Lan Qian left Rong Jun’s private residence, ate some breakfast in a breakfast shop, and also helped Lan’s mother, who was hospitalized, bring breakfast.
Gao Tianhao stood outside the ward with a ugly face, “Where did you go last night?”
“No need to worry.” Lan Qian bypassed him and took the breakfast in, “Mom, I bought breakfast for you.”
“Tianhao has been here for half an hour, and has been calling last night to ask about your whereabouts.”
“Mom, you eat first.” Lan Qian glanced at Gao Tianhao and walked out of the ward.
In the aisle outside the ward, Lan Qian stopped and looked at Gao Tianhao who was following him, “Gao Tianhao, you killed my dad and the child in my belly, and almost killed my mother and me. I have no feelings for you anymore.”
“Do you want to divorce?” Gao Tianhao walked up to Lan Qian and whispered in her ear: “You have to know that the property of the Lan family is in my hands now. If you divorce, you will have nothing.”
“I won’t divorce.” Lan Qian looked at him, “But from now on, I will not let you touch me again.”
“You can’t help it.”
“I can’t satisfy you?” Lan Qian asked.
“You are jealous.” Gao Tianhao seemed very satisfied with this discovery. “I knew you still loved me, otherwise I would not be reluctant to divorce. Qianqian, as long as you are my wife peacefully from now on, I will not treat you badly, and let him go in the past.”
Lan Qian took a step back, “Do you think we have reached this point now, and can you still think that nothing has happened?”