Chapter 167: Chapter 167: Sang Qingran: Aren’t You Here to See the Doctor? Come In

Hearing this, Sang Qiao’s brows furrowed deeper, knowing that Fu Xing was not one to stay put, but she hadn’t expected him to be this unsettled.

Her gaze swept over Meng Jiahe’s angry face and finally settled on her swollen cheek.

“Got hit?”

“Yeah, it pisses me off to death!” Meng Jiahe then remembered her swollen cheek; she really felt wronged to death.

“First, go treat your wound, I’ll keep watch here for you,” Sang Qiao couldn’t help but reach out to rub her head, trying to soothe her.

“Remember to call me if Fu Xing comes.” Meng Jiahe nodded, and as she was leaving, she didn’t forget to leave these words behind–she couldn’t just take a hit for nothing!

“Okay,” Sang Qiao responded.

Meng Jiahe walked down to the medical room, where she saw Sang Qingran sitting behind an office chair, his slender hand holding a pen, the black and white striking her vision.

That outstanding face was, as always, handsome; she instinctively turned to leave.

“Aren’t you here for treatment?” Sang Qingran lifted his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the person at the door about to leave, his voice clear and deep.

Meng Jiahe’s feet unconsciously paused; she leaned against the door with her hands involuntarily behind her back, nervously clasped together, “It’s just… a minor injury, I’ll just go downstairs and find a nurse to get some alcohol.”

“Come in, it’s the same whether you go downstairs or I clean the wound for you.”

Sang Qingran moved his lips slightly, his gaze landing on her; his memory was not bad, he recognized that it was this woman who had knocked over his documents last time.

Such a small matter was not something he would hold against her, and she did not need to be so afraid of him.

“No need!” Meng Jiahe spoke firmly and ran off. After she went downstairs, she covered her heart, feeling its unusually rapid beating.

Especially when hearing Sang Qingran speak to her, his unfamiliar manner meant that he hadn’t recognized her, so was he being so gentle and polite because of that?

She shook her head, telling herself not to overthink it. After letting the nurse downstairs apply medicine to her, she paid and went back upstairs.

This time Meng Jiahe dared not take that corridor again and deliberately took a long detour.

When she got upstairs, there was already another man standing at the door of the ward. Seeing Fu Xing, she walked over in a few steps and slapped him across the face.

“Slap.”

Fu Xing, holding his face, was dumbfounded, “Ah He, you…”

“What nonsense have you been telling your wife, why do you have my photo in your phone?”

Meng Jiahe looked at him coldly. If Fu Xing’s misfortune last time made her somewhat sad, this time his actions made her utterly disgusted.

She even regretted ever knowing such a person, to have ever given him a hand.

“I didn’t, it’s Xingxing, she’s always been one to jump to conclusions,” Fu Xing explained while secretly resenting the slap he had just received.

“How could she misunderstand if you don’t tell her? If you don’t clear this up with her, don’t blame me for making a scene at your company. Then it might be uncertain whether you get to keep your position or not.”

Meng Jiahe let out a cold laugh, her words filled with threatening undertones; she knew that Fu Xing only cared about his career.

“You… you believe me, I’ll talk to Xingxing properly in a bit, don’t be impulsive.”

The lights in the operating room just went out at that moment, and Su Nuanying was wheeled out.

The doctor looked at them. “You must be the patient’s family. We couldn’t save the baby, and the patient is quite weak. She needs good rest and care.”

“Okay.” Fu Xing’s brow furrowed upon hearing this. Without the child, the Su family would not have any chance of accepting them.

Su Nuanying was transferred to a regular ward. Meng Jiahe did not continue to argue with Fu Xing for the time being and followed, while Sang Qiao also happened to come back from the restroom.

Showing a sickly pallor on her face, Su Nuanying wept weakly, “Xingxing, our baby is gone…”

“It’s okay, there will be others in the future,” Fu Xing consoled, his expression neither happy nor sad.

Su Nuanying sobbed uncontrollably and, upon seeing the two women behind her, her eyes reflected deep hatred. “It’s all because of Meng Jiahe! If she hadn’t caused a scene at your company, I wouldn’t have gone after her and wouldn’t have fallen.”

“Nuanying, you’ve misunderstood, there’s nothing between Ah He and me,” Fu Xing instinctively felt a headache coming on.

It was an accident when the photo of Ah He was found on his phone. The reply was meant just to appease Su Nuanying, not expecting that she would actually run off to create a fuss at Rose Entertainment.

Now, with Meng Jiahe present too, and insisting on clarification, how could he explain himself?

“If there’s nothing, why do you have her photo? And you address her so intimately. You couldn’t have feelings for her, could you? That wasn’t how you explained it to me the other day. In front of her, you’re afraid of hurting her feelings, trying to brush it off?”

Su Nuanying was already heartbroken over losing her child, and now, with Fu Xing refusing to stand by her unconditionally, she felt even more displeased.

“Fu Xing, you better explain yourself clearly. Since you left Rose Entertainment, we’ve had no contact, and I certainly don’t appreciate being falsely labeled a mistress!”

Meng Jiahe pushed impatiently.

“Slandering someone’s reputation is illegal, and the lawyers of Rose Entertainment are always on standby,” Sang Qiao leaned against the wall with a casual demeanor, adding lightly.

These two indifferent female voices undoubtedly pressed Fu Xing like a death warrant, leaving him with no choice.

He gritted his teeth, “The photo was stored a long time ago. There’s nothing between Meng Jiahe and me. You’re just too suspicious. That day I had no choice but to give you a dismissive answer; I didn’t expect you to make such a big deal of it and run off to their company.”

Upon hearing these words, something shattered in Su Nuanying’s eyes. Was she just a joke today?

Her eyes reddened, “I’m making a big deal of it? I’m not supposed to see my husband’s phone, yet it has pictures of another woman, how can I not be suspicious?”

“I never said you couldn’t look, you’re just overthinking it,” Fu Xing was frustrated and flustered by the questioning.

He never liked being controlled by others. The current Su Nuanying undoubtedly made him feel suffocated, and she didn’t bring him any benefits either.

“Now that things are clear, handle your private matters on your own.” Meng Jiahe had no interest in listening to their quarrels and walked away, signaling Qiaoqiao with her eyes to leave.

Sang Qiao was indifferent from start to finish, unsurprised by anything, which made Su Nuanying feel even more humiliated.

She recalled how she had once confidently declared that she would prove Fu Xing was a trustworthy man.

But now…

Unable to let go of her pride and self-esteem, she addressed their departing figures:

“Meng Jiahe, flies don’t bite seamless eggs. If you’re truly innocent and have nothing with Fu Xing, his phone would not contain your photo. You should consider whether you did something to make him misunderstand!”

“And cousin, do you think that with what’s happened, Fu Xing is not to be trusted? I’m telling you, he is trustworthy. This is just a trivial matter in life, we will be fine afterward.”