After contracting to have a child, the icy female CEO became addicted.

The smell of disinfectant filled the ward. Wen Ling moved her fingers, trying to sit up from the bed.

A feeling of discomfort spread through my abdomen, with mild, intermittent pain.

Lifting the blankets, Wen Ling saw a wound on her abdomen bandaged with gauze. It was a minimally invasive surgery, and the wound was very small.

Logically, she should still be unconscious at this time, but for some reason, she woke up as dawn was breaking.

The effects of the alcohol seemed not to have completely worn off; Wen Ling felt dizzy and her whole body was numb.

She braced herself against the edge of the bed, slowly moved off the bed, and, holding onto the IV pole, moved step by step to the sofa.

The closer you get, the stronger the smell of alcohol on Jiang Ran becomes.

Perhaps due to an overdose of adrenaline, Jiang Ran was sleeping soundly. He was curled up on the sofa, as if he were sleeping in a small bed, and he would fall off the sofa if you weren't careful.

The cool, distinct scent emanating from the man lingered around her nose, causing Wen Ling's legs to tremble. She leaned against the sofa, squeezing herself against the side of the sofa next to Jiang Ran's head.

Jiang Ran was lying down, her head pressed against Wen Ling's thigh.

The small sofa became cramped. Wen Ling loosened her grip on the IV pole, used both hands to hold Jiang Ran's head, and laboriously moved him onto her lap.

His snoring continued, completely unaware of the movement.

The pale light of dawn streamed in through the window, and Wen Ling watched him, observing his still somewhat youthful face.

She looked at Jiang Ran's eyebrows, then traced his eyes and lips downwards.

This was the first time in so long that Wen Ling had been forced to look at him so clearly and at such close range, while in pain.

Wen Ling suddenly remembered the men of her age she had met.

Jiang Ran is different from them.

In her thirties, Wen Ling had met many people her age. Most of them were mature and shrewd, and they always spoke in a glib and flattering manner, as if they knew her identity and status. They always flattered and respected her.

She didn't have much campus experience; the few times she did were at universities abroad, but she graduated early each time.

In life, apart from the pure love of school days, once you enter society, it's mostly about mutual benefit.

There's no way around it; people's age and experience naturally increase.

She had never met a young man like Jiang Ran, who was a full six years younger than her.

He's really daring.

You either like it or you don't.

He dared to so rashly agree to marry her, and yet he dared to so heartlessly ask for a divorce.

She will never meet someone like Jiang Ran again.

As I pondered, this thought suddenly came to mind.

In the vast sea of ​​people, among thousands of men and women, if she lost Jiang Ran, she would never find another one like him.

There's no one else who can replace her, no one else who has had these experiences with her, and no one else who would treat her so well after she hurt her self-esteem in such a hurtful way...

Qin Yiyao and Li Yicheng were clearly released by her on purpose, deliberately sent to cause trouble for Jiang Ran, so that she could then play the savior.

But Wen Ling never expected that the two people would be so stupid as to use such an extreme method of kidnapping to take revenge.

Jiang Ran didn't blame her.

Instead, he smiled and gave her a vivid life lesson in the car where she was picking him up.

And when Wen Zhi had her appendicitis attack this time, to be honest, Jiang Ran could have just ignored her, because it had nothing to do with him. It was Wen Zhi who kept getting them drunk. Even if something happened to her afterwards, it had nothing to do with Jiang Ran, and he couldn't be blamed for it.

But he still carried her out of the villa, called an ambulance for her, and even though he was exhausted, he stayed in the hospital room, curled up on the small sofa to sleep...

"Fool......"

Wen Ling placed her hand on Jiang Ran's high nose bridge, her lips curving slightly upwards as she muttered a curse under her breath.

"How could I possibly divorce you if you're like this..."

Without realizing it, Wen Ling uttered those words, her nose tingling and her eyes slightly reddening.

It's obviously very difficult to quit in the first place.

She clearly never intended to divorce Jiang Ran.

She clearly wanted Jiang Ran to stay with her forever.

Clearly...

"No rush..."

"Jiang Ran".

"I'm not in a hurry."

"Do whatever you want. Anyway, I'm already twenty-nine years old."

"I've already lived a third of my life, so what's a little more time?"

"Although my love came late, it's alright..."

"Thankfully, my love came from you."

Its daybreak.

The morning sun peeked out from behind the clouds, its dazzling light shining through the dark clouds, while birdsong echoed outside the window.

Dawn has finally arrived.

The anesthetic hit her brain, mixed with the dizzying smell of alcohol, and Wen Ling felt weak all over. Her head tilted to the side, and she fell asleep on the back of the sofa.

When the nurse pushed open the door and saw that the bed was empty, she let out a deafening scream.

"Patient number 6—"

The scream stopped abruptly when the nurse's gaze fell on the sofa at the other end of the ward.

She stared wide-eyed at the bizarre scene on the sofa!

Wen Ling, dressed in a hospital gown, sat on the sofa, her head tilted to one side, her hair disheveled. Jiang Ran's head lay near her lower abdomen, where she had just undergone surgery yesterday; turning her head would press on the wound...

"hiss!"

Awakened by the screams, Jiang Ran gasped, her limbs tingling and throbbing as if they had been hit by snowflakes.

What came into view, however, was Wen Ling's chin and the hospital gown she was wearing...

"Uh... my leg..."

Wen Ling also woke up.

Like Jiang Ran, her symptoms were not much better; her eye sockets were somewhat dark, and she looked exhausted.

Realizing she was still lying on Wen Ling's lap, Jiang Ran sat up with a jolt, ignoring the numbness in her limbs, and blurted out a scolding voice!

"Weren't you in a hospital bed?! How did you end up on the sofa?!"

"You seem to be sleeping very soundly..."

Wen Ling rubbed her slightly sore thighs and forced a smile, saying, "I wanted to come and keep you company..."

"Are you crazy?! Why would I, a perfectly healthy patient, need you to keep me company?! Don't you care about your health?!"

"Huh?"

Same as yesterday.

Jiang Ran's way of caring for her was truly different from others.

He said yesterday that when he scolded her, it was actually out of concern for her; he said it himself.

Moreover, Wen Ling didn't find his words offensive; on the contrary, she felt that he cared about her a lot.

Wen Ling suddenly realized something: if it were a stranger, would there be any accusation? They would probably just ignore it, and there would be no anger.

You get angry only if you care.

Like her sister Wenzhi.

Seeing someone you care about ruining themselves like this, no one could remain clear-headed and rational...