After returning home with the child, her ex-husband knelt down and gently coaxed her.

Hearing her call Lu Xiyan by his name, Cheng Wanwan's smile froze for a moment, then she smiled again, "Xiyan is still in a meeting, Anning. If you have anything to say, you can tell me and I'll pass it on to him."

"Does Miss Cheng know when he adjourns the meeting?" An Ning looked at Cheng Wanwan with a distant expression. "There are some things I need to ask him in person."

"Anning." Cheng Wanwan walked up to her, her smile undiminished. "I hope you can understand my feelings. You know better than I what your relationship with Xi Yan used to be. But that's all in the past. Now I'm his fiancée, and I hope you can keep a proper distance from him."

Cheng Wanwan smiled slightly, "Some things are better left to me, your fiancée, to convey."

An Ning could understand the unspoken meaning in Cheng Wanwan's words.

Whether it's the disparity in relationship, status, or position.

She no longer has the right to stand in front of Lu Xiyan and take up his time.

When Jiang Yao brought in the tea, he felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

He placed the tea in the cup and then quickly left.

"Alright, since Miss Cheng has said so, please pass on the message to him for me."

Anning dug red marks into her palm with her fingertips, trying to numb the pain in her heart. "I have no complaints about President Lu's resentment towards me. But please, he can be lenient and not target my mother."

"Anning, what's wrong with your mother?" Cheng Wanwan feigned confusion, handing her a glass of water. "Let's sit down and talk this out. Is your mother in some kind of trouble? Does she need my help?"

"No need, please pass on my message for me, Miss Cheng."

After Anning finished speaking, she prepared to leave.

Suddenly, the faint sound of an elevator door opening could be heard outside. Cheng Wanwan's eyes lit up, and she grabbed An Ning's arm. "An Ning, are you really not considering taking your mother abroad for treatment? The conditions abroad are much better than in China—"

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Cheng!" Before she could finish speaking, An Ning coldly refused, "My mother's illness is none of your concern, Miss Cheng."

She decisively pulled her arm away from Cheng Wanwan's grasp and was just about to leave.

"ah--"

The other person exclaimed in surprise, and seemed to lose their balance, staggering back a few steps.

An Ning caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye and instinctively reached out to help.

Just as she reached out, Cheng Wanwan stumbled and fell to the ground.

With a crisp crack, the teacup she was holding fell to the ground, tea splashed everywhere, and the cup shattered into pieces.

Cheng Wanwan was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Her hand was unable to dodge in time and landed on the broken pieces, tearing her skin and drawing blood.

Her once delicate face turned deathly pale, and her brows furrowed tightly.

An Ning stood there in astonishment; the force with which she had pulled her arm away... hadn't been very strong.

Just as she was about to call for help, a series of hurried footsteps came from the doorway, followed by several people rushing in.

"Wanwan!"

"Miss Cheng!"

An Ning turned her head and immediately saw the man in a sharp suit. He was the first to enter and rushed to Cheng Wanwan's side, kneeling down on one knee to check her wounds.

"west Yan..." Cheng Wanwan leaned against Lu Xi Yan's chest, her face pale. "I'm in so much pain..."

"My God!" Jiang Yao exclaimed in surprise, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. He quickly shouted, "Call a doctor!"

An Ning stood there, about to go up and check on Cheng Wanwan's injury, when she was suddenly frozen by the man's cold voice.

"Don't you know she's in poor health and has a blood clotting disorder!" Lu Xiyan's gaze was as cold as an ice pick, devoid of any warmth.

An Ning trembled and looked at him in disbelief.

He thought she was the one who pushed Cheng Wanwan.

She opened her mouth to explain, "It wasn't me—"

"west Yan..." Cheng Wanwan's face was deathly pale, her voice weak, "Don't blame An Ning... I tripped and fell because I couldn't stand properly... It has nothing to do with An Ning..."

Lu Xiyan picked Cheng Wanwan up and strode to the suite upstairs from the office.

He didn't give Anning a single extra glance.

An Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly as she lowered her gaze to the shards on the ground, where dark red blood mingled with spilled tea.

She knew that Cheng Wanwan was very precious.

The only daughter of the Cheng Group, she has been in poor health since childhood, has rare blood type (Rh-negative) and also suffers from blood clotting disorders.

If anything happens to her, everyone here will be implicated.

Especially her.

Soon, the private doctor in a white coat arrived in a hurry and went straight to the suite upstairs.

The mess of debris on the ground was also cleaned up by the cleaning staff.

Liang Xu and the others came over upon hearing the noise and went inside to check on Cheng Wanwan's condition.

An Ning leaned against the wall outside the office, her mind filled with Lu Xiyan's sharp, icy gaze.

I loathe her utterly.

The more I thought about it, the clearer that gaze became.

Footsteps came from the doorway; it was Jiang Yao.

An Ning snapped out of her daze and hurriedly asked, "Assistant Jiang, how is Miss Cheng?"

"The doctor said the wound is quite deep and the bleeding won't stop, so we need to go to the hospital for treatment." Jiang Yao pushed up his glasses, looking troubled. "Ms. An, Mr. Lu's mood is very low right now. I think you shouldn't stay here and cause trouble."

Jiang Yao had worked for Lu Xiyan for three or four years, and he knew something was wrong as soon as his boss frowned.

Therefore, he could vaguely sense that his boss didn't like this Miss An very much.

Letting her leave now is definitely the right thing to do.

An Ning nodded; she really didn't need to stay here anymore.

As soon as she got downstairs, she saw that an ambulance from a hospital under the Lu Group had arrived.

The commotion was quite significant.

My phone rang before I even reached the bus stop.

The caller ID only shows one letter – A.

The person she pinned to the top of her contacts but dared not add his full name to her contact list.

Press the answer button and hold the phone to your ear.

His deep, cold voice came through the phone.

"Where?"

An Ning lowered her eyes. "Bus stop."

"Wanwan lost too much blood and needs a transfusion," the other person said succinctly. "Come here."

An Ning's heart skipped a beat, and she unconsciously gripped her phone tighter. "Is it paid?"

The other person paused for a second, their voice growing even colder, "How much do you want?"

"It was 100,000 six years ago, but the price has gone up now." An Ning forced a smile. "Out of consideration for our past relationship, I'll give you a discount: 200,000."

The other person laughed, a mocking laugh. "Anning, do you really think you have that much health?"

"My blood is worthless, of course," An Ning chuckled, "but President Lu's fiancée is valuable."

An Ning knew very well that Lu Xiyan wouldn't have come to her if the hospital's blood bank hadn't been short of blood.

After all, she used to be Cheng Wanwan's mobile blood bank.

Lu Xiyan's voice was icy. "Come here immediately."

Anning hung up the phone and raised her hand to cover her pounding heart.

The person who once told her, "Anning, your blood can't be bought with money; your life is more important than anything," now asks her, "Do you think your blood is worth that much?"

An Ning suddenly chuckled softly, her eyes moistening.

Two hundred thousand is enough.

The extra money for surgery and VIP hospitalization has been covered.