Fortunately, Zhan Bei Jue knew Jiang Nan Fang's room number at the hotel.
After leaving the hospital, he sped all the way to the hotel.
Jiang Nan Fang's fever had not completely subsided, and she was lying weakly on the bed resting when the doorbell rang.
So annoying.
She probably wouldn't be able to stay in this lousy hotel anymore.
Why was someone always bothering her?
Jiang Nan Fang didn't want to move, but she heard Zhan Bei Jue's voice immediately.
"Jiang Nan Fang, open the door. I know you're in there, open the door!"
It was him again.
This persistent debt collector, why was he here again?
She had already paid him back the medical expenses, more than enough, so why was he looking for her?
Jiang Nan Fang didn't want to see him, so she covered her head with the quilt, pretending not to hear.
Zhan Bei Jue knocked for a while, and seeing that she didn't respond, he threatened her.
"Don't think you can get away with it just because you don't open the door. I have shares in this hotel, and I can get the room card in minutes. Don't force me to break down the door!"
What? He had shares in this hotel? He was going to break down the door?
Heh, this was never going to end.
She owed him nothing, and she wanted to see what excuse he had to bother her today!
Jiang Nan Fang angrily threw off the quilt and walked out.
As soon as the door opened, she was about to unleash a torrent of complaints, but Zhan Bei Jue beat her to it, grabbed her hand, and pushed her back.
He slammed the door shut, and after they entered the room, he pulled her into a tight embrace.
His embrace was so spacious, so firm, and so warm.
Caught off guard, Jiang Nan Fang was instantly dazed.
What was he doing? Didn't he hate her? Why was he suddenly coming to her and hugging her?
"Are you crazy, Zhan Bei Jue? What do you want? Let go, you're assaulting me, do you know that?"
Zhan Bei Jue knew, of course.
But at this moment, he didn't want to care about anything else.
He had wronged Jiang Nan Fang, wronged the child they had lost.
He was so regretful.
Regretful for everything he had done and said during this time.
He really wanted to apologize to Jiang Nan Fang, he hated himself!
He had a lot of apologies he wanted to say to her, but his pride prevented him from speaking, so he could only hold her tightly.
Trying to convey his apology through his actions.
Jiang Nan Fang hit and kicked him. After a while, seeing that he didn't react, and smelling the alcohol on him, she finally understood.
So, this guy was drunk and came to her to throw a tantrum.
"You're drunk? What's gotten into you? Why are you hugging me instead of your girlfriend? Let go!"
Zhan Bei Jue refused to let go: "I don't have a girlfriend, who told you I have a girlfriend? I just want to hug you. Jiang Nan Fang, don't move."
No girlfriend? If he didn't have a girlfriend, why was that woman staying at his house, accompanying him to art exhibitions, drinking, and then being sent to a hotel?
Did she take Jiang Nan Fang for a fool?
When she was in a bad mood, he came to vent his anger on her. She wasn't his trash can!
"Fine, you don't have a girlfriend, but I do. If someone sees us, they'll misunderstand our relationship. Let go, Zhan Bei Jue."
Even at this point, she was still saying hurtful things to him?
Zhan Bei Jue let go of her, cupped her face with his hands, and carefully examined her pale, frail, yet spirited features.
"Jiang Nan Fang, how long are you going to be so contrary?"
What contrary? Who was being contrary?
Did she have to admit that she liked him, loved him so much that she couldn't live without him, for it not to be considered contrary?
Jiang Nan Fang tried to pry his hands away.
"I'm not being contrary, I'm telling the truth. I don't want to see you acting crazy, go home and be crazy. Let go of me."
"You still have a fever? Your head is so hot."
Zhan Bei Jue seemed not to hear her.
She said her piece, he touched her forehead, his face full of concern.
"Why did you discharge yourself from the hospital without telling me? Why don't you take better care of yourself?"
Speaking of her body, he remembered the scar from her C-section and the suffering she had endured in the past two days, and he felt even more guilty.
He slowly crouched down, wrapped his arms around Jiang Nan Fang's waist, and buried his head on her lower abdomen.
"Why didn't you tell me the truth earlier? Jiang Nan Fang, why did you have to make me the villain?"
What did he mean?
What truth, what villain?
What was wrong with him today?
"You're drunk, Zhan Bei Jue, don't be like this, get up."
Zhan Bei Jue didn't listen, his head pressed tightly against her lower abdomen.
Although it wasn't their first intimate contact, this was the first time he had held her with such emotion.
If she didn't push him away, Jiang Nan Fang felt that she would start overthinking again, which was unlike her.
He was always like this, telling you not to overthink when you were already doing so, and then giving you hope when you weren't thinking about anything.
She wouldn't fall for his tricks again!
"Alright, alright, I know you're unhappy. Get up, let's talk on the sofa. You're making me tired by hugging me."
Hearing that she was tired, Zhan Bei Jue finally let go. He pulled her towards the sofa.
"You smell of alcohol. Let me get you a glass of water to sober you up."
Jiang Nan Fang gently helped him sit down and poured him a glass of water.
She just wanted him to sober up quickly, leave, and not disrupt her departure plans for the next day.
Zhan Bei Jue, however, interpreted it differently.
She was so gentle, so caring. No wonder so many men liked her, and to keep her, Tian Gong had even altered her blueprints...
Why was he so blind that he hadn't realized how wonderful she was before?
Looking at the teacup she held out, and her gentle eyes, Zhan Bei Jue took a sip of water from her hand, then lay down on the sofa, resting his head on her lap.
"I don't want to be a villain, not at all. Jiang Nan Fang, let's stop fighting, can we make up?"
Jiang Nan Fang placated him: "Okay, okay, we won't fight anymore. You're drunk. You're not thinking clearly. Why don't you sleep for a while? We can talk after you wake up."
"I'm not drunk, and everything I'm saying now is sincere."
Zhan Bei Jue held onto her: "Really, let's make up, Jiang Nan Fang."
If her head hadn't been hurting a little, she could have clearly felt his breath as he leaned against her.
Jiang Nan Fang truly wondered if she was dreaming.
Could the viper-like Zhan Bei Jue ever say such things to her?
Make up? Heh, and he said he wasn't drunk!
Gently patting him, she continued to placate him: "Okay, we'll make up, and we won't fight anymore. Sleep, sleep quickly. We'll make up after you wake up."
"Really?"
At this moment, Zhan Bei Jue's eyes were as clear as a child's.
"Really. Sleep. I'll hold you while you sleep."
Great. Jiang Nan Fang had forgiven him. Zhan Bei Jue finally felt at ease.
Feeling her gentle caress and smelling her faint fragrance, he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
Thus, in less than five minutes, he fell asleep.
Seeing that he was completely still, Jiang Nan Fang moved his head off her lap, found a blanket to cover him with, and returned to her own room alone.
She changed her flight ticket overnight, prepared everything, and forced herself to get a few hours of sleep.
At six o'clock the next morning, she quietly left the hotel with her belongings.
Feeling at peace, Zhan Bei Jue slept exceptionally soundly and deeply.
When he woke up in the morning, he opened his eyes and saw that he was indeed in the hotel, and that everything from last night was not a dream.
His first reaction was to find Jiang Nan Fang.