After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me Chapter 772 - 426: 3

She smiled and said, "You weren’t that awful to . Thanks to you, I am where I am today. If it weren’t for you, I would have died a long ti ago. But I can’t forget that child."

The child who died.

If nothing had happened, he would have grown well in her womb.

By then, would he have been born?

She hadn’t thought of withdrawing money from the account before, but if the child were still here, she would have taken it all. After all, raising a child requires a lot of money.

Unfortunately, in life, there’s often no such thing as what-ifs.

Rong Qingze’s expression darkened, "I sense a bla in your expression and words. Rong Yanqiao, what are you thinking now? Do I have to marry you for you to stay by my side completely?"

Rong Yanqiao’s throat tightened.

Rong Qingze had asked to this point.

Rong Yanqiao looked at him and smilingly asked, "Then will you marry ?"

"If you are willing."

Rong Qingze spoke slowly, his deanor sure and calm.

Rong Yanqiao pushed him away, "I’m tired. Let’s talk about this another day. I’ve been in a bad mood lately and really don’t have much appetite. Could you give so personal space, Uncle?"

Rong Yanqiao seed to be begging, but in fact, there was a trace of impatience in her voice.

Rong Qingze released her without saying anything.

In the following days, Rong Qingze did not stay with Rong Yanqiao; he was occupied with business affairs all the ti.

Wenming had so thoughts about him.

Wenming watched Rong Qingze, who was still dealing with work, and went to pour a cup of tea.

"Ah!"

Wenming scread, spilling tea all over Rong Qingze.

Before Rong Qingze could furrow his brows, Wenming’s tears had already started to fall.

"I’m sorry, senior. I’m really useless."

She hurriedly picked up a piece of paper to wipe the water off Rong Qingze.

But unexpectedly, she slipped and fell onto Rong Qingze.

Wenming cried like a pear blossom bathed in rain, her face looking exceptionally pale today, having deliberately switched her expression, causing Rong Qingze to lose his composure for a mont.

In that mont, she looked so much like Rong Yanqiao.

It wasn’t just her face; even her deanor was particularly similar.

Wenming noticed him staring at her face without responding, understanding that her efforts over the past few days had been a success.

These days, she had been watching videos of Rong Yanqiao and had nearly mastered her expressions and deanor.

Now, perhaps even the real Rong Yanqiao would be startled by the resemblance.

Let alone Rong Qingze, who was almost obsessively thinking about Rong Yanqiao.

The atmosphere was just right at this mont, and with Rong Qingze not pushing her away, Wenming applied a bit more force, as if trying to get up, only to fall back onto Rong Qingze.

"I’m sorry, senior..."

The mont her voice ca out, Rong Qingze imdiately snapped back to reality.

He awkwardly helped Wenming stand up with his hand, frowning, "What’s wrong?"

Wenming had been recovering well physically recently; otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken her to so many places.

Though he did it to provoke Rong Yanqiao.

Still, if Wenming hadn’t recovered well enough to stand up, Rong Qingze wouldn’t have been able to bring her along.

"It seems like my body isn’t listening to again."

Wenming looked anxious, her tears falling unchecked, yet she didn’t raise her hand to wipe them away.

Rong Qingze furrowed his brows.

Wenming seed genuine, prompting him to pick up his phone, intending to call a doctor.

Recently, maybe because he had taken her to too many places, her body’s muscles hadn’t fully recovered, and after so many days of fatigue, it was easy for sothing to go wrong.

Thinking of this, Rong Qingze couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt.

If his oversight led to Wenming’s paralysis again, he would truly be a sinner.

Before he could make the call, he turned to check on Wenming, only to be taken aback.

By then, Wenming had already taken off her coat, revealing the delicate clothes underneath.

Her deanor was strikingly similar to Rong Yanqiao, tears at the corners of her eyes, staring intently at him.

Rong Qingze hesitated with the phone in his hand.

Seeing him look over, Wenming leaned toward Rong Qingze, not dropping her earlier stiff deanor in the slightest.

"Senior, you see, Rong Yanqiao only wants to escape you."

Her voice was sugary with a hint of seduction.

Rong Qingze felt goosebumps all over.

He pushed Wenming away with a shove.

He pieced together her previous actions and understood everything.

Wenming was actually trying to seduce him.

Rong Qingze was more shocked than anything else inside. He hadn’t expected Wenming to be such a person.

Looking at Wenming, who had been pushed to the ground, his eyes only showed disappointnt.

Wenming struggled to get up, trying several tis but failing.

She called to Rong Qingze, "Senior, I suddenly can’t move. Could you co over and help up?"

Rong Qingze stood at a distance, unbothered whether this ti she truly couldn’t stand up.

After all, he’d been tricked once.

Now, Wenming had no credit left in his heart.

Rong Qingze frowned at her, his tone cold, "I’ve called a doctor for you. Let them help you up when they arrive."

Wenming almost roared madly, "Senior, why can’t you accept ? Why do you all like Rong Yanqiao? What’s so good about her!"

Rong Qingze looked at her, "At the very least, Rong Yanqiao wouldn’t act like you."

Wenming stared at him, a trace of hatred in her eyes.

"You say I act like this, what am I like? If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this position!"

Her words baffled Rong Qingze.

What did this have to do with him?

"You insisted on saving Huo Yanshu."

His voice was calm, "It’s not like I caused this."

Tears streaming, Wenming said, "But you let Rong Yanqiao make herself look like to seduce Huo Yanshu."

Her voice was full of resentnt, "Did you ever ask if I was willing? Looking at this face makes terribly nauseous."

Rong Qingze was taken aback for a mont.

By then, the doctor had already arrived outside the door.

He glanced at Wenming, full of hatred in her eyes, his voice expressionless, "That was because Huo Yanshu gave this opportunity."

Wenming sat dazed, unable to utter a word.

She closed her eyes.

Rong Qingze was right.

All this had been solely because of her willingness.

The falling flower had feelings, but the flowing water was heartless. She was the only one trapped there.

At this mont, Wenming was suddenly filled with regret. She shouldn’t have tried to seduce Rong Qingze so early.

Otherwise, when Rong Yanqiao ca back, she wouldn’t have acted so quickly, leading to her current failure.

If only Rong Yanqiao could never co back, that would be ideal.

After dealing with the matter concerning Wenming, Rong Qingze only felt an extre fatigue.

The sound of Jiang Bei’s voice ca to his ears, "Second Master, Miss Rong said she has arrived downstairs."

Rong Qingze almost imdiately walked to the door.

He waited by the elevator, and soon Rong Yanqiao ca out of it.

Their eyes t.

Rong Yanqiao was sowhat surprised, "What are you doing here?"

Rong Qingze seed like he had deliberately waited there for her.

Rong Qingze pursed his lips and said, "Jiang Bei said you were here. How is it, have you thought it over these days?"

Rong Yanqiao said, "I want to return to work, otherwise it’s too boring staying at ho every day."

Rong Qingze’s expression turned slightly cold.

He had thought Rong Yanqiao would have said she was willing to marry him.

"If you want to return to work, then do it. But this could have been said over the phone. Did you co here because you wanted to see ?"

Upon hearing this, Rong Yanqiao’s eyes flashed with astonishnt.

She couldn’t believe these words were coming from Rong Qingze’s mouth.

Was Rong Qingze now boldly expressing his love?

Rong Yanqiao was sowhat speechless, "I ca because I wanted to tell you that I’m going out to et Xu Wei today."

"What about us?"

Rong Qingze grabbed Rong Yanqiao’s hand, and as she was about to reply, she noticed Wenming not far behind, and the mont Wenming raised her hand, she noticed sothing.