Chapter 1590: Chapter 1590: Don’t Mess with My Son!
“This kind of thing, just ignore it.” Dan Hanjie acted as though he didn’t notice Qin Youxuan’s odd expression, taking the iPad from her hand and handing it to Yao, speaking dispassionately.
“Shouldn’t the PR department issue a statement?” Yao asked worriedly.
“Once you issue one statement, there’ll immediately be more doubts. The more you try to explain to the media, the tighter they latch on. Can you shut them all up?”
Dan Hanjie’s tone turned icy cold.
A piece of news like this—rather than thinking about how to deal with it, it’s better to focus on rehabilitation as soon as possible.
Once he could walk in front of the media like normal, all the rumors would collapse on their own.
“Understood.”
Yao nodded, turned, and left to handle the matter.
“Dan Hanjie, aren’t you worried at all?” Qin Youxuan looked up in surprise after hearing his words.
“Worried about what?” Dan Hanjie raised his eyebrows, extending his hand to pull her into his arms, letting Qin Youxuan sit on his left leg.
Afraid of pressing on his right leg, Qin Youxuan hurriedly shifted to the side.
“There’s your medical records online. Perhaps this news didn’t just come out of nowhere,” Qin Youxuan’s cat-like eyes flickered as she spoke guiltily.
“Are you suggesting I should suspect Diwu Zexuan?” Dan Hanjie frowned slightly.
Lowering his head, he looked at the uneasy Qin Youxuan and patted her face gently.
“Don’t worry. That medical record is fake. Diwu Zexuan said that as long as I persist with three months of rehabilitation, I’ll walk normally again without any serious issues.”
“…”
But we were lying to you.
Qin Youxuan bit her lip. The words were at the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t dare say them out loud.
Her expression was overwhelmed with struggle.
“Who’s there?”
Footsteps sounded from outside the door, and Dan Hanjie immediately looked up vigilantly.
“Heard you’re crippled, came to check on you, but it seems like your reflexes are still sharp. Guess I was worried for nothing,” Jiang Jinchen walked in with Ning Yanan in tow from outside the door.
“Went to your hospital room and found you weren’t there. Asked around and heard you were in the rehab room. How’s the leg? Surely it’s not like the media claims, that you’ll rely on crutches for life?” Jiang Jinchen teased.
Walking up, he raised a fist and gave Dan Hanjie’s chest a jab.
Dan Hanjie didn’t say a word, the corners of his lips curving into a devilish smirk as they exchanged knowing looks.
“Yaya.”
As soon as Qin Youxuan saw Ning Yanan’s round, bulging belly, she stood up in excitement.
She walked over and gave her a hand.
Ning Yanan’s belly, already more than seven months along, was as round as if she were carrying a giant ball, even making walking a struggle.
Her once short hair now reached her shoulders, tucked behind her ears, giving her a softer, more gentle appearance.
“I’m fine. Don’t be as nervous as Jiang Jinchen.” Ning Yanan smiled, tightly gripping Qin Youxuan’s hand.
The two close friends hadn’t seen each other in so long that they didn’t even know where to start.
Jiang Jinchen had essentially turned into a wife slave—unless it was a critical moment, he wouldn’t let her go anywhere.
If Ning Yanan hadn’t heard about Qin Youxuan’s car accident and worried herself to sleepless nights, he probably wouldn’t have let her come even now.
“Is the little one behaving well? Have you been for any checkups?” Qin Youxuan reached out to touch Ning Yanan’s belly, only to be glared at by Jiang Jinchen.
“Don’t randomly touch my son!”
“Oh, look at you acting like you’re the only one with a son. Who doesn’t—wait, son?”
Qin Youxuan’s words came to an abrupt halt.
She lowered her head, looked at Ning Yanan’s belly again, then raised her head to stare at Ning Yanan’s face in shock.