Night Fire Lingering

Chapter 297 Wen Zhizhi, what are you being cowardly about?

Luo Beiqing underwent a cesarean section and was already conscious when she came out of the operating room.

"Does it still hurt?" Wen Yan walked in and gently squeezed Luo Beiqing's hand.

Luo Beiqing slowly looked at Wen Yan, "How is your injury?"

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that Luo Beiqing's first question would not be about the baby, but about her injury.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury, it's already been treated," Wen Yan said with a smile. "The baby is in the neonatal ward, you'll be able to see him in a couple of days, he really is a little boy! Don't worry, you can't be too anxious during your postpartum period."

Luo Beiqing looked at her, her gaze filled with a dull pain: "I didn't hear him cry when he was born."

Wen Yan's smile froze for a moment. "The doctor said he's just a little weak from being premature, and he'll be fine after resting in the incubator."

Luo Beiqing looked at Wen Yan without saying a word for several seconds.

The two had known each other for many years—Luo Beiqing knew that Wen Yan was lying to her, and Wen Yan knew that Luo Beiqing knew.

“Bei Qing, focus on getting better. Grandma Gu has arranged for bodyguards and a nanny to come over, so you don’t need to worry about the He family or the Luo family trying to take you away. The baby is being cared for by the best neonatal medical team, so you don’t need to worry either.” Wen Yan reassured Luo Bei Qing, “Your priority right now is to get better, I’ll take care of everything else.”

Luo Beiqing's eyes welled up with tears. "I'm sorry, Yan Yan."

One second they were talking about the baby, and the next they were apologizing to her, with gratitude in their apology.

It was because Luo Beiqing called her, causing her trouble and leading her to self-harm and get injured. Now she has to trouble Old Madam Gu.

Wen Yan frowned, sensing that Luo Beiqing's emotions were a bit off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

Among the servants brought by Madam Gu were those specifically for taking care of new mothers. Wen Yan didn't understand these things and could only offer emotional support throughout the process.

She found Luo Beiqing's quietness somewhat strange, and he didn't proactively inquire about the baby's condition.

Before Wen Yan could figure out how to communicate with her, Gu Yanci called.

"come out."

Two simple and straightforward words.

The ward door wasn't closed properly, and Wen Yan could vaguely hear a man's voice coming from outside.

Wen Yan's heart skipped a beat; she was already feeling guilty even before seeing the person.

Wen Yan slowly strolled out, yet worried that her slow pace would only add to her punishment.

Since it was inconvenient for the men to enter the postpartum women's ward, they stood at the door.

He was also wearing a very formal suit, a shirt over a vest, and a sapphire collar clip on his tie. He was probably too angry, as two buttons of his shirt collar were undone, making him look both ascetic and wild.

Wen Yan walked in front of him and said sweetly, "You're back so soon!"

"Wen Zhizhi, what are you being cowardly for?" The man looked at her expressionlessly, his expression clearly conveying sarcasm: You know how to be a coward?

Wen Yan smacked her lips and asked tentatively, "You know everything? You know what?"

She gave a dry compliment: "You're very well-informed."

Gu Yanci sneered: "I'm so out of touch, I didn't even know you dared to hurt yourself!"

They're swearing, how angry must they be?

Wen Yan: "..."

Wen Yan tried to deny it: "I didn't."

Gu Yanci strode over, his fingertips touching the congealed blood on Wen Yan's neck—a wound that even Old Madam Gu hadn't noticed earlier.

"I know what I'm doing; I won't actually hurt my own arteries," Wen Yan said, her voice tinged with guilt and a hint of ingratiation.

Gu Yanci seemed to be provoked by these words. He suddenly picked up Wen Yan and walked into the rest area next door, closing the door behind him.

Before Wen Yan could react, the man had already lifted her long skirt.

"You've got some sense, you even stitched it up with three stitches? Wen Zhizhi, you've really made something of yourself!" Gu Yanci's voice was exceptionally cold.