Madam Li’s Identity Is Exposed Again!

Why does this woman look as if he has done something terribly excessive? Would he have checked her phone if she hadn’t been making calls behind his back?

As it turned out, she indeed lied.

Since she lied, what was wrong with him checking her call records?

Chi Enen really hadn’t expected Li Beijue to check her call records, and to do it so righteously, as if it was a matter of course. She suddenly felt a sense of oppression. This feeling of oppression was just like the omnipresent control he had exerted in Rainy City at first, suffocating her.

She forcibly suppressed the rising anger, her lips turning pale, and looked into the man’s eyes, “I did speak with Han Qifeng on the phone last night, but he only called to tell me about the adult education class. It was wrong of me not to tell you the truth, I didn’t mean anything by it, I just didn’t want you to misunderstand like last time.”

To her surprise, not only did he misunderstand, but it was even worse than the last time.

“Why would you go study at the university where he teaches, if not to make me misunderstand?” Li Beijue couldn’t stand the thought of them laughing and walking together tonight; it was particularly irksome to him.

Chi Enen was really driven to laughter by his anger, emphasizing with a bitter smile, “Before tonight, I didn’t even know he taught at University of Science and Technology. This evening was just a coincidence; I simply walked out with him because it was on my way. Are you saying I can’t walk down the same path as someone of the opposite sex now?”

Li Beijue, decisive, “Yes, you can’t!”

Because he would get jealous, he would go mad!

Chi Enen’s eyes widened, and she suddenly shook off his hand, “You’re being unreasonable!”

With that, she turned and walked away…

Li Beijue grabbed her wrist in one swift motion.

“Let go!” Chi Enen turned back, her eyes moist, supported only by the last bit of stubbornness to prevent herself from looking too bad.

Seeing her reddened eyes, Li Beijue slowly relaxed his fingers.

Chi Enen immediately withdrew her wrist from his grasp and turned to walk away quickly. At the same time, everything before her seemed to blur as tears silently slid down her cheeks.

She walked briskly to a quiet corner of the corridor and the backyard, then suddenly stopped, squatted down, buried her head in her knees, and started to sob.

It was as if she was trying to vent all the grievances she suffered tonight through her suppressed crying.

Unseen, in the shadows at the corner, a tall man stood silently, watching her, and his fists slowly clenched…

*

Chi Enen cried for 20 minutes and finally felt somewhat better.

She wiped her tears, washed her face in the restroom, and made sure the person in the mirror didn’t look too haggard. Then she hurried to the small store outside the hospital and bought two baskets of fruit to take back to Han Qifeng’s sickbed.

Since Han Qifeng was a doctor and chief surgeon at City Hospital, he had been allocated a private ward.

When Chi Enen came in with the fruit, he was getting an intravenous infusion. He looked much better.

“Mr. Han, would you like a pear? I’ll peel it for you.”

“Sure, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Chi Enen found the fruit knife, sat next to his sickbed, and quietly started to peel.

The orange light of the ward warmly illuminated her profile, a strand of hair slipping down her cheek tenderly. Han Qifeng’s eyes softened involuntarily, his gaze, gentle and refined, shifted from her cheeks to her reddened eyes, as if she had been crying, and his expression grew solemn…