Chapter 786: Chapter 430: _3
He cast a soothing glance at Rong Yanqiao and turned back, "I’ll give you some money as compensation for the past."
Wenming smiled.
At this moment, she felt as if there was nothing left to lose.
Wenming looked at Rong Yanqiao lying on the hospital bed, "Rong Yanqiao, look at my fate now; it’s your future."
Rong Yanqiao looked at her, just smiled without saying anything.
Wenming continued, "You got your face done to look like mine. They’ve already grown tired of me, let alone you."
Rong Yanqiao still didn’t speak.
Wenming stared at her, her tone even more malicious.
"Men always prefer the new over the old. Don’t be fooled by how they treat you like a treasure now. When someone new appears, your end will be far worse than mine."
Rong Qingze frowned, just about to call someone to throw her out when Rong Yanqiao suddenly spoke.
She stared at Wenming, her voice calm, "No. I’m different from you."
Facing Wenming’s surprised and clearly unbelieving gaze, Rong Yanqiao smiled, "I won’t place my hopes on men, and I will never rely solely on a man. So, I will never become you."
Rong Qingze looked at Rong Yanqiao; he understood that these words came from her heart, and Rong Yanqiao indeed never intended to depend on him permanently.
Rong Yanqiao paused slightly, then continued, "As for why you’ve ended up like this, you probably already know the answer yourself. It has nothing to do with me."
Wenming was left speechless.
She wanted to retort but didn’t know what to say.
So she could only stomp her foot, clearly reluctant, "Of course, you won’t feel it now. I’m just giving you a kind warning. Why are both of you like this?"
Rong Qingze didn’t want to waste any more words with her.
The door opened, and someone came in from outside, grabbing Wenming’s hand.
Wenming shook them off, "I can walk on my own."
The subordinate glanced at Rong Qingze, seeing no expression on his face, they let Wenming walk ahead alone.
After they left, the room returned to silence.
Rong Qingze placed the chicken soup on the small makeshift table beside him, ladling a bowl to hand to Rong Yanqiao.
"Let’s get married."
He scooped out a spoonful of chicken soup, blew on it, and held it out to Rong Yanqiao.
"Drink it."
Rong Yanqiao didn’t move.
Rong Qingze brought the spoon to Rong Yanqiao’s lips, "Open your mouth."
Rong Yanqiao looked at him, "What did you just say?"
Rong Qingze said, "Let’s get married."
"Why?"
Rong Qingze said, "You’re pregnant."
With a bang, Rong Yanqiao froze.
"When did that happen?"
Rong Qingze shook his head, his gaze gently falling on Rong Yanqiao’s belly, "Let’s get married."
Rong Yanqiao placed her hand on her belly, feeling as if she were dreaming.
However, amidst the excitement, she felt more fear.
She feared that this child...
Rong Qingze placed his hand over Rong Yanqiao’s, his movement tender as if handling a precious treasure.
"This is our child. I will definitely cherish it."
The atmosphere became somewhat ambiguous.
Rong Qingze suddenly leaned closer, looking at Rong Yanqiao, his gaze particularly sincere, "Are you willing to start over with me?"
Rong Yanqiao was drawn into his eyes.
How could she not want an end with Rong Qingze?
Could she dislike such a happy life? Could she really be willing to be alone forever?
The answer was of course no.
But it’s not that she didn’t believe in Rong Qingze’s heart; it’s just that it’s too difficult between them.
Rong Qingze, in name, is after all her second uncle.
With this layer of relationship, what could she do?
Rong Yanqiao could disregard those negative opinions; she could bear the online criticism, but what about Rong Qingze?
He couldn’t possibly not care.
Rong Qingze said, "Once you recover, we’ll get married."
"You don’t have to worry about the rest. I’ll handle everything. You just need to understand that I will always choose you."
Rong Yanqiao gave a bitter smile.