"Even if it hurts me, it's better than carrying your child. I'm pregnant with your child, will you make me keep it?" She looked into the man's eyes.

And Huo Mingzheng's eyes paused for a moment, he hesitated.

He dared not speak, dared not admit that he would let her give birth to the child and then entrust the child to Li Qin for raising.

Her eyes were moist, but her gaze was filled with stubbornness. She said in a soft voice, word by word, "I only agreed to stay by your side for two years at the beginning, but there was no condition about having children. If you want children, you can find someone else to have them."

Ho Mingzheng laughed bitterly, "Are you trying to make a fool of me by asking if I should be angry at someone else?"

Fu Yan turned her head to look at the window. Huo Mingzheng had just drawn the curtains, so she couldn't see anything. The grayish-blue curtains didn't reveal her stubborn and pale face either.

He gripped her jaw tightly, his eyes swirling with a turbulent undercurrent. "Is this your honest truth or just anger talking?"

"Li Qin can't bear children," Fu Yan choked, without answering him directly, "Without a child, can you silence the gossip of everyone in the Huo family?"

Ho Mingzheng's hand clenched suddenly, his face an unreadable mask. "Why are you suddenly interested in this?"

Fu Yan struggled hard to break free from his grasp.

At this time, Cao Fang knocked on the door outside.

Without Huo Mingzheng's permission, he didn't dare to open the door, only shouting outside: "Mr. Huo, Miss Li took the elevator."

Fu Yan immediately turned her back and adjusted her collar.

He unbuttoned the patient's gown with his left hand, his chest heaving violently. The bandage on his right shoulder faintly revealed traces of blood. He stared at Fu Yan's back, his eyes complex and intense, as if trying to see through her.

Fu Yan felt the man's scorching gaze. Without looking back, she grabbed her collar and shawl and rushed into the bathroom, quickly shutting the door.

She doesn't want to have a direct confrontation with Li Qin.

And the door to the ward opened at this time.

Li Qin wore a pure white coat. Her face, without makeup, looked younger and purer than when she was wearing makeup.

"A-Zheng?" Li Qin looked over, frowning. "Why are you smoking so many cigarettes again?"

Huo Mingzheng fastened the patient's clothes and asked, "How did you come so late?"

"My phone is in the ward, and I'm worried someone won't be able to find me. When they finally do, they'll come looking for you and disturb your rest." She held up her phone in annoyance. "I'm getting so forgetful these days."

She glanced at the clay pot on the table as she passed by, taking a look and letting out a chuckle, "How could Cao Fang cook you fruit porridge? This is something to coax children with, how could you possibly eat it."

Ho Mingzheng scanned the bathroom without a sound, and in the frosted glass door, a blurry black shadow stiffened for a moment. He retracted his gaze, “Not bad.”

He sat back down, picked up his spoon and continued to eat the porridge, which was already getting cold.

Li Qin's smile at the corner of her lips paused.

Cao Fang had worked by Huo Mingzheng's side for so many years and knew that Huo Mingzheng disliked these childish things. How could he possibly cook fruit porridge for him.

The people she sent out saw that Fu Yan entered the hospital ward, but they didn't see her leave.

Ho Mingzheng ate with elegance, but he wasn't slow. He finished a bowl of porridge very quickly.

Li Qin handed him a napkin. "I'll stay here tonight, you're being discharged tomorrow, so I won't have to come over early in the morning and take a trip."

"There's nothing that needs organizing, Cao Fang and Cao Yuan are both here. You should go back to rest, you don't suit staying up late."

"I'm not as delicate as you said. I feel much better now," Li Qin lowered her head, blushing, "It might be because I'm in a good mood. I ran into Mr. Huo this morning in the elevator."

She smiled brightly, taking Huo Mingzheng's arm, "He said he would consider our marriage, A-Zheng, Grandpa Huo has given me a chance! Even without children, he wouldn't mind, you don't have to try to figure things out for me anymore."

In the bathroom, Fu Yan's face turned as white as a sheet.

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