My mother sighed. "Isn't it too early for him to know about this? You two are really too much. You only have a few days left. Why can't you wait any longer?"
At this time, my father glared at me. "To be honest, Han Hao is a good kid. But his family, status, and background … I don't think he's good enough for you."
I pursed my lips. "Dad, feelings and status can't be measured together. I really like Han Hao, and I'm willing to be with him. But I need time to heal the wounds Duanmu Que has inflicted on me."
My mother stroked my hair. "Li Er, do you still love Duanmu Que?" I lowered my head and didn't say anything. My mother hugged me. "Poor child," she said. "This is the most heart-wrenching feeling."
My father looked at me. "How about this? I'll find some time to talk to Han Hao and see what he thinks. You rest well. Your mother and I will go back first."
"I haven't talked to my daughter enough. Why are you in such a hurry to go back? Besides, if we let her stay here now, when she's discharged from the hospital, will she have to go back to the Duanmu Family? I don't expect them to treat our daughter well. What if she really hurts her body? What if she really hurts the child? What do you want me to do? "My mother's eyes reddened again. I quickly reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
My father looked at my mother very calmly. "That won't happen. There are only a few days left. Just hold on a little longer. If we choose to force a divorce at this time, it will be very disadvantageous for the Red Minghui." My father turned to look at me. "Li Er," he said. "It's been hard on you. Just stay here for a few more days, and everything will be fine."
I looked at my father and smiled. "I understand, Dad."
After my mother said a few more words, my father pulled my mother out of the room. I was the only one left in the large room. I lay on the bed, the wound on my chest still aching. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned over and reached for the glass on the bedside table. But just as I was about to reach for it, a hand reached out and held the glass in front of me. I looked up. It was none other than Duanmu Que.
I reached out and took the glass. He held my shoulder and propped up my pillow, making it easier for me to lean against the headboard. I took a sip of water and looked at Duanmu Que. "Thank you," I said.
Duanmu Que reached for a chair and sat on the bedside table. He didn't say anything, but just stared at me. Duanmu Que looked at me with a gentle gaze. I was getting more and more confused about what he was thinking. Seeing that he didn't intend to speak, I had no choice but to break the awkward silence. I looked at Duanmu Que and asked, "Why did you come back?"
Duanmu Que still didn't answer. He looked at my face, then shifted his gaze downwards. He stared at the spot on my chest where he'd hit me. I blushed instantly. I was too embarrassed to ask, so I turned my head away to avoid looking at him.
Duanmu Que suddenly reached out and unbuttoned my shirt. My breasts were exposed in front of Duanmu Que. He stared at my breasts. I quickly covered them and glared at him. "What are you doing?"
He didn't say anything. He stood up, grabbed my hand, and moved my arm away. He continued to stare at my chest with great pleasure. I struggled with all my might, but he held my hand tightly. My face flushed red, and I shouted at Duanmu Que, "What are you doing!"
Duanmu Que looked at me and let go of my hand. I quickly buttoned up my shirt. I stared at Duanmu Que, and he stared back at me. Duanmu Que pointed at my chest and said, "It hurts, doesn't it? It's bruised."
I was stunned. Duanmu Que had unbuttoned my shirt to see where he'd hit me. I calmed down a little. Still clutching my chest, I said to Duanmu Que, "It's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore. The doctor said that I can be discharged in two days." I glanced at him and turned my head away. "It's one step closer to the date of your divorce. You won't be upset when you see me."
Duanmu Que looked at me. He lowered his voice and said, "I suddenly made a decision. I don't want a divorce anymore. As long as I give up on the divorce before the deadline, you will still be my wife."
Hearing Duanmu Que say that, I was shocked. I looked at Duanmu Que and asked, "You can't take back what you've said. Are you treating our relationship as a joke? When I didn't want to give up on you, you chose to give up on me. When I gave up on you, you came to pester me. What do you mean? I've told you before. I'm not a toy. "
Duanmu Que stood up and supported himself on the edge of my bed. His face gradually came closer to mine. I stepped back, and he came closer. When he was about to touch my face, Duanmu Que reached out and held my chin. He looked at me and said, "Don't think that I don't want to divorce you because I have feelings for you. It's because I don't want you to be with Han Hao. Instead of wishing you happiness, I'd rather break you up."
Hearing Duanmu Que say that, I was angry. I reached out and slapped him, but I didn't use too much strength. Perhaps it was because my body was too weak. Duanmu Que looked at me and sneered. He looked at me and said, "Cold Glaze, I don't want anyone else to have what I can't have. I also won't let anyone else have what I don't want."
I pushed Duanmu Que, but because my body was too weak, my forehead started to sweat. My face was pale, and I collapsed on the bed. Duanmu Que saw that something was wrong with me, so he quickly put me down. He ran out of the room and shouted for the doctor. Not long after, the doctor came. It was the same doctor who had treated me at the beginning. She glared at me and gave me a simple checkup. Then, she looked at me and said meaningfully, "Good, it's nothing serious." She turned and looked at Duanmu Que, who was standing to the side, and said loudly, "The patient's body is too weak. She needs to rest. Don't do anything to agitate the patient. Give the patient enough time to rest." Then, she glared at Duanmu Que and left with the nurse.
Duanmu Que stood there and looked at me with a serious expression. It seemed that my sudden situation had frightened him. He stood to the side without saying a word. Although he looked calm, he was probably very conflicted inside. I looked at him standing there like a block of wood. I sighed and looked at him, saying, "You should go back. It's getting late and I'm tired. I want to rest for a while."
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