Chapter 597
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"Who is he?" Nian Qingyun asked with a darkened face.
He was so angry that he even called her that intimately.
"He's my friend." Murong Cheng turned and smiled.
"Just a friend who came to pick you up right after the divorce?" Nian Qingyun was so angry that his veins were bulging.
"You're right. We're not ordinary friends. We're planning to go further. If you want to know more about us, you can follow our WeChat moments. I'll show off my happiness from time to time." Murong Cheng shook his hand off.
The man who was driving the Audi got out of the car and opened the door.
Murong Cheng got in gracefully.
"You're the one in finance." Nian Qingyun was so angry that he got out of the car to stop the man. "She used to be my wife. You're stealing her."
"That's why we were friends before. From now on, we're planning to go further. Thank you for letting her go." The man smiled at him politely, then started the car and merged into the traffic.
Nian Qingyun watched the car drive away, then looked at the divorce certificate in his hand.
He had been married for decades, but this was all he got.
They had nothing to do with each other anymore.
He regretted his impulsiveness.
If only he could turn back time.
Nian Junting drove Grandma Nian back to the Nian Mansion, then went to the company.
As he waited at the traffic light, he took out his phone and checked his WeChat moments. Nian Qingyun had posted a new message, 'Cherish the people around you.'
Nian Xi replied to her father, 'You're too late.'
Nian Qingyun, you're right, I'm too late.
Nian Junting commented, 'If it's you, there's no need to cherish her.'
Five minutes later, Nian Qingyun replied, 'You unfilial son.'
Nian Junting smiled.
If Leng Shuangwei hadn't been bedridden, he would have invited Sangsang to celebrate with him.
At the hospital, six o 'clock in the evening.
Jiang Qifei was dozing off by the bed. Suddenly, she heard Leng Zhe call out, "Shuangwei, you're awake?"
She hurriedly opened her eyes and saw Leng Shuangwei's weak eyes and pale lips.
"Shuangwei, you're finally awake." Jiang Qifei's tears fell onto the back of her hand. "I'll call the doctor right away."
After ringing the bell, the doctor came over to check on Leng Shuangwei. "The patient is out of danger. Rest well. Let us know if you feel any discomfort."
"Alright, thank you for your hard work, doctor." Leng Zhe sent the doctor away.
"Dad, has the murderer been caught? Is Grandma Nian okay? Is anyone else hurt?" Leng Shuangwei asked in a hoarse voice.
"You care about others. Why don't you think about yourself?" Jiang Qifei was heartbroken. "You're my only daughter. What would I do if anything happened to you? Even though Nian Junting's grandmother is Nian Junting's grandmother, you don't have to risk your life for her."
"Mom, even if it wasn't for Grandma Nian that day, I would have done the same thing. After all, I'm a police officer. This is my responsibility," Leng Shuangwei said weakly.
"Yeah, you're a police officer. You should be a civil servant instead of an armed police officer." Jiang Qifei stood up, her heart aching. "Do you know you can't do that anymore?"
"Can't what?" Leng Shuangwei felt uneasy.
"You'll find out sooner or later anyway," Leng Zhe said in a low and bitter voice, "Your uterus is injured, so it'll be very difficult for you to get pregnant in the future. It'll be very difficult even with artificial insemination or test-tube baby."
Leng Shuangwei grabbed the quilt tightly, as if she had been struck by lightning.
Child, what is it?
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