The night was getting late, in the ward.
Luo Qiao was lying on the bed with her eyes slightly lowered. Her long, thick eyelashes hid all the emotions in her eyes.
There was a knock on the door. She raised her eyes and said softly, " come in.
His voice was slightly hoarse.
The door to the ward was pushed open from the outside, revealing the man's cold and hard face. Han Jin walked in. He glanced at the woman's pale face and frowned slightly.
He closed the door and went to the bed.
"Are you okay?" he asked in his usual cold tone.
Luo Qiao wanted to get up but was stopped by Han Jin. He placed a pillow behind her, his actions revealing his thoughtfulness.
"Nothing," she replied, pursing her lips.
Han Jin looked at her. In his impression, Luo Qiao had always been lively and unrestrained. She had eyes as beautiful as a cat's and didn't seem to be troubled by anything. This was the first time he had seen her like this. She was pale and thin, as if she was shrouded in layers of shadows.
He remembered the scene when the door was kicked open by Luo Zelan. The woman was curled up in the corner, trembling all over, and she was in an extremely abnormal state.
Han Jin's thin lips formed a straight line. His Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at her and asked, " "During the day, you look so ..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly saw Luo Qiao's expression stiffen.
Han Jin's brows furrowed slightly. He took back the second half of his sentence and only said, " "What's going on?"
The room was silent. Luo Qiao did not say a word.
But sometimes, silence was enough to explain some things.
Han Jin's brows furrowed even more. He stared at Luo Qiao's petite and fair face. does Ming Siran know about your condition? "
The woman, who had been silent all this time, finally reacted when she heard these three words.
Her eyelashes fluttered and she looked up. Her voice was very soft."Don't let him know."
These few words were her subconscious reaction.
Han Jin couldn't help but be startled.
"Zhenzhen, you don't tell him either," Luo Qiao looked away and said slowly.
Han Jin looked at her thin and weak body and couldn't describe what he was feeling.
……
When Han Jin came out of the ward, he saw Wu Xia walking in with a man.
"Ruize, over here."
Two tall and well-built men came to the ward. Wu Xia noticed him and nodded at him. Without saying anything else, she hurriedly led Rui ze in.
Han Jin retracted his gaze and started walking outside.
"What's going on?" In the ward, Ruize asked as soon as he arrived.
He stared at Luo Qiao's face, his expression worried. "Hasn't it been a long time since you've had a relapse?"
Before Luo Qiao could say anything, Wu Xia, who was beside her, quickly interjected, " "I'll ask an to come back and take a look at you."
As he spoke, he took out his phone.
"No need," I'm fine now, " Luo Qiao stopped her softly. besides, it wasn't a sudden attack.
As soon as she said this, the two of them raised their heads and looked at her at the same time.
Luo Qiao sat on the hospital bed, her pale face expressionless. She said indifferently, " "This is already the second time."
Rui ze quickly understood the meaning of her words, and instantly frowned, " "Someone is plotting against you? Who is it?"
Luo Qiao didn't say anything for a moment. She leaned back and looked out the window. A chill seeped through the corners of her eyes and the tips of her brows. After a while, she said, " "I think she must have found out something about Yingluo."
Wu Xia and Rui ze looked at each other, their brows tightly furrowed.
……
By the time Ming Siran returned from abroad, it was already the next morning.
A black car was parked outside the airport. Ming Siran got in and said in a low voice, " "How's Qiao Qiao?"
The assistant sitting in front turned around and said, " we know the private hospital miss Luo is staying in, but Mr. Luo Zelan is very strict with his security, so we can't find out anything.
Ming Siran's good-looking brows furrowed slightly. He took out his phone from his pocket and called the siblings again, but no one picked up.
Ming Siran did not lift his head, but looked at the interface of his phone. "Let's go to the hospital first."
"Yes, President Ming."
Forty minutes later, the car stopped at the hospital, and Ming Siran got out of the car.
The man was dressed in the suit from yesterday. He was tall and slender. Because of the long journey, his suit was a little wrinkled, but it did not diminish his noble aura.
He strode towards the private hospital and came to the floor that he had heard from his assistant. As soon as he came out of the elevator, he was blocked by several tall bodyguards.
Ming Siran looked at them, a cold glint in his usually lazy eyes. "Did you guys stop the wrong person?"
"I'm sorry, President Ming, but miss needs to rest," the bodyguard said expressionlessly. The young master has ordered that no one is allowed to enter."
Ming Siran did not have the patience to waste his breath on them, and said in a low voice, " "Get out of the way."
The few bodyguards seemed to not have heard him and stood there like a wall, not moving at all.
Ming Siran's eyes narrowed slightly. The man behind him immediately stepped forward and was about to make a move. However, just as he touched the bodyguard's shoulder, he saw a handsome and cold man walking towards him.
Luo Zelan, who was wearing a well-ironed suit, said coldly, " "What's wrong?" His gaze fell on Ming Siran, and he furrowed his brows in displeasure. "You're back."
"Qiaoqiao is injured," Ming Siran said in a low voice.
Luo Zelan glanced at him and said,"yes." &Nbsp;
"Is it serious?"
Luo Zelan looked at him for a few seconds and said, " "It's not very serious."
Ming Siran walked past him and was about to enter, but just as he took one step, he was blocked.
His gaze fell on the man's long, cold, and white hand in front of him. Ming Siran turned his head and said in a dangerous tone, " "What do you mean?"
"You can't go in now," Luo Zelan said without even lifting her eyelids.
"This was your idea?"
The man did not say anything.
Ming Siran walked past him expressionlessly, but after a few steps, he heard Luo Zelan say, " "It's Qiao Qiao who doesn't want to see you."
Ming Siran stopped in his tracks, his expensive black leather shoes making a soft clatter as they stepped on the ground. He turned his head, and from his eyebrows to his nose to his thin lips, every inch of him was perfect. His lazy voice was cold as he said, " "Is it Qiao Qiao who doesn't want to see me, or are you the one who doesn't want her to see me?"
Luo Zelan looked at him for half a second and said, " "Either way, as long as I don't want to, you won't be able to see her today."
A sneer escaped from the man's lips, and his disdain was obvious. Ming Siran ignored Luo Zelan and strode forward.
Luo Zelan looked at his tall and slender back and coldly said to the tall bodyguard beside him, " "Stop him."
Ming Siran had only taken a few steps when the bodyguard behind him threw a punch at him. The force was so strong that it sounded like a gust of wind. He tilted his head to avoid it and looked past the bodyguard at Luo Zelan. His eyes instantly turned cold.
Luo Zelan's expression was cold. Without looking at him, he turned and walked towards Luo Qiao's ward.