But now...
He’s so worried, he could die from it, probably wishing he could rush up and take Nangong Yaoling’s place in caring for her.
Yet he has to pretend like it’s no big deal.
His disguise and pretense feel like he’s rubbing salt into her wound.
Nangong Zhongli is dying from hatred inside. But he only bears the pain, looking at Liang Shaochen.
One hand grabs his arm.
He speaks, "Shaochen, no matter what, Xiaonuan is still my sister-in-law. She’s also our friend. By both emotions and reason, I should go see her."
"Shaochen, will you co with ?"
Nangong Zhongli asks.
Liang Shaochen’s body stiffens a bit, looking at Nangong Zhongli.
He reaches out, touches her cheek, and smiles: "Alright."
Nangong Zhongli smiles, takes his arm, and walks outside.
However, it’s obvious that Liang Shaochen’s steps are much faster than usual.
Every step seems like he wishes to make it two.
Nangong Zhongli follows by his side, having to hasten her pace as well.
Looking at the handso side profile of the man beside her, his jaw tight, his entire being seems to exude a repressive vibe.
No matter how perfectly he disguises himself, ultimately, he can’t fool his own heart, nor can he fool her eyes.
Or perhaps, her heart.
A woman’s intuition can sotis be very accurate. When a man beside you truly places you first in his heart, you can feel it.
However, she’s never felt that sense of being cherished by Liang Shaochen.
Because he has given all his love and care to another woman.
A married woman.
Nangong Zhongli feels her heart bleeding. With each step, the drops of blood behind her open roses one by one on the golden carpet.
How ironic.
Her eyes carry pain, yet her chin is slightly lifted.
Xia Qiqi, all of this is your doing, don’t bla ...
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Outside the ergency room at the hospital.
Nangong Yaoling clenches his fists, eyes fixed on the door of the ward.
His entire face is almost bloodless, with a chilling and bloodthirsty aura emanating from his entire being.
Qin Yi and several bodyguards are stationed not far away.
Qin Yi looks at the man’s silhouette and can’t help but furrow his brows.
How could the Young Mistress suddenly have stomach pains again?
Hopefully, nothing happens. Young Master cares so much about this child, he’s been waiting for so many days; if sothing happens now, who knows if he’ll fall apart.
And the Young Mistress... she adores this child too.
"Xiaonuan! What’s wrong with Xiaonuan?" At this mont, Qi Yue rushes over from afar, looking at Qin Yi and asks.
"The Young Mistress is still undergoing examinations, we don’t yet know," Qin Yi replies.
Qi Yue stomps her feet anxiously.
"Xiaonuan was just fine a mont ago, how could she suddenly..."
Tang Yan, beside her, hurriedly says, "We don’t know what’s going on yet, don’t worry."
Qi Yue shakes her head helplessly.
Tang Yan looks at Nangong Yaoling’s tall figure; this man usually gives off an impression of arrogance and invincibility.
But now, his silhouette carries a trace of pain and loneliness.
And a cold, unapproachable aura.
What kind of feelings can pull a man of such high standing down to ground level in an instant?
At this mont, he seems no longer like the noble Prince Nangong, but just a husband anxiously waiting for news of his beloved wife...
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