Chapter 19: Is Sang Qi the One Who Got Me Pregnant?

Perhaps the pain from before had numbed me, because the first stitch the doctor put in actually didn't hurt as much as I'd expected, so I remained calm.

Sang Qi was watching me, probably thinking I had damaged my brain in the accident, stitching up without anesthesia.

After the doctor finished stitching, he clicked his tongue in admiration, "This young lady is truly brave, stitching up sixteen stitches without anesthesia, not even furrowing her brow."

He described me as brave, not just courageous.

After the stitching, they prescribed some anti-inflammatory medicine.

Yao Keyi was in the next room having her wounds treated, her screaming piercing the sky.

My leg couldn't walk, putting strain on the fresh stitches could cause them to split open.

I said to Sang Qi, "Get me a wheelchair, then put my bill on Yao Keyi's tab."

She caused my injury; I absolutely wouldn't let her off cheaply.

Sang Qi stood to the side, his silhouette like a straight flagpole, just missing a flag to flutter in the breeze.

He wouldn't try to act cool in the hospital, would he!

Knowing he was handsome, the little nurses walking by all gave him an extra glance or two.

Sang Qi was more humane than I imagined he'd be; he really brought me a wheelchair and lifted me onto it.

Yao Keyi was still getting her dressing changed, and I rolled the wheelchair to the door of the room and knocked.

Her high-pitched soprano voice finally came down a notch, "What is it?"

"My leg has sixteen stitches, it will definitely scar. Pay me a one-time compensation of one hundred thousand, or I'll sue you."

Her dangerous driving was a surefire case.

She opened her mouth so wide in shock she forgot to cry, "Are you crazy for money?"

"I took out a notepad from my bag, scribbled down my bank account number, then handed it to her: "You're a public figure, you care about your face, I don't. I'm unemployed now anyway. If you quibble with me over this little money, I'll make sure the media feasts on your scandal every day. If you want a comeback, that's fine by me."

After slapping the piece of paper in her hand, I turned and left walking tall.

But I didn't leave the hospital directly; instead, I found an obstetrics and gynecology doctor and scheduled surgery for the next day.

The doctor looked at my leg in amazement, "You're going to have surgery like this?"

"Having surgery doesn't require legs," I said.

If I didn't do it soon, the baby would grow bigger, and not only would it cause greater harm to my body, I was afraid I'd get too attached to it.

I wheeled myself into the elevator and then out of the hospital.

I called for a car, and it arrived just as I got there.

I had ordered a luxury car service, so the driver was very courteous, not only lifting me into the car but also carefully stowing my wheelchair in the trunk.

As the car started moving, I vaguely saw a figure in the rearview mirror, flashing by.

I wasn't sure if it was Sang Qi; I hadn't become so beautiful that he'd sneak peeks at me.

I returned to the villa, and Little Jin, seeing that I had left in the morning perfectly fine and now returned in a wheelchair, was so shocked she couldn't close her mouth, "Miss Xia, what happened?"

"Car accident," I said succinctly, reaching out to hold her arm, "Call Sister Cai, help me into the house."

Sister Cai hurried over, and together they supported me into the house.

With blood all over me, Little Jin helped me bathe and change clothes, and then I comfortably leaned back in bed eating and watching TV.

Little Jin stood to the side watching me, probably thinking I was a heartless woman.

Laughing at a variety show while showing all my teeth despite the leg injury.

I'm not heartless, it's just that in these special times, I need to hide my heart away, otherwise, it's easily hurt.

I drank the chicken soup that Sister Cai had stewed for me, and she said she would cook black fish porridge for me tomorrow.

It's a pity, tomorrow I'm going for surgery; otherwise, I could have enjoyed a few more days of bliss.

I was full and began to feel tired, half-closing my eyes, wanting to sleep.

Suddenly, Sister Cai hurried to the door of the room and said to me, "Miss Xia, Secretary Dong is here."

In all the days I had been here, Secretary Dong had only shown his face on the first day when he brought me here; I hadn't seen him since. Why was he here today?

Or did he find out I was injured and came especially to visit me?

I lay stretched out on the bed, "Let him in!"

What could he do if he came? I couldn't exactly get out of bed to greet him.

Secretary Dong walked in, still in his meticulous suit and shoes.

He stopped by my bed without flowers or fruit baskets, obviously not here for a hospital visit.

And from his expression, without a hint of a smile, he seemed to be here to reprimand someone.

What crime had I committed to deserve his sour face?

I looked down at my phone, pretending not to see him.

He finally spoke, "Miss Xia."

"Mm," I hummed without lifting my head, "What is it?"

My attitude probably irritated him as he raised his voice when he spoke again, "Miss Xia, have you been letting loose these past few days?"

I was engrossed in a game, tapping away, too focused to stop.

Secretary Dong shouted at me, "Miss Xia, you're not here for a vacation!"

His yelling made me instinctively cover my ears, and then I got killed in the game by someone else.

A message popped up on my phone screen: The wind is strong, my hand shook, goodbye friend!

I tossed the phone aside and looked up at Secretary Dong leisurely, "What's the matter? Why so agitated?"

He looked at me and suddenly sneered, "Miss Xia, you've had your fun these past few days, but now that you've hurt yourself, maybe you'll be quiet for a while?"

I looked at him and sneered in return, seeing contempt and disdain in Secretary Dong's eyes for me.

Probably, his boss is someone important, and he thinks it's my honor that I can bear his child.

Pah, I'll get rid of the child tomorrow, not leaving them a single thought.

I fumbled on the nightstand for a pack of dried plums and threw one into my mouth, "Unless you lock me up, I'll do whatever I want!"

"Miss Xia, don't assume the boss is always in a good mood. You'd better behave!"

"You've got it wrong." I tossed the dried plum back and looked up at Secretary Dong's face, "Right now, it's you who are begging me to have the child, not the other way around. I can play with death at any time, and then the child won't survive."

He didn't expect me to respond that way and stared at me, dumbfounded.

Does he think I'm the tragic heroine from dramas, who cries and faints or begs him for mercy?

"Miss Xia!" he shouted my name in frustration but didn't know what else to say.

Suddenly, my phone dinged, and I saw Yao Keyi had transferred one hundred thousand to my card.

Her execution was impressive; I thought I'd have to tangle with her for a while!

Sixteen stitches for one hundred thousand, enough even for a skin graft.

I was in a good mood, so I didn't bother arguing with Secretary Dong.

I lay down and pulled the blanket over my head.

Through the thin blanket, I heard Secretary Dong's angry voice, "Miss Xia, I'm here to warn you, if you mess around again, life won't be as comfortable as it is now."

I wasn't raised to be easily scared. During my years as a reporter, what kind of threats hadn't I faced?

I lowered the blanket from my eyes and, looking at Secretary Dong's contorted face, I bluntly asked him, "The person who got me pregnant, is it Sang Qi?"