Lin Qianqian stood not far away in tattered clothes, cursing under her breath. Her branded clothes and expensive jewelry were all left behind in the rush. Liu Sheng and the Liu Family parents stood beside Lin Qianqian, their faces terribly grim. Not only were they set up, but they also ran into an explosion; their mood was utterly at rock bottom. Liu Sheng and Lady Liu, upon seeing her, immediately rushed over like a rooster ruffling its feathers. She wasn’t in the mood to argue with them now. Holding her child, she turned around, got into the car parked by the roadside, and sped away. She had a few properties in Jiangzhou and chose the nearest apartment where she occasionally stayed, so it was a temporary refuge. If she were to stay long-term, she would need to acquire more things. Leaving two maids to care for Anan, she went out to the hospital. Lin Peng’s situation was bleak. He was saved, but he ended up with hemiplegia, meaning he would spend the rest of his life in bed. Pan Yu looked at the woman walking in, clenching her teeth in hatred. "Lin Sili, you caused your father to end up , and you still have the face to come here?" Lin Sili said with a laugh, "Isn’t Aunt Pan mistaken? It was clearly Qianqian who harmed Dad, and at this point, Aunt Pan still wants to blame me? Do you think Dad will still believe you?" "Lin Sili, don’t you dare get proud." Lin Peng woke up, looked at Pan Yu, and with a half-dazed state, slapped her, angrily shouting, "Bitch, what a good daughter you raised." Though unconscious at the time, his mind was still clear, and he knew everything that happened afterward. Pan Yu clutched her face, teeth clenched, "You’re just a cripple now, what gives you the right to hit me, Lin Peng, I’ll fight you!" With that, she lunged at Lin Peng’s neck. Lin Sili let out a cold laugh, turned around, and walked out. Reaping what they sowed. During this time, the police came to find Yun Ya for investigation, but were all sent away by Yan Song. Yun Ya was also happy for the peace and quiet. Three days later, Yan Song’s injuries were almost healed. After Yun Ya personally changed his dressing, Yan Song hugged her and kissed her for a long while, then whispered in her ear, "I’m getting discharged today." Yun Ya frowned, "But your injuries haven’t completely healed." Yan Song chuckled, "These injuries are nothing to me. If I stay in the hospital any longer, I’ll go moldy." Yun Ya pursed her lips, "Alright then, make sure to change your bandages, don’t exhaust yourself at work. Don’t forget you’re still a patient." Yan Song kissed her lips, "Alright, I’ve got it all remembered." Yun Ya gave him a shove, "Enough, how am I supposed to face people later?" "Everyone knows you’re my wife, so it doesn’t matter if you meet people or not." With that, he lunged at her again. Yun Ya was speechless. In the past three days, she practically spent every moment on the bed. She didn’t even know who exactly was hospitalized, Yan Song or herself. "Enough already, can you let me get out of bed?" Her tone was coquettish, like a lotus blooming after the rain. Yan Song’s gaze grew deeper, knowing he couldn’t be reckless any longer, so he let her go. Yun Ya straightened up, smoothed out her wrinkled skirt, and glared at him, "I’m going out for a bit, behave yourself while I’m gone." Yan Song nodded with a smile. Yun Ya got up and left. Yan Song watched Yun Ya’s back, his eyes narrowing slightly. Don’t think he didn’t know she was going to see Ning Zihuan. His fists clenched with a "crack, crack" sound. After Yun Ya left, he threw off the covers and got out of bed. Chapters first released on novel⚑fire.net "Miss." Seeing Yun Ya come in, Yanyan pouted resentfully. This young master was really awful, a total devil. He would throw things over the slightest disagreement. He looked so well-behaved, how could he be so violent? Ning Zihuan was sitting on the hospital bed with a bright smile, showing not a hint of murderous intent. Yanyan secretly grumbled, his face changed faster than flipping through a book. "Yun Ya, you finally came to see me." "I heard you weren’t eating well? And throwing things?" Yun Ya looked around the hospital room, which couldn’t be cleaner. The truth was, everything that could be thrown had been hurled by this young master. Ning Zihuan widened his eyes, looking very innocent, "Who slandered me?" "Slander?" Yun Ya couldn’t help but laugh. If she didn’t know what kind of vile personality lay under this innocent exterior, she might as well have not known him at all. "If you don’t eat properly, your body won’t get the nutrients, and your leg injury won’t heal. Are you trying to end up disabled?" Yun Ya spoke gently, looking at his cast-covered leg. Ning Zihuan snorted, "I like it this way, what about it?" "Fine, fine, after all, it’s your own body; I can’t make you. I hate cripples the most, so if you go out in the future, don’t say you know me." With that, she turned around to leave.