Gong Wan’er was smashed into a concussion once again. He had just left the hospital and was entering the hospital not long ago.

"How is Jano?" Gong Wan’er lied on the bed and asked weakly.

Mo Zhaoyun lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, then replied softly: "It's already fine.

"It's great that he's fine. What's there to be afraid of? He's a boy, and he's carrying .." Gong Wan’er had not said much before he started to faint again. He hurriedly stopped and closed his eyes to rest.

"If you faint, don't speak. Rest in peace. Leave the matters to me." Mo Zhaoyun saw that Gong Wan’er was in extreme pain, and felt his heart ache.

"Yes."

Gong Wan’er replied softly, and before long, her light breathing could be heard.

Mo Zhaoyun guarded and Gong Wan’er did not leave.

All the way until the afternoon, Gong Wan’er did not wake up. Instead, Mo Zhaoyun's phone rang, he took out his phone and looked, it was Mo Zhi.

"Boss Mo, I've already explained it to you." Mo Zhi's voice could be heard clearly: "Lin Wanxiang instigated others to kill people, adding the crimes they had committed, they will be punished with several crimes, I'm afraid that after they are released, they will be an old granny."

"Mn, got it, pay attention to Lin Haifeng. This time, bringing the matter of Lin Wanxiang out would have a huge impact on him. It's hard to guarantee that she won't be desperate."

"Yes, I will pay attention."

Mo Zhaoyun spoke a little more before hanging up. He looked at the sleeping Gong Wan’er and smiled.

He knew every single move that Lin Wanxiang had while she was in prison. After the things that happened before, Mo Zhaoyun realized even more clearly that how selfish and crazy of a woman she was.

Sure enough, she knew how the reporter felt about her, so she took advantage of it.

Journalists were always sensitive people, just like what that reporter said today. People who knew the truth would never believe it, but those keyboard warriors on the internet might find it hard to believe.

If he found out that Gong Jiande was in jail again, the situation would become even more complicated, at that time, he would stand on Lin Wanxiang's side.

Therefore, Lin Wanxiang believed that Mo Zhaoyun would not take the risk.

Unfortunately, Mo Zhaoyun didn't even manage to look at her properly, and was only thinking about how to make her accept the punishment and live in pain.

It was just that he did not think that Lin Wanxiang had actually planned to ruin Gong Wan’er's appearance, but now that he thought about it, he felt a bit of fear. When it came down to it, he had instinctively wanted to hug his wife, and did not expect Gong Jianuo to suddenly appear.

.. ...

Due to the concussion, Gong Wan’er was ordered to rest on the bed and not be able to move for a few days. He was even able to get the doctor to open his mouth and allow her to walk around, but she would have to be observed in the hospital for a few more days before she could leave.

The first thing Gong Wan’er did after getting off the bed was to go next door to see Gong Jianuo, who was similarly heavily injured.

Because of the incident that happened on the day of the wedding, both Gong Wan’er and Liu Beibei had forgotten about Hao Jinzhi who was locked in the hotel.

It was just that Liu Beibei had disappeared, and both Gong Wan’er and Gong Jianuo were in the hospital at the same time, causing Hao Jinzhi to temporarily lose her noisy mood. It was just that after knowing the reason behind Gong Jianuo's injury, Hao Jinzhi displayed the attitude of "benefactor" to Gong Wan’er, making him feel even more disgusted.

"How's the wound?" Gong Wan’er sat on a chair beside the bed and looked at Gong Jianuo's face seriously. Although he was still very white, his complexion looked much better.

Gong Jianuo nodded coldly, "I feel much better now."

"Mm, that's good." After all, her relationship with Gong Jianuo was not really good. Normally, they would not interact much, and at most, they would not cause trouble for each other since they were related by blood. This was already their limit.

Who would have thought that Gong Jianuo would rush over and save her at such a dangerous time? This was something that Gong Wan’er had never even thought of, to the point that he felt it was impossible.

"Cano, thank you for saving me." Gong Wan’er was moved.

"It doesn't matter." The atmosphere became even more awkward. Gong Wan’er did not notice Gong Jianuo's tightly clenched fists under the blanket, and continued feeling awkward on his own. As he was considering whether or not to leave first, the door was pushed open.

The moment Gong Jiande entered, he saw his daughter's figure and anxiously asked, "Evening, how did you get out of bed?"

Hao Jinzhi followed closely behind and entered the ward. She glanced at Gong Wan’er and felt great resentment, as if the matter of him being locked up was all up to Gong Wan’er, "She's perfectly fine everywhere, why can't she get off the bed? How could she be so expensive?"

"Shut up!" Gong Jiande glared fiercely at Hao Jinzhi.

Gong Jianuo saw that his mother had also come, and frowned. He looked at Gong Wan’er, and was secretly worried.

Although Hao Jinzhi was annoying, but the atmosphere was not that awkward anymore. Gong Wan’er did not pursue the matter and looked at Gong Jiande: "The doctor said that I can get off the bed and walk around, so I came over to see Jianuo."

