His wife's pregnancy bump disappeared, and Mr. Huo was going crazy missing her.

Qiao Mian's forehead was smashed open by the ashtray.

Despite trying her best to suppress it, she still cried out softly in pain.

Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, I fell directly off the chair and onto the floor.

Bright red blood gushed out through his fingers like a stream.

In an instant, blood stained her snow-white, slender forearm.

The incident happened suddenly. As the police hurriedly helped Qiao Mian up, Huo Yanbei quickly walked over and picked her up in his arms.

Police: "With so much blood, you need to get to the hospital immediately."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the man had already carried Qiao Mian out of the mediation room.

After the police officer had his colleague detain Song Chen, he hurriedly followed him out, saying, "Mr. Huo, get in the police car quickly."

Without hesitation, Huo Yanbei carried Qiao Mian into the police car.

The police turned on their sirens and sped toward the hospital.

At this moment, Qiao Mian's head was throbbing and she felt dizzy.

But he was still relatively conscious.

The faint scent of herbs and trees, and the familiar embrace she once longed for, felt like being tightly coiled by a cold, venomous snake.

Qiao Mian pushed him away in fear: "Let...let go of me..."

Seeing the woman in his arms reacting so strongly, the man frowned slightly. "Don't move!"

A low, not-too-loud rebuke made Qiao Mian shudder reflexively.

My fear of him was deeply ingrained, forming a physiological response.

I don't know if it was from the pain or from being frightened.

His eyes, stained with blood, were filled with tears.

Her pitiful appearance, on the verge of tears, made Huo Yanbei involuntarily tighten his arms around her.

Feeling her presence and touching her skin, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

The emotions in his eyes also became turbulent.

Especially when he saw her pitiful, tearful eyes, it was as if he were seeing Ah Wu, her eyes filled with sorrow, looking at him during that fire six years ago...

Huo Yanbei felt a sudden, dull pain in his heart.

He slowly lowered his head, suppressing the urge to kiss away the tears at the corners of her eyes, his voice low and husky: "Qiao Mian, have we met before?"

A single sentence, like poison piercing the gut, sent Qiao Mian into a panic as she struggled with all her might to break free from his embrace.

He huddled up in a ball close to the car window, trembling all over.

He wiped the blood, which he couldn't tell was tears or blood, from his face and stammered, "N-no...never seen it before."

As if doused with ice water, a hint of desolation flashed in the man's eyes.

He must be insane to associate her with A-Wu...

He saw the woman cowering in her seat like a snake, keeping a considerable distance from him, seemingly frightened by him.

Huo Yanbei composed himself and handed over a handkerchief: "Wipe it off."

Qiao Mian cautiously shrank back towards the car window: "No need."

For some reason, the more she avoided him, the more Huo Yanbei couldn't help but want to get closer to her.

He sat down next to her, reached out, and covered her wound with a handkerchief.

Soon, the handkerchief was soaked with blood.

Huo Yanbei's pupils constricted, and just as he was about to ask something, the policeman shouted, "We're here!"

Qiao Mian hurriedly pushed his hand away and was about to get out of the car when the man pulled her into his arms and carried her out of the car.

……

emergency room.

"The wound is deep, and there's so much blood. How did you get hurt?"

An older female doctor, while performing emergency wound cleaning on Qiao Mian, frowned and asked a question.

"It was smashed by an ashtray."

Huo Yanbei, who was standing next to him, answered.

The doctor paused for a moment, then noticed a policeman standing next to him and began to guess what was going on.

"You're quite handsome, and you seem like someone of status, so why are you committing domestic violence?"

"..."

Huo Yanbei frowned, disdainful of explaining.

Qiao Mian couldn't bear the thought of being misunderstood as being her husband.

Just as she was about to speak, the doctor squeezed her hand: "Girl, don't be afraid, the police are here, he won't dare to hit you again."

"I……"

Qiao Mian tried to sit up, but the doctor pressed her back down: "Don't move around if you don't want to have scars."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mian fell silent.

After cleaning the wound, the doctor saw fresh blood gushing out again and frowned at Huo Yanbei: "Does your wife have a blood clotting disorder?"

Huo Yanbei's pupils dilated sharply as he stared intently at Qiao Mian on the hospital bed: "Really?"

Qiao Mian didn't want to admit it.

But you can't gamble with your life.

He could only nod.

The man's breathing quickened instantly.

Awu also has a blood clotting disorder...

What a coincidence...

"For this condition, the worst thing to do is to get injured and bleed. Excessive blood loss can be life-threatening."

The doctor glared at Huo Yanbei with disdain: "What kind of husband are you? Don't you even know your wife's constitution?"

After saying that, she looked at the police and said, "This kind of domestic abuser should never be tolerated."

"..."

The police officer was ashamed.

I wanted to explain, but seeing that the person in question didn't refute me, I had no choice but to pretend I didn't hear.

In fact, Huo Yanbei didn't hear what the doctor said at all at this moment.

He struggled to control his emotions, which were on the verge of spiraling out of control, and gazed at the woman on the hospital bed, calling out in a low, hoarse voice, "Awu..."

The sound was very soft.

Qiao Mian heard it.

He bit his lips until they bled to suppress his panicked emotions.

She turned slightly to the side, pretending not to hear.

"Come here, hug your wife!"

The doctor's greeting instantly brought the man to his senses.

"Even though your wife was given anesthesia, she might still feel some pain during the stitching process. Hold her and don't let her move around too much."

"We don't need him..."

Qiao Mian's face was full of rejection.

"Look how scared your wife is. I don't know how you usually mistreat her."

The doctor muttered something and glanced at the police officer: "Officer, you can come here."

"it is good."

As soon as the police walked over, Huo Yanbei bent down and sat on the edge of the hospital bed, his long, broad hands cradling Qiao Mian's head.

As soon as she struggled, the man tightened his grip: "Don't move."

His voice was soft, yet it carried an unyielding command.

Qiao Mian was as if she had been paralyzed, her body tense and unable to move.

I had no choice but to close my eyes.

When he doesn't exist.

However, the faint scent of herbs and trees emanating from him, and the cool warmth between his fingers, constantly evoked memories of the time they spent together.

It was also in a hospital.

That year, there was the pandemic and the need for face masks.

He tested positive.

She skipped class and secretly went to the hospital to see him.

He couldn't control himself and had sex with her in the hospital room.

He also tormented Yang.

Ultimately, the two were isolated in a hospital ward for a month.

For that month, he belonged to her alone.

Those were her most unforgettable and happiest days...

Those images played back in my mind, frame by frame.

Qiao Mian, however, felt as if she had undergone a form of torture.

No matter how beautiful it once was, it was just a nightmare in which he manipulated us...

After the suturing was completed, Qiao Mian was transferred to a private ward.

The doctor advised Huo Yanbei: "If your wife experiences dizziness and nausea, it could be a concussion or intracranial hemorrhage, and she must be hospitalized for observation."

Huo Yanbei, adopting a family-like demeanor, nodded and said, "Thank you for your trouble."

Qiao Mian finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up to explain, "I'm not his wife, he has a wife."

"what?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, imagining a scene of a wife beating up a mistress, and then sighed, "This entertainment circle is really messy," before leaving.

Huo Yanbei looked at Qiao Mian with a deep, unfathomable gaze: "How did you know I have a wife?"