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"What are you doing on my bed?" Wanling had curled up in the corner of the bed.
"What do you think?" Ling Ran scoffed.
"Get out."
"Wanling, you're sleeping in my bed, and I even paid for your treatment. What gives you the right to make me leave?"
"Then I'll go." She stood up, intending to leave.
But Ling Ran grabbed her and pulled her back into his embrace.
"Do you think this is a place where you can come and go as you please?" Ling Ran knew that what he was saying was insincere, yet his tone remained harsh.
"Let me go!" Wanling struggled fiercely, but Ling Ran became increasingly intoxicated by her presence. He violently tore at her nightgown, completely disregarding her cries, kissing her with abandon.
Whether through coercion or temptation, Ling Ran may have employed both tactics, but this time, both were fully aware of what was happening. Wanling's tears had not ceased from the beginning to the end.
Eventually, Wanling fell into a deep sleep. When she awoke, she saw Ling Ran entering the room with food in hand.
Ling Ran did not look at her; he simply said softly, "Eat something."
He turned to leave, but Wanling called out to him.
"Let me go; I want to go home..." At that moment, Ling Ran dared not turn back, fearing that if he saw the look in Wanling's eyes, he would be unable to refuse her. For some reason, he suddenly felt that if he couldn't see her for a while, his heart would feel empty and even a bit afraid.
"Just rest for now. We'll talk about going home once you're better," he said in a flat tone, devoid of any emotion.
The next day, someone informed Wanling that Ling Ran had returned to his country. She then asked for her passport and wallet.
The maid replied, "Master Ling has instructed that Miss Xia should take good care of her health in California. He will come back to see you."
Wanling was stunned, her mind racing. Was this what it meant to be under house arrest?
"I want to go back; he has no right to confine me," Wanling said coldly. She walked to the front door, only to find two security guards politely urging her to return inside.
Her life could hardly be summed up with the word "tragic." Perhaps it all stemmed from that first encounter when she had smiled at Ling Ran.
Maybe that smile had ruined her entire life.
She lay in the bathtub, blood gushing from her wrist, and around her, time seemed to stand still; all she could smell was the fragrance in the air.
In truth, Wanling did not feel pain; she only sensed her consciousness fading. In her daze, she caught a glimpse of Qin Guan's figure.
When Ling Ran burst through the bathroom door and saw Wanling lying in a pool of blood, his heart ached for her—a feeling he had never experienced with any other woman.
Even as Wanling's awareness slipped away, she continued to call out a name—Qin Guan… Qin Guan…
In that moment, Ling Ran felt a flicker of relief that Qin Guan was already dead.
He thought to himself that he must truly be losing his mind over this woman.
When Wanling opened her eyes again, her head throbbed painfully. She saw someone leaning beside her hospital bed, their features strikingly similar to Qin Guan's. But deep down, she knew this was Ling Ran, not Qin Guan.
Ling Ran seemed to sense her awakening and opened his eyes to look at her. Wanling felt there was a hint of unnoticeable tenderness in his gaze, yet fear filled her heart.
She said to Ling Ran, "Let me go back; I want to go home."
Her voice was hoarse, filled with helplessness and exhaustion.
Ling Ran tightened his grip on her wrist. "Xiao Ling, stay with me."
His voice was equally hoarse, tinged with a hint of panic and uncertainty.
"You are carrying my child." Ling Ran lowered his head, unable to meet Wanling's gaze.
Wanling remained silent for a long time before suddenly bursting into laughter. As she laughed, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
"Wanling, please don't do this." Ling Ran bowed his head, remaining silent for a long while.
"I... have already expressed my feelings to your father. We will hold the wedding soon," Ling Ran said after a pause, struggling to get the words out.
Seeing the pain etched on his face, an endless sorrow surged within Wanling. For the sake of the child, he was willing to marry her. How pitiful and insignificant she must be for Ling Ran to find it so difficult to speak of their marriage.
Without warning, Wanling suddenly yanked the needle from her arm, unable to bear the torment of fate any longer. She shattered the medicine bottle and grabbed a handful of glass shards with her left hand, selecting a larger piece.
She prepared to cut her wrist again.
Ling Ran silently witnessed everything unfolding before him.
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