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

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Before Weng Bingyun could even get angry after her hand was flung away, she heard this sentence.

He had just thought that Jiang Ran was at least self-aware enough to make room for him, but now it seemed that Wen Ling was the one threatening him.

At the ward door, Jiang Ran froze, her hand twitching as she turned to leave. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Wait, isn't my older brother here? Why are you yelling at me like that?!"

"...?"

Weng Bingyun was stunned.

No, he had never dared to speak to Wen Ling like that before. The Jiang Ran he investigated had no background or family, wasn't he just a gigolo?!

Wen Ling's eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at Jiang Ran and commanded him, "Come here!"

"...Are you calling a dog?"

Are you coming or not?

"...I'm not going."

"If you dare not come, I'll have Chen Jingyu fired!"

"..."

ill.

Come again?

Jiang Ran didn't rush out, nor did he go over. He just stood at the door, looking at Wen Ling, and said, "Just tell me what you want. I've already bought you food and put your phone on the table. What else do I need to do?"

Seeing that he no longer intended to leave, Wen Ling finally felt a little relieved.

She knew very well that if she didn't make things clear today, this farce would never end.

Moreover, Weng Bingyun is not a human being, so she can't get her phone and can't call someone to come and drive him away.

She sat down on the hospital bed, holding onto the bedside railing, and looked only at Jiang Ran: "I want you to come and feed me."

"Xiao Ling, I..."

"Shut up! You have no right to speak here!"

"..."

Weng Bingyun's face darkened completely after repeatedly trying to get closer to Wen Ling, only to be rejected time and time again.

Seeing that Jiang Ran was still standing at the door without moving, Wen Ling disregarded her foul language and narrowed her eyes, "It's fine if you don't come over, just give me my phone."

She pointed, gesturing for Jiang Ran to come over.

This request isn't unreasonable.

After all, she still had a sprained ankle and couldn't reach her phone.

Jiang Ran sighed, went to the coffee table, picked up her phone, and walked towards the bed.

"Here you are."

The phone was handed over, but Wen Ling didn't take it at all. Instead, she grabbed Jiang Ran's wrist tightly.

Jiang Ran hadn't expected her to have such strength. His wrist hurt a little from the sharp points of her nails. He frowned and said, "Didn't you want your phone? Why are you grabbing me?"

"I'm afraid you'll run away."

Wen Ling pulled him along, her tone crisp and decisive, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to her side.

Jiang Ran hadn't expected her to be so strong; she stumbled and almost fell against Wen Ling.

His gaze fell upon the bloodstains on the back of Wen Ling's hand.

That was blood that had burst out from the violent removal of the needle. Now, due to Wen Ling's force, the blood that had already begun to scab over was squeezed out again.

His eyes darkened, and he said in a flat tone, "Why would I run away? Your older brother is already here; if I stay here, wouldn't I be a third wheel?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wen Ling pull his arm and use his strength to stand up.

Right in front of Weng Bingyun, Wen Ling moved a little closer and gave Jiang Ran a quick kiss on the cheek.

"..."

The atmosphere became tense for a moment.

Standing by the window, Weng Bingyun stared wide-eyed at this unbelievable scene, this proactive act by Wen Ling...

Jiang Ran was also stunned.

He thought Wen Ling was going to stand up and move, but who would have thought she stood up just to kiss him?!

"It's not a light bulb."

The real feeling of her lips landing on Jiang Ran's cheek finally put Wen Ling's mind at ease. She took a deep breath, grabbed his arm with both hands, and stared at him earnestly, saying, "Will you feed me?"

Wen Ling's voice sounded somewhat weak and faint.

She hadn't been sleeping well, had drunk so much alcohol, undergone surgery, and gone through so much trouble; her body was already completely broken.

Although it wasn't his fault, these things were somehow connected to him.

He brought Wen Ling to the hospital.

She had helped him a lot, and she had paid for the entire trip. Jiang Ran didn't want to get involved, but he couldn't be irresponsible.

After a moment's thought, Jiang Ran gave a muffled "hmm" and helped Wen Ling onto the bed.

The lunchbox was on the other bedside table. Looking at Wen Ling's tightly clenched hand, Jiang Ran sighed, "Sister Wen, why don't you let go of me first?"

"don't want!"

They finally managed to catch Jiang Ran, but who knows if he's just using this as an excuse to leave again?

In her panic, Wen Ling subconsciously retorted.

Jiang Ran paused, then pointed to the lunchbox on the other side and said, "How am I supposed to get my food if you're pulling me like this?"

"..."

It seems that this is indeed the problem.

Wen Ling also saw the lunchbox on the other side of the bed. Her arm stiffened for a moment, but she didn't let go immediately.

"Then promise me first that you'll go around to that side to feed me, not that you're leaving."

"...What kind of ridiculous request is this? I've already agreed to feed you, why are you leaving?"

"Promise me first!"

"Okay, I promise you, alright?"

"Swear it."

"..."

"Hurry up, or I'll starve to death!"

"You're truly a god."

Jiang Ran muttered a complaint, then said helplessly, "Fine, fine, I swear, if I leave, may I be struck by lightning, okay?"

"No, it's not poisonous enough."

"Are you ever going to stop?"

"..."

Faced with Wen Ling's earnest gaze, Jiang Ran was truly at a loss. He could only bite the bullet and say, "Then how about this, I swear, if I leave, may I never get rich for the rest of my life. That's vicious enough, isn't it?"

After staring at him for a long time, Wen Ling finally let go.

The moment his wrist was released, several finger marks were clearly visible. Jiang Ran raised his hand and rubbed it a few times, then ignored Weng Bingyun and walked towards the door with his head down.

Seeing this, Wen Ling, who had just lain down on the bed, sat bolt upright. "Where are you going?! Didn't you say..."

"Please, Sister Wen, your hands are bleeding so much, shouldn't I at least call someone to treat your wounds before feeding you?"

"Bang!"

The door is closed.

The ward fell silent again.

Because of Jiang Ran's words, Wen Ling felt a needle-like pain on the back of her hand. Two red streaks of blood flowed down her wrist, and the wounds had already begun to scab over.

He was the only one who noticed it.

He was just jealous.

Wen Ling's lips curled up slightly, but her peripheral vision fell on Weng Bingyun, who had been standing by the window for a long time. The smile that had just appeared on Weng Bingyun's face vanished instantly.

Her voice was light and airy, yet cold and distant, ringing out without even a glance: "What? Aren't you going to get lost?"