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"Click!"

ng Lang closed the door and just got to the elevator when he paused, only to see Lin Haitang also waiting for the elevator at the hallway entrance.

"Uh... what a coincidence."

Seeing it was ng Lang, Lin Haitang’s face turned slightly awkward.

"Yeah! Still have to go to work."

"Oh, I see."

The elevator doors opened, empty inside, and both of them silently walked in. They were on the 11th floor, and the elevator’s digital display slowly started descending.

"That... I’m sorry about just now."

"Ah? What?" ng Lang didn’t quite catch on.

"I shouldn’t have lashed out at you earlier."

After getting angry, Lin Haitang cald down and started feeling regretful.

After all... what kind of life soone leads is their own freedom. If two people are willing, whether they go to a bar or a hotel, what right does she, an outsider, have to judge?

She thought it must have been the events from last night that threw her off balance, with strange thoughts cluttering her mind.

"Oh, it’s nothing, actually... "

"Ding~" Just then, the elevator reached the ground floor, the doors opened, and several residents were waiting outside. ng Lang had to stop mid-sentence and walked out of the elevator with Lin Haitang.

"What were you about to say just now?" Once they were outside the building, Lin Haitang looked at ng Lang.

"Hmm..." ng Lang hesitated for a mont, "Do you want to go sowhere with ?"

"Hmm? Where to?" Lin Haitang was puzzled.

"To... visit an old friend."

...

Su City First Affiliated Hospital.

Inside the hospital room, Lu Kexin lay on the bed with a sowhat vacant look in her eyes.

Since being brought to the hospital last night, she hadn’t been able to sleep. Her mind was a ss, but the only thing that remained clear was the suffocating feeling like falling into an abyss upon waking up.

And the first thing she saw in the darkness... that man’s ferocious face!

"Knock, knock!" The sound of knocking pulled Lu Kexin back to reality. She looked towards the door, paused for two or three seconds, then her eyes gradually widened.

"You... why are you here?!"

ng Lang walked in, and Lu Kexin couldn’t help but shrink back towards the head of her bed, her eyes darting away in a very uneasy manner.

He helplessly placed the fruit basket he was carrying on the bedside table.

"Don’t be afraid, I didn’t co with any ill intentions today."

Entering behind ng Lang, with a puzzled look on her face, was Lin Haitang.

She naturally recognized the woman who was sowhat shriveled up on the hospital bed as Lu Kexin, who had been with ng Lang that day.

But now, with bandages around her forehead, she looked as if she had been traumatized, and upon seeing ng Lang, she reacted as if a mouse had seen a cat.

What’s going on here?

Wait a minute! The marks on her neck... they look like strangulation marks, right?

Lin Haitang looked at the faint bruises on the other woman’s neck with a shocked face, her eyes full of confusion.

"I’m sorry, that day... it wasn’t my idea, I didn’t want to... I’m really sorry..."

Lu Kexin hugged her knees, not daring to look into ng Lang’s eyes, and just kept shrinking back.

"Yeah! I know; it was Wang Zhiping, right." ng Lang said indifferently as he looked at her.

Lu Kexin’s body stiffened, and she looked at ng Lang in disbelief.

He knew? Did he know all along?

ng Lang sighed, "I heard about last night; the child is okay, right?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Haitang’s eyes nearly popped out.

A child? You two... have already gone that far?

But judging from the atmosphere at the scene, it didn’t seem to be the case, and the relationship between these two seed very strange.

She silently stood by, quietly being an observer.

"The doctor said it was just a scare and prescribed so dication for stabilizing the pregnancy, it’s nothing serious now."

Seeing that ng Lang wasn’t there to hold her accountable, Lu Kexin’s emotions stabilized a bit, but she still kept her head down, not daring to look into ng Lang’s eyes.

"That’s good to hear." ng Lang smiled, pulled over a chair, and sat down.

"Can you tell about what happened between you two?"

Lu Kexin looked up at ng Lang.

Maybe it was her guilt towards ng Lang, or maybe it was his gentle tone, as though speaking to an old friend, that after struggling for a mont, she began to speak softly.

"I left the countryside at 18, ca to Su City to struggle on my own.

Because I only had a middle school education, I couldn’t find a good job. I worked in textile factories, electronics factories, sold goods on overpass bridges, and apprenticed in a barbershop; I did all sorts of work.

Back ho, my parents favored boys over girls, so most of the money I earned had to be sent back ho to pay for my brother’s education. That period was the hardest ti of my life.

I lived in a basent, and every al was clear soup with egg noodles.

Later at a foot spa, I t Wang Zhiping.

He was five years older than . He always sought out when he ca, bringing little snacks. Of course, I could tell he was interested in .

He started inviting to have dinner and watch movies.

I didn’t refuse, because he always dressed well and drove a fancy car, throwing money around easily, and I could see he was wealthy.

My life began to get better, I sent more money ho; my brother no longer had to worry about university tuition, and when I returned ho, I was treated like a successful career woman.

Later... he confessed to he was married."

At this point, Lu Kexin’s eyes slightly reddened, showing a bitter smile.

"But you didn’t choose to leave him," ng Lang sighed.

"Leave? Why leave?" Lu Kexin suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with bitterness.

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