Both of them were not people with low EQ. He believed that they could solve it by themselves …
Wen Han-woo wanted to smoke very much, but smoking was not allowed in the ward. He took the cigarette box and lighter and walked out of the balcony. This was the hospital's VIP ward. It was well-equipped and the room was very large. There was even a balcony.
The man's tall body leaned against the railing of the balcony. He held a cigarette in one hand and put the other in the pocket of his trousers. The night was dark, and a full moon hung in the sky. The moonlight shone gently on his body, but it couldn't eliminate the hostility on his body.
Tonight, he said too little. Everything clearly revolved around him, but he realized that every time he wanted to speak, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making it difficult for him to speak.
But now, he was standing alone on the balcony, smoking without restraint. He was familiar with the smell of nicotine. In such a quiet place, it was as if only his own breathing and heartbeat could slowly release the emotions in his body.
Wen Han-woo never had such thoughts before. It was really good to have money, power, and everything.
Perhaps it was because he had never lacked material needs since he was young that he didn't understand the concept of money. Ever since he took over the Wen Corporation, all the projects he worked on would cost more than a hundred million dollars. He didn't look at his bank account and his net worth because people outside would help him measure it. He had always been so high and mighty. He could do many things that ordinary people couldn't do in many places.
For example, now — the most simple thing was that he could smoke in the hospital ward.
Because he was rich, the ward he was in now was a VIP ward with a balcony and conditions. He could smoke in the ward.
But who would have thought that the things he enjoyed would need to be replaced with something else?
The Family Wen that others saw was so brilliant, but the real Family Wen's secrets were so unbearable.
Li Xiuqian's sudden appearance was completely out of his expectations. So now, he finally understood why the famous LK Group was willing to invest in the hotel service industry when the Wen Group had never been involved in it before.
So now, he also understood why Li Xiuqian, the mysterious leader who had never appeared in front of the media, personally came to sign the final contract. Why Wen Yuehua specially went back to that small town, and why Li Xiuqian seemed to be very emotional about it. Why Li Xiuqian's question was so strange and vaguely mentioned Wen Yuehua. And why did Xiao Yu feel that someone was following him during this period?
There were many good explanations for everything that had happened. He had come prepared, but he himself had been caught off guard.
Li Xiuqian was actually his biological father.
Thirty years ago, for the sake of his career, for the sake of money, and for the sake of his desire, he had given up on Wen Yuehua and him. Yet, he had schemed for so many years, and today, he had come to disrupt everyone's peaceful lives. Then, he had acted like a savior, telling everyone that one day, they would be grateful for his actions today.
What a joke!
The night wind blew, and Wen Han-woo's fringe floated in front of his forehead. He shook the cigarette butt in his hand, and just as he was about to raise it to his lips, he suddenly heard the sound of the moving door being opened behind him. Wen Yuehua's voice was exceptionally weak — —
"Hanwoo."
Wen Han-woo was stunned. He did not expect Wen Yuehua to wake up so quickly, and she should have gotten out of bed. He frowned, and his slender fingers moved slightly, and the cigarette between his fingers fell. This was the sixth floor. Fortunately, it was already night time, and there should be no one downstairs. And in this season, the humidity was heavier at night, so the cigarette butt should be extinguished quickly.
"Hanwoo."
Wen Yuehua shouted again. Wen Han-woo turned around, and as expected, he saw her face. Her face was pale, and her hands were tightly holding on to the edge of the door. It was as if calling out to him had drained most of her strength.
She had just had a miscarriage, and she could not get out of bed at all. At this time, it was indeed difficult for her.
Wen Han-woo walked over, reached out his large hand, and pressed directly on her shoulder. His voice was a little hoarse because he was smoking. "Why did you get out of bed? Don't you know your own situation? "
As he spoke, he bent down to carry Wen Yuehua, walked into the ward, and laid her back on the bed.
Wen Han-woo covered her with the blanket. Just as he was about to get up, Wen Yuehua grabbed his sleeve tightly. Her tears fell uncontrollably, and her voice was trembling and pitiful. "Hanwoo, I know that I really don't have the right to ask for your forgiveness now, but please don't ignore me. I really, really didn't want to go back to that time. I was only 18 years old then, and I really didn't know anything. You wouldn't understand how helpless I was at that time. I admit that there was a moment when I didn't want you anymore. I was too young, and I grew up in an environment like Family Wen. I had never suffered, and I didn't know what 'impossible' meant, but at that time, I was really scared."
"Don't be angry, Hanyu. I know that I can't hide anything from you now, and I don't want to lie to you anymore. I've let you down. I shouldn't be so selfish. For my own future, I let you be my elder brother's and sister-in-law's son. You're obviously my biological son, but I let you call me Little Aunt. But you have to believe that my blood isn't cold. When you called me Little Aunt for the first time, I really hid in my room and cried for an entire night. I know that it's very hypocritical for me to say this to you now, but I just want to tell you that I didn't want to.
Wen Han-woo's sleeve was tightly gripped by her. He could feel that Wen Yuehua's body was constantly trembling on the bed. Although he wasn't sure what a woman should pay attention to after a miscarriage, he still had the most basic common sense. It was definitely not good for her to cry too much at this time.
Suppressing his desire to sigh, Wen Han-woo's eyes flickered. Finally, he said in a low voice, "Rest well first. You can't be so agitated right now."
Wen Han-woo left. He didn't want to say anything about this matter now, but fortunately, his woman was still by his side.
There were many things that couldn't be solved at once, but there were some things that needed to be done.
For example, his and Xinwan's wedding.
That was already six months later. His and Xinwan's wedding was held on a small island. There weren't many people present, but they were definitely the people closest to him.
Their son was the flower boy. This was perhaps the best memory, and he would remember it for the rest of his life.
The vows at the wedding were the words he wanted to say to Xinwan. He loved her, and he vowed that he would never change his love for her.
— — End
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