She wanted to take the elevator down, but her feet seemed to be stuck with superglue, and she could not move.

The ward in the distance seemed to have some kind of magic that attracted her.

Even though she knew who was staying in the ward and that she should not go, Qiao Ruoxi still walked towards the ward.

The door of the private room was half open. Qiao Ruoxi hid at the door and saw what was inside.

Wen Ke’er lay on the bed with her soft wavy hair on one side. Her beautiful face looked a little pale.

She was on a drip.

Wen Ke’er’s face was facing the door. Feng Yunan was sitting in front of the bed with his back facing the door.

From Qiao Ruoxi’s angle, she could only see Wen Ke’er’s delicate face and not Feng Yunan’s expression.

Qiao Ruoxi only peeked her head out, but Wen Ke’er saw through Feng Yunan and inadvertently noticed Qiao Ruoxi hiding at the door.

The surprise in her eyes disappeared and was replaced by tears.

As a famous actress, it was too easy for her to control her tears.

“What’s wrong, Ke’er?” Feng Yunan asked, at a loss for what to do when he saw that she had suddenly teared up.

Tears continued to flow out of Wen Ke’er’s eyes like pearls of a broken bracelet. “Brother Nan, I might never recover again. Do you think I’ll die?”

“Silly, how could that be?”

Feng Yunan comforted her. “You’ll get better. I’ll hire the best experts in the world to cure you.”

Wen Ke’er continued to cry. “But even though it’s easy to cure your body, it’s hard to cure your heart. Ever since you married someone else, my heart has become sick too. Brother Nan, tell me the truth. Do you love her very much?”

Love… Qiao Ruoxi?

How was that possible?

Feng Yunan paused for a moment and answered firmly, “I don’t love her. Marrying her was Grandpa’s idea.”

“Then can I only be your clandestine lover forever?”

“No. Give me a year and I’ll divorce her.”

“Brother Nan, you have to remember what you said today. I will wait for you to get a divorce and marry me.”

“Yes.”

Wen Ke’er’s tears turned into a smile and she was grinning radiantly.

Wen Ke’er wiped her tears and put on a pitiful look. “Brother Nan, I want to eat an apple.”

“Okay.”

Feng Yunan took the fruit knife and began to peel the apple carefully.

After peeling the apple, he cut the fruit into small pieces and inserted a toothpick into them before handing them to Wen Ke’er.

“Brother Nan, feed me.”

“Yes.”

How could Feng Yunan be so patient? He fed the apple to Wen Ke’er bit by bit.

Wen Ke’er ate the apple and deliberately threw a smug look at the door.

‘Want to vie with me for him? No way!’

Qiao Ruoxi’s heart was filled with bitterness. She had never thought of snatching anything.

She always believed that what belongs to you will eventually be yours.

She knew that Feng Yunan never belonged to her.

Qiao Ruoxi felt that it was inappropriate for her to hide in the ward and eavesdrop.

Everything reminded her that she was just a third party between Feng Yunan and Wen Ke’er, a stumbling block in their relationship.

She was the one who should never have appeared.

She warned herself not to pry into Feng Yunan’s world again.

‘That world does not belong to you.’

‘Don’t forget that it was just a contract.’

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