Qin Yuan was peeling an apple, and in a spot where Mo Jiantao couldn’t see, a shadow passed through her eyes.
The string of coincidences was a little too convenient.
First, she had inexplicably rescued Mo Jiantao; the first ti could be explained by the fact that the robbers were unprepared and inexperienced.
But the second ti, despite having made all the necessary preparations and planning exactly what to do and how to deal with Mo Shu, the pregnant woman with the prominent belly,
was it really just because Mo Shu had brought those people with her?
It couldn’t be.
Even if she had brought those people, the gangsters were vicious and had been cultivated over the years through the network and solid strength of that person.
Normally, the likelihood of a car overturning was minuscule.
Because they had hostages.
Mo Jiantao could be ignored, but those n wouldn’t dare take risks with soone like Mo Shu.
Yet, when Mo Shu returned this ti, she not only ca back safely but appeared to be unhard, not even a hair out of place.
Qin Yuan was peeling the apple with extre concentration, seemingly lost in thought, to the point that Mo Jiantao had to call her several tis before she heard him.
Mo Jiantao, getting sowhat impatient, called out, "Qin Yuan!"
His voice suddenly rose in volu.
Startled, Qin Yuan accidentally cut her hand with the fruit knife, blood gushing out.
Qin Yuan imdiately brought her hand to her mouth, annoyed as she looked at Mo Jiantao, "Why did you suddenly scare !"
Mo Jiantao felt she was acting strangely, "I’ve been calling you for so long, what were you spacing out about?"
Qin Yuan suppressed her annoyance, "What did you call for?"
"I want to drink water," Mo Jiantao said, feeling quite justified, but then he imdiately turned to her hand, "Is your hand okay?"
Sotis Qin Yuan really thought this man was a bloody idiot, infuriating, but occasionally, a casual remark from him seed incredibly precious to her.
Qin Yuan sighed softly and went to pour him a glass of water.
The wound was not deep, and being in the hospital, she had a nurse bandage it up neatly.
That evening, Qin Yuan decided to stay in the hospital.
The VIP ward was designed with two bedrooms and a living room, and Qin Yuan went to rest in the other room so as not to disturb his healing.
Having just finished an infusion, Mo Jiantao was overwheld by drowsiness and soon fell asleep.
However, Qin Yuan lay tossing and turning in her bed, her mind filled with thoughts. What exactly did Mo Shu know? With such conviction in her tone, and those ambiguous words, could it be...
Did Mo Shu know that the one who had drugged Mo Jiantao years ago was not Sha Ling but her?
Once this thought popped into her head, it beca uncontrollable.
Qin Yuan was in a panic and picked up her phone to call an old friend.
The other party was the true liaison of the gang, clearly not soone who would be easily captured.
But this ti around, Mo Shu had completely cut off their arms in the shadows, resulting in massive losses for them.
Fortunately, these people had undergone strict training and had years of life-and-death camaraderie; they wouldn’t likely betray that person.
After making the call and confirming his safety, Qin Yuan finally cald down, placed her phone aside, and fell into a peaceful sleep.
But whether it was due to her panic and fear that day or a guilty conscience, Qin Yuan actually dread of sothing that had happened over a decade ago!
Back then, she was still living in the apartnt Mo Jiantao had bought for her.
The apartnt had everything.
Carrying a child in her womb, with the baby already well-ford, she had gone for a check-up; it was a boy.
The Mo Family’s incense was dwindling, and Mo Jiantao regarded this child with great importance.
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