Fortunately, Zhan Beijue knew Jiang Nanfang's hotel room number.
Leaving the hospital, he rushed to the hotel.
Jiang Nanfang, whose fever hadn't completely subsided, was lying weakly on the bed. The doorbell rang.
So annoying.
She probably wouldn't be able to stay in this broken hotel any longer.
Why was someone always bothering her?
Jiang Nanfang didn't want to move, but she heard Zhan Beijue's voice immediately.
"Jiang Nanfang, open the door. I know you're in there, open the door!"
It was him again.
This persistent debt collector, why was he back?
She had already paid him back all the medical expenses, with even more than enough. What was he looking for?
Jiang Nanfang didn't want to see him. She covered her head with the quilt and pretended not to hear.
After knocking for a while and seeing no reaction, Zhan Beijue threatened her.
"Don't think you can get away with not opening the door. I have shares in this hotel, so getting a room card is a matter of minutes. Don't force me to break in!"
What? He had shares in this hotel? And he was going to break in?
Hmph, this was never-ending.
She owed him nothing, yet she wanted to see what excuse he had to bother her today!
Jiang Nanfang angrily threw off the quilt and walked out.
As soon as the door opened, she was about to unleash a torrent of angry words when Zhan Beijue grabbed her hand and pushed her back.
He slammed the door shut, and as they entered the room, he pulled her into a tight embrace.
His embrace was so broad, so firm, so warm.
Caught off guard, Jiang Nanfang instantly felt dizzy.
What was he doing? Didn't he hate her? Why was he suddenly hugging her?
"Are you crazy, Zhan Beijue? What do you want? Let go, do you know you're assaulting me?"
Zhan Beijue certainly knew.
But at this moment, he didn't want to care about anything else.
He had wronged Jiang Nanfang, wronged the child they had lost.
He was so regretful.
Regretful for everything he had done and said during this time.
He desperately wanted to apologize to Jiang Nanfang, he hated himself!
He had a stomach full of apologies to tell her, but his pride wouldn't let him. He could only hold her tightly.
Trying to convey his apology through his actions.
Jiang Nanfang hit and pushed him. After a while, seeing that he remained still and smelling the alcohol on him, she finally understood.
So, this guy was drunk and came to her to act out.
"You're drunk? What's gotten into you? Why come hug me instead of your girlfriend? Let go!"
Zhan Beijue didn't let go. "I don't have a girlfriend, who told you I have one? I just want to hug you. Jiang Nanfang, don't move."
No girlfriend? Then why was that woman living in his house, accompanying him to art exhibitions, drinking with him, and being taken to a hotel after drinking?
Did she think Jiang Nanfang was stupid?
When he was in a bad mood, he came to vent his anger on her. She wasn't his trash can!
"Fine, you don't have a girlfriend, but I do. If someone sees this, they'll misunderstand our relationship. Let go, Zhan Beijue."
Even now, she was still saying hurtful things?
Zhan Beijue loosened his grip, cupped her face with both hands, and carefully examined her pale, delicate, yet lively features.
"Jiang Nanfang, how long are you going to be insincere with me?"
Insincere? Who was being insincere?
Did she have to admit that she liked him, loved him so much that she couldn't live without him, for it not to be considered insincere?
Jiang Nanfang tried to pry his hands away.
"I'm not being insincere, I'm telling the truth. I don't want to see you acting crazy, go be crazy at home. Let go of me."
"You still have a fever? Your head is so hot."
Zhan Beijue seemed not to hear her.
She spoke, and he touched her forehead, his face filled with concern.
"Why did you sneak out of the hospital? Why don't you take care of yourself like this?"
Speaking of her body, he remembered the scar from the C-section on her abdomen and the suffering she had endured in the past few days, which made him even more remorseful.
He slowly squatted down, wrapped his arms around Jiang Nanfang's waist, and buried his head against her lower abdomen.
"Why didn't you tell me the truth sooner? Jiang Nanfang, why did you have to make me the villain?"
What did he mean?
What truth, what villain?
What was wrong with him today?
"You're drunk, Zhan Beijue, don't do this. Get up."
Zhan Beijue didn't listen, his head pressed tightly against her lower abdomen.
Although this wasn't their first intimate contact, this was the first time he had held her with such emotion.
If she didn't push him away, Jiang Nanfang felt she would start overthinking.
He was always like this, telling her not to overthink when she was already thinking too much, and then giving her hope when she wasn't thinking about anything.
She wouldn't fall for his tricks again!
"Alright, alright, I know you're upset now. Get up, let's sit on the sofa and talk. You're making me tired."
Hearing that she was tired, Zhan Beijue finally let go. He pulled her to the sofa.
"You smell of alcohol. I'll pour you a glass of water to sober you up."
Jiang Nanfang gently helped him sit down and poured him a glass of water.
She just wanted him to sober up quickly, leave, and not disrupt her plans for tomorrow.
Zhan Beijue, however, interpreted it differently.
She was so gentle, so caring. No wonder so many men liked her. To keep her, Tian Gong had even altered her blueprints…
Why was he so blind before, not realizing how wonderful she was?
Looking at the teacup she held out, and her gentle eyes, Zhan Beijue took a sip of water from her hand, then lay down on the sofa, resting his head on her lap.
"I don't want to be a villain, not at all. Jiang Nanfang, let's stop quarreling. Can we reconcile?"
Jiang Nanfang appeased him. "Okay, okay, we won't quarrel. You're drunk. You're not thinking clearly. Why don't you sleep for a while? When you wake up, we can talk about whatever you want to say."
"I'm not drunk, everything I'm saying now is sincere."
Zhan Beijue held her tightly. "Really, let's reconcile, Jiang Nanfang."
If it weren't for the slight ache in her head, she could clearly feel his breathing as he rested against her.
Jiang Nanfang truly suspected she was dreaming.
Could the vixen-like Zhan Beijue ever say something like this to her?
Reconcile? Hmph, and he said he wasn't drunk!
Gently patting him, she continued to appease him. "Okay, we'll reconcile, and we won't quarrel anymore. Go to sleep, hurry and sleep. We'll be reconciled after you wake up."
"Really?"
At this moment, Zhan Beijue's eyes were as clear as a child's.
"Really. Sleep. I'll hold you while you sleep."
That's great. Jiang Nanfang had forgiven him. Zhan Beijue's heart finally felt at ease.
Feeling her gentle caress and smelling her faint fragrance, he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
Thus, in less than five minutes, he truly fell asleep.
Seeing that he was completely still, Jiang Nanfang moved his head from her lap, found a blanket for him, and returned to her room alone.
She changed her flight tickets overnight, prepared everything, and forced herself to get a few hours of sleep.
At six o'clock the next morning, she quietly left the hotel with her belongings.
With a clear conscience, Zhan Beijue slept exceptionally soundly and deeply.
He woke up in the morning, opened his eyes, and confirmed he was indeed in the hotel and that last night had not been a dream.
His first thought was to find Jiang Nanfang.