Chapter 387 Hospitalization
Wen Lan looked up and saw Cheng Nijia coming out of the western restaurant.
Cheng Nijia was wearing a slim velvet dress, graceful and charming.
"It's a great fate to see Miss Wen again." Cheng Nijia had taken the initiative to walk to Jiang Jingci's car, and looked at Wen Lan and Jiang Jingci with a meaningful look.
At this moment, the new and old hatreds with Cheng Nijia instantly surged into Wen Lan's heart!
If it weren't for Cheng Nijia, her Nuan Nuan wouldn't have died prematurely!
If it weren't for Cheng Nijia, Xie Yansheng wouldn't have been shot, and there wouldn't be no news at all!
"Did I say something wrong? Now I can't call you Miss Wen anymore, I have to call you Mrs. Jiang." Cheng Nijia's pride in her eyes became more and more obvious, "On the wedding day of Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang, I will definitely give you a big gift."
"Cheng, Ni, Jia." Wen Lan's eyes were red, and he suddenly opened the car door and slapped Cheng Nijia in the face with all his strength!
Cheng Nijia staggered and almost fell.
Wen Lan stared at Cheng Nijia who was a few steps away, "What you owe me, I will get it back with interest one day."
"Mr. Wen, I, Cheng Nijia, never owe you anything!" Cheng Nijia covered her hot cheeks and stood there, her eyes cold, "If I really owe you anything, it's you and Xie Yansheng who owe me!"
"No matter how you argue, you are the executioner who killed my daughter!" Wen Lan didn't eat much at noon, and was too excited. Suddenly, her face turned pale and she felt dizzy.
"Lanlan, what's wrong?" Jiang Jingci, who had just got off the car, had supported her and touched her forehead intimately.
Cheng Nijia sneered disdainfully, "You two are really in love! If Xie Yansheng knew that the woman he risked his life to save was going to marry someone else, what would he think!"
Wen Lan felt that the blood in her body was flowing backwards, and the world was spinning. Not to mention talking, even breathing was a little embarrassing.
"Miss Cheng, I don't care what grudges you had with Lanlan in the past. Now Lanlan is the legitimate wife of Jiang. If you dare to use any mean tricks again, I will have someone expose your skin! Remember, I, Jiang Jingci, don't care whether your surname is Cheng or An!" Jiang Jingci said mercilessly.
Cheng Nijia's hand moved away from her hot face, and her body trembled with giggles, "Mr. Jiang really loves his wife! Since Mr. Jiang likes to have green grassland on his head, then I won't say anything, I just wish you a long life together and a son soon."
"Get lost!" Jiang Jingci was distressed by Wen Lan's painful expression and shouted at Cheng Nijia.
"I will get lost even if Mr. Jiang doesn't chase me away. I just don't know how long Mr. Jiang's marriage can last. I'm really waiting to see." Cheng Nijia said, and got on a flashy white coupe and drove away.
At this time, Wen Lan was dizzy. When Jiang Jingci helped her into the co-pilot, her feet were light, as if she was stepping on cotton.
"I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup first." Jiang Jingci didn't start the engine in a hurry, but reached out to pick up Wen Lan's seat belt and tried to fasten it for her.
When their clothes touched, Jiang Jingci's hot breath rose and fell beside Wen Lan's ears.
Wen Lan pushed Jiang Jingci away irritably, "My hypoglycemia has recurred, and eating something sweet will help me recover."
Jiang Jingci looked around and saw a pastry shop opposite, so he hurriedly got out of the car to buy her some desserts.
Wen Lan leaned on the seat sickly, and endured the discomfort and ate half a cake.
Jiang Jingci started the car only after her complexion improved.
"It's not good to have hypoglycemia all the time. I'll take you to see an old Chinese doctor tomorrow morning to prescribe medicine for you."
"No need. I just ate too little at noon today." Wen Lan replied weakly, "Thank you for the dessert."
"We are already husband and wife, and you are still so polite. Where can I put my face?" Jiang Jingci said angrily.
Wen Lan did not respond.
Jiang Jingci thought of a question that had been weighing on his mind for many days: "Do you have any evidence against Cheng Nijia?"
"No." She refused immediately.
Jiang Jingci knew she was lying, frowned and softened his tone, "Husband and wife are one, and you should tell me as soon as you encounter unhappy things in the future. I hope that we can trust each other and be transparent at any time and anywhere."
"I-" Wen Lan said against her conscience, "Try to do my best."
"By the way, I forgot to tell you that my parents will arrive in Jiangcheng tomorrow. They will stay at Qiushuitai in the few days before the wedding."
Jiang Jingci said while looking at her expression.
Wen Lan said "um" very calmly.
She had no hope for this marriage, and she didn't care whether Jiang Jingci's parents liked her or not.
After arriving at Qiushuitai, Wen Lan only saw the nanny holding Xiaotong in the living room, and hurriedly asked where Yangyang had gone.
The nanny said that Yangyang and Xiaotong had played for more than two hours and had just fallen asleep and were sent back to the baby room.
Wen Lan went straight up to the second floor, locked the bedroom door, and lay on the bed, drowsy.
In a daze, she heard Jiang Jingci knocking on the door and asking her to come downstairs for dinner. She shouted at the door listlessly: "My stomach is bloated and uncomfortable, you eat it yourself!"
Jiang Jingci did not force it again, but knocked on the door again more than an hour later.
After Wen Lan lay down, she had a severe headache, her whole body began to burn, her throat was dry and almost smoked, and she could only murmur a mosquito-like sound with all her strength.
Jiang Jingci knocked on the door but there was no response. He called several more times but did not wait for a response. Only then did he realize that something was wrong, so he had to use the spare key to open the door of Wen Lan's bedroom.
Fortunately, Wen Lan did not lock it from inside!
Jiang Jingci touched Wen Lan's face and hurriedly carried her downstairs to the nearest hospital.
Registration, medication, and IV drip were all done while Wen Lan was unconscious. Jiang Jingci carried Wen Lan from the hospital parking lot to the emergency room, and then from the emergency room back to the ward, sweating all over.
The doctor prescribed three small bottles of medicine for Wen Lan. After the first bottle, her temperature dropped.
Jiang Jingci sat beside her bed, staring deeply at her pale sleeping face, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.
Wen Lan's mobile phone in her jacket pocket kept ringing with messages. Jiang Jingci's eyes were deep, and he gently took out the phone.
After a moment of hesitation, he still took Wen Lan's finger to unlock the phone without hesitation, clicked on WeChat, and looked through all the chat records on it.
Especially Xie Yansheng's.
Not long after Wen Lan deleted Xie Yansheng's WeChat and added it back, there were only a few irrelevant messages left on it.
Jiang Jingci did not give up, and looked through her QQ again, which was almost all about her work.
When Jiang Jingci saw Shen Yi in the call blacklist, he felt an indescribable excitement.
Jiang Jingci was a very careful person. After seeing the call records between Wen Lan and Duan Wenzheng, he immediately guessed what they would talk about.
He put Wen Lan's phone back to its original place and went to the corridor outside the ward.