cold, expressionless face and said, "Stop reading those mindless rumors."

Luo Beiqing rolled her eyes at him, and then noticed the sour spit on his shirt that she had vomited on, and couldn't help but frown.

He Tingchuan saw the meaning in her micro-expression and laughed in exasperation: "Luo Beiqing, you despise me? You threw up yourself."

Luo Beiqing looked at the ceiling, then at Wen Yan, then at Zhou Qi who was looking at him with concern, but he wouldn't look at He Tingchuan, treating him like air, and naturally he couldn't hear what the air was saying.

Staff members quickly came to clean up the acidic water on the ground.

"Young Master He, why don't you go back and take a shower and change your clothes?" Wen Yan kindly suggested.

"No need." He Tingchuan's gaze remained fixed on Luo Beiqing, as if simply looking at her would make this woman feel uneasy.

But what about conscience?

Luo Beiqing felt that she didn't need to possess such a thing from her ex-husband.

Wen Yan and He Tingchuan said, "Pregnant women are sensitive to smells. I'm worried that the smell might bother Bei Qing and be bad for her health."

He Tingchuan: "..." His expression turned even uglier.

When will Gu Yanci come back and take control of his woman?!

"Yan Yan, if you see Young Master Gu today, please give him my thanks." Luo Beiqing was a little tired, but she still remembered to say it.

Wen Yan originally didn't intend to accompany Gu Yanci, but Luo Beiqing's words had already made his stance clear, so she couldn't say anything more.

"Then you should rest well. I've already dismissed your maid. I'll find someone from the Gu family mansion to take care of you later," Wen Yan said worriedly. "We'll replace her once you find someone you can trust."

“No need to trouble Miss Wen, I will arrange for someone to take care of Bei Qing.” He Tingchuan added, as if he had guessed that Luo Bei Qing would refuse, “—and our child.”

"Your people? I don't trust them." Wen Yan's smile was enigmatic, her sarcasm obvious.

“You can also send someone,” Luo Beiqing said to He Tingchuan, “but you can’t come.”

He Tingchuan's expression changed slightly.

His original plan was to take advantage of the fact that Luo Beiqing had his own people around him, so that it would be convenient for him to do whatever he wanted. He didn't expect that Luo Beiqing had already shut him up!

"Yan Yan, just do as you say." Luo Bei trusted Wen Yan.

Others might think Wen Yan was planting spies around her, but Luo Beiqing wouldn't think that way.

The person who went to the Gu family's old residence had two reasons: first, this person was definitely not loyal to the Luo or He families and would not harm her; second, she wanted to use the Gu family's influence to let everyone who came to cause trouble know that she had the Gu family behind her.

It's already quite generous of the Gu family to lend people; Luo Beiqing isn't an ungrateful fool.

After leaving the hospital room, Wen Yan called the old house.

After learning the whole story, Madam Gu immediately arranged for a trusted maid with experience in caring for pregnant women to come and take care of Luo Beiqing. When she arrived at the hospital, she brought a lot of supplements, which were carried into the ward by four bodyguards. She also brought a female chef with her.

As soon as the old house servants arrived at the ward, they greeted Wen Yan and He Tingchuan, then went straight to the point, inquiring about Luo Beiqing's food preferences, her recent morning sickness, and changes in her taste. They quickly gave the chef a few menu items to prepare. Their professional skills were exceptional, and they were efficient and decisive.

Outside the window, dusk was falling.

Luo Beiqing gently reminded her, "Yan Yan, you should go back and be with your husband. Otherwise, he'll have a problem with me."

Upon hearing this, the maid glanced at Wen Yan with a mischievous look, and couldn't help but feel a bit more affection for Luo Beiqing—the young mistress's best friend is such a shrewd girl, such a good girl! She should take good care of her!

"Young Master He, aren't you planning to go home and pack your things?" Wen Yan asked He Tingchuan before leaving.

The 'tidying up' mentioned here is clearly not about cleaning.

Instead, he tidied up the house.

Wen Yan continued, "Don't let your wife be unable to stay, or your own child be unable to be protected either."

Wen Yan left as soon as she finished speaking, without caring whether He Tingchuan wanted to stay there any longer.

He Tingchuan is the child's father, so it's impossible for him to avoid contact with Luo Beiqing forever. Luo Beiqing hasn't shown any intention of driving He Tingchuan away, so Wen Yan doesn't care.

To Wen Yan's surprise, He Tingchuan did not return to the ward, but instead went downstairs with her.

Wen Yan gave him a strange look.

He Tingchuan also spoke frankly: "Next time you come to see her, you might see me."

Wen Yan: "..."

Who the hell cares to see you!

He Tingchuan felt that Wen Yan was right about something—it was time to clean things up!

-

Wen Yan planned to go home and change into a nice dress before going to the airport to pick someone up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the door, I saw a man dressed in casual clothes standing in the living room.

He was tall and had long legs; he was slender and upright, and was packing a pile of documents into a brown paper bag.

"You're back so soon?" Wen Yan asked in surprise.

"Hmm." Gu Yanci paused in packing the documents, then resumed his work quickly, sealing them up in a few swift movements.

In just a few seconds, Wen Yan had already taken off her shoes and quickly walked towards him.

Gu Yanci subconsciously opened his arms, Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, then her smile widened and she rushed into his arms.

The familiar scent and the familiar scorching temperature immediately lifted Wen Yan's spirits.

She tilted her head back from his embrace, and her cheek brushed against his chin, causing a sharp pain.

Wen Yan touched her delicate eyebrows and looked at the culprit who had hurt her—his chin had a light layer of bluish stubble.

"You've been so busy these past few days? You haven't even shaved."

"Did it hurt?" Gu Yanci touched her face, not lowering his head to get closer to her again, lest his beard prick her again. "You delicate little thing."

Actually, he wasn't in the mood to deal with it. He had specially taken an earlier flight back home to tidy himself up, but he didn't expect that Wen Yan would return right after he got home.

Wen Yan glanced subconsciously at the brown paper bag he had tossed on the sofa, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. What kind of business deal could possibly make Gu Yanci so eager to do this?

Gu Yanci noticed that she wasn't wearing shoes, just her fair feet. He grabbed her waist and lifted her up, making her step on his shoes.

He asked, "Want to see?"