After the old lady left, Xu Jingyi wanted to come in, but was stopped by Chao Chao.
Xu Jingyi was filled with anger because Shen Nian was injured. She no longer cared about who Dynasty was and growled: "Get out of my way."
Dynasty grabbed her, pulled her to a corner, and lowered his voice:
"Xu Jingyi, even if you are Shen Nian's good friend, you can't interfere in her emotional affairs. No one can help with her emotional affairs."
No one can help with emotional matters.
These words made Xu Jingyi calm down.
She stood in the corridor, looking at the tall figure under the ward window. After hesitating for a while, she turned around and stepped into the ward.
There was never any time when Xu Jingyi hated Fu Hanye. No matter how handsome he was, how rich he was, or what his family background was, he would not dare to hurt her thoughts. However, at this time, she could not do anything.
Because what Wang Chao said makes sense.
When Fu Hanye came in, Shen Nian was reaching for the water cup. Because the wound on her chest was too painful, she couldn't sit up and lay down to get the water cup. The cup was a little far away from her. Even though she tried to stretch her hand, her fingertips were still there. Can't find a glass of water.
When Fu Hanye saw this, he immediately took the water glass, opened the lid, and handed it to her hand.
When she took the cup, she said in an indifferent voice without any emotion:
"Thanks."
The words indifference and alienation hit Fu Hanye's chest like a hammer.
"Shen Nian..."
Perhaps because of staying up late, Fu Hanye's voice was slightly hoarse.
"I didn't expect this to happen. You... suffered."
Shen Nian pulled his lips and smiled softly. The smile was so beautiful, as pale as a ghost:
"Mr. Fu, if there's nothing else, I want to take a rest."
Shen Nian drank some water, and the color of her snow-white lips gradually returned to rosy. Fu Hanye took the water glass and put it in its place. The woman had not looked at him since he came in.
It made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"No one would have thought of what happened last night. When I heard that something happened to you, I rushed over as soon as possible. I can understand that you are angry, and I can also give you time, but, Shen Nian, between us, It shouldn’t be so strange.”
Shen Nian really wanted to laugh, but she held back:
"You rushed here as soon as possible, I should be grateful to you, right?"
Fu Hanye's eyes flashed, and just as he was about to say something, someone knocked on the door, and the two of them looked at the door at the same time.
At the door, stood a woman as pale as a lonely soul. The woman was wearing a hospital gown, her hair was disheveled, her face was as pale as a piece of paper, and she was as fragile as a ghost that could disappear at any time.
"Miss Shen."
It wasn't until the woman spoke that Shen Nian knew that the ghost-like woman walking towards her was indeed Qiao An'an.
Qiao Anan glanced at Fu Hanye. She came to Shen Nian's bed and said in a hard voice:
"It's all my fault, I'm sorry, Miss Shen."
Shen Nian's eyes fell from her snow-white face to her hands under the hospital gown.
The woman's hand was stuck with a needle, and there was tape on the needle. Shen Nian couldn't see her wrist, but she could guess that there should be a hideous wound there from last night that had not yet scarred.
The smile on Shen Nian's lips seemed to be there but not at all:
"What are you sorry for?"
Qiao Anan looked stunned. After a while, she slowly said:
"If it weren't for me, Brother Hanye would have stayed by your side to protect you, and nothing like this would have happened to you, and..."
Her gaze swept towards the silent man standing opposite, her eyes full of infatuation that she didn't want to hide:
"After all, you are Han Ye's brother Ming Yuan's wife."
Shen Nian curled his lips, and the smile in his eyes was equally desolate and sad:
"Ms. Qiao, you still don't know that I am the wife he is marrying?"
"I would like to ask Miss Qiao, does Miss Qiao know that your fans are scolding you so badly online?"
Qiao Anan looked apologetic:
"I made it very clear to them that they love me so much that they are so crazy. I apologize if it has caused you any trouble."
Shen Nian closed his eyes slightly and breathed out:
"Need not."
"I can't bear it. I'm just an ordinary person. How can I accept the apology from a big star? It's all the fault of those idiotic fans and it has nothing to do with Miss Qiao."
Qiao Anan cried.
Tears streaming down his face.
She sobbed:
"Miss Shen, I really don't know why they said that? My assistant also stopped me, but they were so crazy and a little perverted, and... they just said what happened between me and Brother Han Ye... ...The feelings of the past are the past, Miss Shen, if you are jealous, I don’t know what to say."
Shen Nian suddenly became angry.
She restrained herself from going crazy:
"Ms. Qiao, you are not sorry for me. It was me who was stupid, stupid, and stupid. Three years ago, I got a marriage certificate with someone because I was crazy."
After saying this, she looked at Fu Hanye with eyes as cold as frost:
"Mr. Fu, I have already given you the divorce agreement. Please move your noble hand, sign your name, and then send the agreement to where I live. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other."
Fu Hanye saw Shen Nian's anger.
Although Qiao Anan's face was calm, she was secretly happy in her heart.
She acted out such a painful drama, and this was her purpose.
"No, no, no, no, Miss Shen, it's impossible for me and brother Han Ye. We are just brothers and sisters. I hope you don't misunderstand."
After saying that, the woman slowly retreated. Her figure was like the wind supporting a willow tree, and she looked so pitiful.
Shen Nian sneered:
"Mr. Fu, why are you still here? Aren't you going to pursue your sweetheart?"
She raised her eyebrows and asked coldly.
Fu Hanye frowned and said:
"You don't have to carry a gun and a stick like this when you talk. I was negligent in this matter, and she is also a victim."
The angry breath rushed straight to her forehead. Shen Nian took a breath and suppressed the anger in her heart:
"How is she a victim?"
"Even if she has depression, did I make her depressed?"
Fu Hanye stared at her with strange eyes:
"Shen Nian."
With his throat rolling, the man spoke word by word:
"I have a certain responsibility for her depression. If you hadn't used tricks to tell her the news, would she have gotten sick? We agreed to have a hidden marriage, but you decided to leak the news."
Fu Hanye's words were somewhat reproachful.
Shen Nian couldn't bear it, so she asked:
"When did I reveal the news to her?"
Wasn't their relationship revealed through the media?
Seeing that Shen Nian refused to admit it, Fu Hanye looked at her with cold and astringent eyes:
"The first time, you sent her a message anonymously. I've read the content. The number you used was your trumpet called "Yi Wei". The second time, before the accident, you sent her a message in front of her. So many reporters said those words, and it was precisely because of those words that An An cut her wrists for the second time. Last night, if she had been a few seconds late, she would not have been able to be rescued."
"Shen Nian, I don't mean to blame you, but sometimes you can't go too far, and you have to be merciful and merciful. You were once so kind..."
