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

This was said about him.

Wen Ling spoke so harshly to him, yet she did so many things to that "kid" that he had never seen before.

Weng Bingyun had met that "child".

In that brief encounter at the Junlan Mansion villa, he initially thought the "child" was just the younger brother of Wen Ling's friend or relative, or perhaps a hired servant. Little did he know that he was the "husband" Wen Ling had found, and the one who had turned Wen Ling into this person.

Weng Bingyun was about the same age as Wen Ling and had equally rich experience. He saw through her in just one meeting.

"So, when you came to me and asked me to marry you, it was actually just to spite him?"

With his eyes fixed on Wen Ling, Weng Bingyun succinctly revealed the truth.

"You can finally understand human speech."

Wen Ling sneered, leaning back against the headboard, sitting upright with an air of composure, and said indifferently, "So, you can get out now?"

"..."

No man could withstand such an insult.

Even the experienced Weng Bingyun.

With the Weng family's wealth and influence, winning over an ordinary woman would be incredibly easy. But Weng Bingyun wouldn't even look at such a woman. The only woman he had his eye on, Wen Ling, was using him as a pawn from beginning to end.

First she made him take over the business, then she told him that she was using him to spite her husband.

What is he? A toy?!

Even the usually humble and gentle Weng Bingyun couldn't hold back any longer. He stared intently at Wen Ling, his fists clenched, "Wen Ling, do you know what you're doing?"

Wen Ling didn't bother to look at him. She simply took out her phone, focused her gaze on the screen, and tapped away rapidly with her fingers.

Weng Bingyun's anger was simply ignored.

Wen Ling didn't treat him like a human being at all!

Weng Bingyun gritted her teeth and said, "Over the years, I, Weng Bingyun, believe I've done nothing to you. You wanted to start a technology company, and I, Weng Bingyun, gave you nearly half of my wealth. In the end, not only did I not even get a smile from you, but you never even treated me like a human being?!"

It's so annoying.

Weng Bingyun is too noisy.

Wen Ling didn't even lift her eyelids, just stared at her phone, and said indifferently, "You already know, why are you asking? Get lost."

"grass!"

Weng Bingyun broke down.

Suppressing the urge to rush forward and tear Wen Ling to pieces, Weng Bingyun threatened, "Fine, very good, excellent!"

Weng Bingyun never imagined that she would end up being nothing more than a pawn being used.

He gave Wen Ling a deep look, the gloom in his eyes impossible to hide. Weng Bingyun didn't say anything more, straightened his suit collar, and left the ward.

In the corridor, Weng Bingyun saw Jiang Ran coming with a nurse.

Jiang Ran also saw him, but he didn't intend to say anything more to this person.

As they brushed past each other, Jiang Ran heard Weng Bingyun's light, airy voice say, "Don't think you've succeeded just like that. We'll see!"

"what?"

Jiang Ran was stunned, and turned her head blankly, only to see Weng Bingyun leave without looking back.

Jiang Ran scratched his head, not quite understanding what he had succeeded at.

This is utterly baffling!

Hearing the nurse open the door, Jiang Ran didn't think much of it and went inside.

It was the same nurse who came to change the dressing this morning.

Seeing the wound on Wen Ling's right hand, the nurse's lips twitched, and she couldn't help but scold her, "You patient, you need to take care of your health! This kind of self-inflicted pain is practically a death sentence! Do you have no regard for your life?"

"..."

This also stems from concern.

Wen Ling understood and wasn't angry. She just touched her nose awkwardly, relieved that Jiang Ran had finally come back.

Jiang Ran just stood there, acting as if it were none of my business.

After scolding Wen Ling, the nurse turned around and started criticizing Jiang Ran, "I'm telling you, young man, your sister is in this state, and you're not even taking good care of her. You've ruined such beautiful hands. If you don't take good care of them, what if they get scars later? Doesn't your sister care about her appearance?"

"..."

What does this have to do with me? It wasn't me who caused it...

Jiang Ran blinked, her face completely innocent.

"He is not my brother."

Wen Ling's voice suddenly rang out. She leaned against the headboard, glanced at the nurse, and then looked at Jiang Ran. Suddenly, the corners of her lips turned up a few degrees, and she looked at him with a faint smile.

The nurse was taken aback, but quickly recovered, saying while changing the dressing, "Even if he's not your brother, you can't do this! A caregiver should act like they're looking after a patient, you..."

He is my husband.

"Since he's a husband, he should..."

The nurse was about to continue speaking when she suddenly realized something. She paused, looked up abruptly, stared blankly at Wen Ling, and then looked back at Jiang Ran.

A relationship between an older woman and a younger man?!

this......

Lying on the hospital bed, her somewhat round face was delicate, but her gentle temperament already carried a sense of wealth and prosperity, and her figure was also incredibly good.

One of them stood at the foot of the bed, looking timid and submissive, like a recent college graduate working hard in the workforce, but surprisingly, he was quite tall and really good-looking.

They are evenly matched in terms of looks.

However, the two have completely different temperaments.

It's just like those who were kept by sugar daddies back then...

"You, you...you're already married?"

The nurse almost bit her tongue because she misspoke.

"We are now at..."

Before Jiang Ran could even utter the words "cooling-off period for divorce," Wen Ling interrupted her.

Yes, we already have one child.

Wen Ling looked at Jiang Ran with a smile, pointed to the lunchbox on the bedside table with her left hand, and said with a smile, "Honey, come here and feed me."

"..."

How come there's a hint of sweetness in this incongruous scene, that "husband" call?

Jiang Ran saw the cunning in Wen Ling's eyes. He had witnessed it firsthand today; she actually had this kind of wicked sense of humor.

Too lazy to explain to passersby, Jiang Ran didn't say anything more and went straight to the bedside to open the lunchbox.

The delicate aroma of millet porridge mingled with the scent of stir-fried tofu filled the air.

Wen Ling's lips twitched a few times; she did indeed feel a little hungry.

He had already opened his lunchbox when he saw the nurse still staring blankly at him and Wen Ling. Jiang Ran patted her shoulder and reminded her, "What are you standing there for? Get to work."

"Ah... Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

As if she had just thought of something, the nurse blushed and quickly lowered her head to begin immersing herself in bandaging.

They used a new medication, and this time they applied it to Wenling's left hand.

Watching the two of them lovingly feeding each other, the nurse couldn't help but add before leaving, "Sir, you'd better keep a close eye on your wife this time. Don't let her shake her hand again, or next time the injection will have to be in her foot..."