Pills? What pills? Wanqing looked at him bewildered.
He glanced at the position next to the pillow. Following his gaze, she saw a box of pills and a glass of water on the cabinet. She picked them up tremblingly, seeing the glaring words on the box: Morning-after pill...
Mu Tianying walked towards the wardrobe: "From now on, prepare your own pills, whether you take them before or after—"
He suddenly stopped, turned to look at her: "Remember, you have no right to have my child! So, it's best to take your pills on time, or you won't be able to bear the consequences."
Wanqing's hand trembled as she held the pill. She slowly opened it and ate it according to the instructions.
Putting down the glass, she saw a set of women's clothes next to her, on top of which was actually intimate clothing! She reached out in confusion, then drew back, turning her head to look at the wardrobe.
A moment later, the door to the wardrobe opened, causing her to quickly lower her head.
Mu Tianying had changed his clothes. He came out tying his tie: "Put these clothes on, don't wear yesterday's clothes!" Hearing her silence, he raised his voice, "Did you hear me?!"
"I-I heard..." Wanqing spoke, her voice pitiable. Afraid he hadn't heard, she cleared her throat, "Yes..."
This time he heard, nodded with satisfaction, and left the room.
Wanqing slowly walked down the stairs. With every step she took, she could faintly feel her body aching. Thinking of the stormy night, she wished she could kill herself!
The downstairs living room was empty. She stood helplessly for a while, then remembering her mother was still in the hospital, she quickly headed for the main door. She couldn't die! No matter what, she couldn't die! Her mother needed her! She had to get to the hospital, her mother was having surgery!
Stepping outside the villa, she saw the two men from yesterday standing there, she halted.
"Miss Ding, please go back!" The two men politely stopped her from proceeding.
"I have to go to the hospital!" She said.
"The boss has instructed, you are not to leave!"
"Why?!" Wanqing shouted.
"These are the boss's instructions."
She paused, unsure of what to do, and after a moment, she asked, "Where did he go?"
"The boss has gone to work, Miss Ding, please go back to your room."
"I have to go to the hospital." Wanqing said, "My mother is having surgery."
"Sir has instructed, you are not to leave this building!" The two men coldly said, pushing her back into the house and locking the door.
Wanqing tried turning the knob, pounding on the door, yelling, "Let me out —"
...
In the afternoon, Mu Tianying returned home to see Wanqing sprawled listlessly on the sofa. The coffee table next to her held a box of takeout, probably bought by the bodyguard at noon.
He walked over, looking down at her: "Not eating? Is it worth it to starve yourself to death?"
Wanqing blinked slowly and managed to sit up, grabbing his trousers: "What about my mom? How is she?"
"Eat first, then I'll tell you!"
Wanqing hesitated, then nodded, "I'll eat! I'll eat right now!" She immediately opened the takeout box and began to eat hungrily.
Even though the food had gone cold, she ate every bit to learn news of her mother. When she finished, she held her stomach which ached from eating too fast, and looked at Mu Tianying: "Can you tell me now?"