Wang Qin's attempt to instigate trouble had not succeeded this time, but she was not discouraged.
She had merely planted a thorn in Madam Fan's heart, which would naturally grow deeper and more painful over time.
And it would hurt more and more.
By then, Madam Fan would naturally become increasingly displeased with Nie Rujun, and without the need for further persuasive efforts, Nie Rujun's good days would come to an end.
Meanwhile, in the ward,
Fan Ju disregarded Nie Rujun's protests and forcefully moved from his sickbed to hers.
Though the VIP hospital bed was as luxurious as a double bed, this was a hospital, not their home. It was improper for the two of them to sleep in the same bed.
"Alright, stop moving," Fan Ju with his arms tightening, his thin lips close to her ear, whispered:
"I am sick and don't have any sexual desires, but if you keep moving around like that, I can't guarantee anything."
