Chapter 296: Chapter 212: Who Bullied You When I Wasn’t There?
In the dimly lit corridor, Wei Lan burrowed her head and hastened to leave, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Then, she removed the ring from her finger, clutching it tightly in her palm as if to embed it into her flesh…
Why is it that every time she thinks happiness is within reach, she’s dealt a fatal blow?
That’s what happened with Jing Zan, and the same with Yang Zichen…
Leaving Jing Zan could have meant a carefree life, but now… what about the child in her belly?
She hurriedly wiped the tears from her face, making sure she looked normal under the dim lights before going in to find Su Nian, “Sister Niannian, I’m feeling a bit unwell, I’d like to head back first.”
“What’s wrong? Do you feel sick?”
Wei Lan smiled and shook her head: “No, just a bit stuffy…”
“Then I’ll come with you.”
“No need, no need… I… I’ll ask Ah Chen to take me back, you enjoy yourself.”
Hearing that Yang Zichen would take her, Su Nian was relieved.
Wei Lan walked to the door and left as if fleeing, afraid that meeting Jin Qiu when she returned would leave her unsure of how to face her.
She hurriedly hailed a cab downstairs and left in a rush.
Around ten o’clock, thinking Wei Lan should have gone home to rest, Yang Zichen found an excuse to leave, and Shen Hanxiu also left, citing the child needed rest.
Looking for people, seeing Su Nian coming out alone, Yang Zichen asked, “Where’s Wei Lan?”
Su Nian, still puzzled, replied, “Didn’t she say she was going back with you?”
“Going back?” She’s pregnant, why would she run off by herself late at night? Worrying, he took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, but it was turned off.
“Are you sure she said she was going back?”
Su Nian also worriedly said, “I don’t know, when she left, she said she felt unwell and left with you.”
Hearing this, Yang Zichen turned and walked away.
Worried she was unwell, yet fearing to disturb them, so she quietly left alone?
He hurriedly drove back, and upon arriving downstairs, looked up to see the whole building dark. If she was home, she would have left the lights on.
Opening the door to the room, Ding Ding Dang Dang had already settled in their nest.
Looking at the shoes placed by the door, it was clear she was home.
He walked upstairs, the sound of his footsteps unusually clear in the suddenly quiet home.
Pushing open the bedroom door, he saw someone lying on the bed.
He turned on the bedside lamp, and as the light brightened, the woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes.
Before she could see clearly, the man’s voice already came through, “What’s wrong? Where do you feel unwell? Why did you come back alone?”
Wei Lan looked at him, her gentle demeanor made her wonder if he was also this gentle with other women.
She looked at him for a moment, then lowered her gaze without speaking.
Her unwell appearance worried Yang Zichen even more: “What’s wrong? Let’s go to the hospital.”
Seeing him moving to embrace her, Wei Lan hugged the quilt and dodged, saying, “I’m not unwell, just a bit sleepy.”
“Aren’t we usually up until late?”
“I want to sleep early today.”
Yang Zichen, recognizing her abnormal behavior, sat on the bed edge, pulled back the quilt, and stared straight at her face, “Why were you crying? Who bullied you when I wasn’t around?”
It’s strange how people are, the more someone comforts them, the harder it is to hold back tears. Wei Lan turned her head away, tears rolling down her cheeks, her voice becoming hoarse and choked, “…No one.”
Yang Zichen patiently coaxed her, “What’s wrong? Tell me about it.”
Wei Lan lifted the quilt over her face, turned away from him, and with a muffled voice said, “I want to sleep…”
Yang Zichen, puzzled by her sudden mood swing, thought she might still be shaken and decided to wait until she was in a better mood.
So he adjusted her quilt properly: “I’m going to shower.”
After washing off the smell of alcohol, Yang Zichen crawled into bed, but Wei Lan was still awake.
Disliking her sleeping with her back to him, Yang Zichen nestled up to her waist, saying, “Turn around and sleep.”
However, Wei Lan shifted to the side a bit, her voice low: “I’m more comfortable sleeping …”
Considering that pregnant women may find certain positions more comfortable, he didn’t insist further and embraced her from behind, his hand covering hers. The bare sensation made his eyebrows furrow: “Where’s your ring?”
Wei Lan remained silent, as halfway back home, she had removed her ring, viewing it only brought unstoppable tears.