Ling Yiran was stunned, "It doesn't matter if you lose the bet?"

"If you lose, you will die, but... if Zhuo Qianyun is really indifferent to his life or death, then it means that in Zhuo Qianyun's heart, he has no weight at all. In this case, then life or death

Death is no longer important to him." Yi Jinli replied.

Ling Yiran suddenly became speechless. It seemed that Ye Wenming still won the bet. At least, although Sister Zhuo no longer loved him, she was not indifferent to his life or death.

Ye Wenming was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, but he lost a lot of blood. In the end, 400 ml of blood was transfused just to be on the safe side.

But even during the blood transfusion, Ye Wenming still held Zhuo Qianyun's hand tightly and refused to let go.

It was as if once he let go, he was afraid that he would never be able to hold her again.

In the ward, except for the sound of infusion, there seemed to be no other sound.

Ling Yiran and Yi Jinli also retreated outside the ward. At this moment, they were the only two people in the room.

Zhuo Qianyun looked at Ye Wenming and said, "Let go of your hand. Even if you hold it like this, it doesn't make any sense."

"I just want you to promise me that you won't abort this child," he said.

She was silent.

"Qianyun, you can scold me, beat me, or even kill me, but don't abandon this child, okay!" Ye Wenming said, "You said that Guo Xinli is innocent and asked me to let Guo Xinli go, but

What about this child? This child is innocent!"

Zhuo Qianyun's body trembled violently, and after a while, she finally spoke and uttered a hoarse sentence, "Okay, I won't abort this child."

"Really?" He was startled, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, "Are you really willing to keep this child?"

"Yes, I kept this child, just Ye Wenming. I kept this child, not because of you, just because this is an innocent little life!" she said.

"Okay, okay, I know, I know!" Ye Wenming said repeatedly.

"Now, can you let go?" Zhuo Qianyun said.

Ye Wenming slowly let go of his hand, but the moment he let go, he was still reluctant to let go.

When Zhuo Qianyun walked out of the ward, Ling Yiran came up to her, "Sister Zhuo, how are you? Ye Wenming, he and you..."

"I promised him to keep this child." Zhuo Qianyun said, with a look of exhaustion on her face.

When Ling Yiran heard this, he didn't know if he should breathe a sigh of relief. If Sister Zhuo decided to abort the child, she didn't know what Ye Wenming's reaction would be!

"Then I'll take you back now." Ling still said.

Zhuo Qianyun nodded.

The car drove to the small shop. As soon as Zhuo Qianyun came home, Zhuo's mother was shocked when she saw the blood stains on her daughter's clothes.

"Why is there so much blood on your body? Where are you injured? What happened?" Zhuo's mother asked anxiously.

Zhuo Qianyun said in a tired voice, "Mom, this is not my blood, this is Ye Wenming's blood."

Zhuo's mother was startled, "His blood, did you meet him this afternoon?"

Zhuo Qianyun hesitated for a moment, and finally made up her mind and said, "Mom, I'm pregnant. It's Ye Wenming's child!"

Zhuo's mother was immediately dumbfounded, "You...what did you say, are you pregnant?"
Chapter completed!