Bao Shaojin arched his brows and didn’t intend to hide anything, "Aunt An, I didn’t mean to pry into your privacy." The man’s face was stern, and although his tone was apologetic, there was not a hint of remorse on his face. This arrogant posture was fully revealed in him. "I don’t mean to blame you." An Ying wasn’t someone who didn’t know how to appreciate kindness. Bao Shaojin pondered for a few seconds, a hint of coldness flashed across his face, "These days, Su Jianteng sent people to the hospital looking for you, but my people chased them away." Upon hearing this nauseating name, An Ying looked terrified. "Yes." Bao Shaojin slightly raised his brows, "Aunt An, if you trust me, you can leave this matter to me completely." His expression was serious, completely unlike a casual remark. "Mr. Bao, we are not related, so there’s no need to trouble you." An Ying spoke. "Aunt An, no need to be polite, just call me Shaojin." Bao Shaojin’s dark eyes were clear and bright. "No matter how much you know about the reason I’m hurt, please don’t tell my daughter." An Ying’s tone carried a bit of helplessness. "Alright." Bao Shaojin replied in a deep voice. The man’s manner was noble, like a steep and towering mountain, powerful and proud. "Thank you." An Ying’s words were sincere. The reason she maintained a distant and cold attitude toward the man in front of her was likely that in him, An Ying vaguely saw the shadow of someone. Their appearances were equally extraordinary, and even that innate commanding aura was remarkably similar. The quiet hospital room. Soon returned to tranquility, and where Bao Shaojin had lingered just a moment ago, there was no trace left, as if the man had never appeared in this night sky. Yanyan was draped in a thin nightgown, and as she walked, her proud figure was faintly visible under the translucent fabric. She carried a cup of tea in her hand and gracefully walked to the sofa. Yanyan called softly, while placing the cup on the coffee table. Su Jianteng listened to the woman’s voice, his face showing no change. "Is your wound hurting?" Yanyan anxiously leaned toward the man, staring at his forehead. The wound had already scabbed over, so it shouldn’t be hurting, she thought to herself. "Is there no end?" Su Jianteng’s brow turned cold, his voice loud. "I’m sorry." Yanyan quickly lowered her head, her once rosy face turning pale in an instant. She remembered when the man, injured, came to the apartment, he became moody, flaring up at the drop of a hat. She tried to ask about the cause of his injury, only to be met with a warning. Now, he was inexplicably angry again, and Yanyan, frightened, took a step back, her hands instinctively resting on her stomach. A small life was already growing inside. Yanyan slightly raised her head, seeing the man’s gloomy face, her lips parted gently, "Jianteng, I..." "I’m leaving." Su Jianteng stood up, full of anger, not paying any attention to the woman who wanted to speak but didn’t. Latest content publıshed on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 After the man left, Yanyan lowered her head and silently stared at her stomach for a long time. Downstairs parking lot. The assistant quickly got out of the car when the elevator door opened and opened the backseat door, "Mr. Su." Su Jianteng squinted slightly and got into the car to sit down. Once the car was moving, the assistant began to report, "The hospital still refuses to let you visit." "What do you think of this?" There was a glint of something deep in Su Jianteng’s eyes. "Miss An might have some backing; we couldn’t find any information from the people we sent." "Humph." Su Jianteng snorted coldly, a trace of disdain flashing across his face. Such a beauty, how could she not have some man indulging her? And to think he believed her to be a virtuous and chaste woman. Turns out, not so much. "The hospital Miss An stays at is owned by the Qin Family; maybe it’s the Qin Family that’s protecting her?" The assistant cautiously speculated. If An Ying was really protected by the Qin Family, then he indeed dared not act rashly. The Qin Family’s reputation in T City was known for being "crazy," and the outcome for anyone who crossed them was simply unbearable to imagine. "Renew the payment at the hospital and call back the people we sent to keep watch." Su Jianteng ordered. "Any updates from the lady’s side recently?" Su Jianteng leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes slightly, his face full of exhaustion. The beauty wasn’t in his grasp, and instead, both sides suffered losses, which indeed left him exasperated. The assistant carefully watched the road, reporting, "Madam Su has been at the Meng Family lately." "Xu Ming went home?" Su Jianteng opened his eyes, looking surprised. Receiving confirmation, Su Jianteng displayed a thoughtful expression. Previously, the Su Family, with the support of the Meng Family, gradually expanded its business territory. Su Jianteng knew very well that without the Meng Family’s support, their Su Company wouldn’t have the success it has today, and he would merely be living in an average household in T City. Su Jianteng once thought the Meng Family would always be close to the Su Family, but unexpectedly, ever since Xu Ming fell ill, there had been little interaction between the Su Family and the Meng Family. During this period, Su Jianteng tried several times to visit the Meng Family Head, but was always met with avoidance. Over the years, Su Jianteng also lost hope in this family relationship. Now, hearing about his wife and Xu Ming’s close contact again, his emotions surged uncontrollably, especially since he’d recently heard some rumors about the piece of land in "Jianjia Alley". Perhaps he could rely on the Meng Family’s connection to purchase that piece of land? Thinking of this, Su Jianteng immediately sat up energetically, "Go to the jewelry store and pick a piece of jewelry suitable for the wife; I’m going home tonight." The assistant was stunned for a moment, "Got it." During An Ying’s hospital stay, she received the fullest care throughout. An Yin would visit the Deputy Director’s office every day to inquire about An Ying’s condition, and over time, the Deputy Director developed a deep impression of this little girl. Aunt Zhang’s character was kind and warm, and after taking care of An Ying, she would always find an excuse to rest in the inner room, in fact, to leave space for the mother and daughter. Facing such an understanding Aunt Zhang, An Ying felt grateful and grew closer to her. As for Bao Shaojin, he only appeared once every few days, but the time he spent there was not long. On this day, An Yin went to the Deputy Director’s office again. In the ward, Aunt Zhang sat on the sofa, beside her were two bundles of white yarn, she was knitting a sweater. An Ying’s body could already move slightly, and with her back against the pillow, she watched Aunt Zhang’s nimble fingers and praised, "Your hands are really skillful." In today’s world, there are very few people who still knit sweaters by hand. "Hehe, it’s just something to kill time when idle." Aunt Zhang laughed. Her kind and gentle appearance made An Ying feel extremely comfortable, and being with her even uplifted her mood. "Who is this sweater for?" An Ying asked curiously.