Chapter 6 Wen Wanzi, Don't Disparage Yourself

Leukemia?

Bao Yancheng's heart suddenly tightened, his gaze flickering, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.

Momentarily, he snap out of it.

The report in his hands clearly stated nothing but severe anemia.

Where did leukemia come from?

He was almost deceived by this woman again.

Bao Yancheng coldly brushed away Ye Yazhou's hand.

He leisurely straightened his clothes and dusted off his shoulders, staring indifferently at Wen Wanzhi.

"You even thought of this excuse, Wen Wanzhi, stop degrading yourself."

With those words, a blood test report slapped down onto the hospital bed.

Wen Wanzhi's throat choked up as she endured the pain of both her wounds and her heart.

She picked up the report for a glance, her slender white hands clutching the paper tightly.

Her name was clearly written on it, and in black and white, it read anemia.

It was just an ordinary report, with no abnormal indices or items.

Just like the many times she had dreamt it would be.

Could it really be a misdiagnosis?

A glimmer of hope flashed in Wen Wanzhi's eyes.

The door of the hospital room was knocked, and an unfamiliar doctor walked in.

With white hair and glasses, the name tag on his chest read Director of Hematology, surnamed Shen.

"All family members are here, I am here to discuss the patient's blood test results. There's nothing serious, just very severe anemia. Eat well, nourish yourself, and don't overexert."

Ye Yazhou asked, "Where is Dr. Chen?"

Dr. Chen had always been responsible for the diagnosis and treatment, and suddenly changing doctors felt off to Ye Yazhou.

During Wen Wanzhi's previous hospital stays, Dr. Chen had checked on her multiple times, conducted numerous tests, and urged her to seek treatment.

It didn't seem likely to be a misdiagnosis at all.

Director Shen adjusted his glasses and explained, "Dr. Chen is my apprentice. In hematology, misdiagnoses are unavoidable at times, but if you're worried, you can come back periodically for rechecks."

After a few words, Director Shen left.

Ye Yazhou followed out, and the room fell back into silence.

Bao Yancheng stood beside the hospital bed, arms crossed, looking down at Wen Wanzhi from a high vantage point.

"Wen Wanzhi, you are truly crafty. Anemia turned by you into leukemia, what else are you incapable of doing?"

Wen Wanzhi didn't really take in his words; her mind was in turmoil.

After so many tests, leukemia was already confirmed.

She had even aborted her child because of it!

This couldn't possibly be a fabrication.

Her hand unconsciously rested on her abdomen, clutching the blanket.

No, it couldn't be a misdiagnosis.

Wen Wanzhi unfolded the crumpled report again and looked at it over and over.

Bao Yancheng watched Wen Wanzhi's panicked face, her eyes already brimming with tears, stirring emotions in his heart as well.

Could she truly believe that she was terminally ill, and that was why she terminated the pregnancy?

Bao Yancheng closed his eyes, suppressing the emotions welling up inside.

Throughout it all, he knew that this child was merely a ploy by Wen Wanzhi to salvage the marriage!

Now with a new love, Wen Wanzhi was merely looking for ways to escape!

He couldn't bring himself to trust the Wen Wanzhi now, not even slightly.

Leaving the hospital, Cheng Tong drove Bao Yancheng back to the company.

Cheng Tong could see that President Bao was in a bad mood but didn't raise the partition.

Worried President Bao had something to instruct him, he drove carefully while listening attentively.

Cheng Tong glanced in the rear mirror, Bao Yancheng's expression was still grim.

"How is the situation at the sanatorium?"

Cheng Tong cautiously spoke, "Mr. Wen has woken up, and the expenses... Madam has already paid them."

Bao Yancheng's face visibly darkened.

Paid them?

Where did she get so much money?

When she used divorce to threaten him into paying, she hadn't shown the slightest mercy.

Now, at a time like this, she could muster the courage not to ask him for help.

He wanted to see what that young Ye could do for Wen Wanzhi.

Bao Yancheng caressed the ring on his hand, his eyes cold and dark.

"Let's see how long she can hold out."

Cheng Tong's scalp tingled, and there was something else he needed to tell Bao Yancheng.

Some things, he knew very well that, if he told them, President Bao would erupt in anger.

If he kept silent, he'd have to leave.

"President Bao," Cheng Tong said dryly, glancing at the rearview mirror from time to time, "there's one more thing, Madam... seems to be attending the auction at Sotheby's in two weeks."

Bao Yancheng slightly squinted his eyes, feeling a fire ignite within his chest.

The only thing she could auction was that wedding dress!

Back then, he had gone through great pains and effort to secure that highly sought-after wedding dress from the reclusive designer Sanders, just because Wen Wanzhi had asked him.

"Yancheng, what do you think of this one?"

Her eyes were sparkling; how could he possibly not buy it for her?

Yet, that wedding dress ultimately never saw its wedding.

The marriage between Wen Wanzhi and Bao Yancheng was nearing its end.

Bao Yancheng's thoughts were interrupted by an incoming call. He looked at the screen and answered the phone.

"Hello? Yiran, what is it?"

Xiang Yiran's voice was soft, "Brother Yancheng, I arranged to try on wedding dresses with some friends, but she couldn't make it. Do you have time to accompany me?"

A layer of frost covered Bao Yancheng's eyes.

Ever since he had succumbed to Xiang Yiran's persistent pestering a few days ago and bought her that pink diamond ring, she seemed to be taking more liberties.

Just as he was about to speak, Xiang Yiran on the other end resumed in a disappointed tone.

"It's just trying on a wedding dress, it should be fine, right? But if Brother Yancheng minds, I can do it by myself."

Bao Yancheng, patiently speaking, "Yiran, I still have meetings. I will send someone to accompany you."

After hanging up, Bao Yancheng rubbed his forehead, feeling extremely vexed.

Xiang Yiran put away her phone, the smile on her face completely disappearing.

Bao Yancheng had never expressed any intention to marry her, and he had not responded to any of her hints.

Xiang Yiran turned around and entered the bridal shop.

It didn't matter; one day, Brother Yancheng would belong to her!

Before that happened, she would make all necessary preparations.

The shop assistant, seeing Xiang Yiran enter in a flurry of maids and bodyguards, quickly went to greet her.

"Welcome, we offer the top domestic and international custom-made bridal brands. You can..."

Before the assistant could finish, Xiang Yiran interrupted.

"I asked before coming, I only want Sanders' designs."

She had checked, Bao Yancheng had once bought a Sanders wedding dress for Wen Wanzhi.

Sanders was a high-end domestic bridal designer, an eccentric genius who was picky about his clients and produced very limited works.

The young heiresses of Beijing, indeed throughout the whole country, were all interested in Sanders' wedding dresses.

The assistant looked troubled, "Sanders hasn't been active publicly for a while. We temporarily don't have any resources."

Xiang Yiran curled her lip, her annoyance palpable.

Such a difficult-to-obtain wedding dress, and Bao Yancheng had managed to buy one for Wen Wanzhi; she absolutely could not lose.

The assistant, as if suddenly remembering something, "Right, at Sotheby's auction in two weeks, there should be a Sanders' wedding dress up for auction."

Xiang Yiran's eyes lit up!

That was her best opportunity.