Gong Jiande obviously heaved a sigh of relief, as his anxious expression also relaxed, "That's good, a concussion may not sound like a serious disease, but it's still very important, if you don't pay attention, something bad will happen."

"Shouldn't you have a look? It was because of you that our Jianuo became like this. Luckily, it was diluted sulfuric acid. If it was concentrated sulfuric acid, what would you use to compensate my son?" Hao Jinzhi's attitude was extremely arrogant, she sneered at Gong Wan’er, "Our Jianuo was even able to save you without knowing, if the sulfuric acid were to land on your face, you will probably have to leave after the wedding!"

"What nonsense is this!?" If you don't know how to speak, then shut up! " Hearing that Hao Jinzhi's words were getting more and more outrageous, to the point of even cursing her daughter's divorce, Gong Jiande was angered to the point that his face turned black.

"Gong Jianuo is my brother, so what if he saved me? That is a true blood relation! " Gong Wan’er looked at Hao Jinzhi, and replied indifferently, as if he was looking at a clown.

"Gong Wan’er, what's the meaning of this! For what reason should my son save you? " Hao Jinzhi screamed as if he was in pain, he glared at Gong Wan’er and said angrily: "Do you think that you are worth so much money, so why do you need my son to save you? Now that you owe me my life, I won't hold you back all the time, as if someone owes you a life! "

"Whose life did I owe?" Gong Wan’er originally did not want to bicker with Hao Jinzhi, but who would have thought that she would become even more outrageous. "Tell me clearly, the one who saved me was my brother, not you!"

"Shut up! "Get out!" Hao Jinzhi's attitude made Gong Jiande annoyed, and she scolded: "Let's not talk about taking care of Jia Nuo if she's injured. She's been making a ruckus here all day, do you still look like a mother?"

"I .." Hao Jinzhi subconsciously wanted to retort, but when she suddenly saw Gong Jiande's dark complexion, she immediately didn't dare to say anything else and obediently shut her mouth.

The reason why Hao Jinzhi dared to treat Gong Wan’er like this was only because Gong Jiande had chosen to remarry, and was also because of Gong Jianuo saving his life.

But if Gong Jiande really annoyed her and stopped living with her, then let alone taking advantage of Gong Wan’er, even his son might not be able to help her.

After Hao Jinzhi quieted down, the atmosphere around him became a lot better. Because of this matter, Gong Wan’er had a lot closer relationship with Gong Jianuo since they were blood relatives.

Gong Wan’er stayed in Gong Jianuo's sickroom all the way until the afternoon, until Mo Zhaoyun came in with a thermal lunch box. Only then did she return to his sickroom.

Gong Wan’er sat cross-legged on the sickbed, looking at the food in front of him, while humming a tune in a good mood.

Seeing her so happy, Mo Zhaoyun could not help but tease: "You're forgiving your father-in-law?"

"Otherwise, what else can we do? Don't tell me that old people don't get along? It was such a big thing! I was just furious at the time. If he wanted to coax me, maybe I wouldn't even be angry!" Gong Wan’er arrogantly snorted.

"Ha!" Mo Zhaoyun gave a low laugh as he came closer to pinch Gong Wan’er's little face, "Wifey, are you sure that your father-in-law will be happy just by coaxing you?"

"This is a question of attitude!" Gong Wan’er stretched his neck and stressed, "For example, Gu Chen, the two of you are childhood friends, right? Even if you don't like her, you should at least consider her your little sister. If you don't like her, and you don't alienate her because of your childhood, that's a question of attitude."

Mo Zhaoyun saw that his youngest daughter was serious, and could not help but go up to her, and asked earnestly: "Then let my wife tell me, how is your husband's attitude?"

Gong Wan’er shot him a glance, and replied: "It's alright, just keep up the good work."

"Hubby, you work so hard, is it just so-so?" Mo Zhaoyun was unhappy, he glared at Gong Wan’er.

"Ugh .." As Gong Wan’er ate, he kept on thinking that what Mo Zhaoyun had just said was ambiguous, but he did not think too much into it. He swallowed the food in his mouth in a few bites, and then said faintly: "You're about to enter your golden age, you'll definitely attract more women in the future.

"You can just say that you're jealous, but you still beat around the bush and say so much." Mo Zhaoyun was overjoyed by her words, and fiercely bit on Gong Wan’er's greasy lips.

Gong Wan’er was so angry that he shouted loudly, "I hate you too much!"

Mo Zhaoyun instead laughed out loud, hugged Gong Wan’er and rubbed him for a while, making her gasp for breath repeatedly before stopping. She narrowed her eyes and wandered around her exquisite and white clavicles, "Wife, don't forget that you still owe me a night of marriage!"

"You are trying to force the truth!" On the night of the wedding, Gong Wan’er slept soundly, so of course there wouldn't be any wedding night.

But the past is the past.

Besides, they had already been husband and wife for so long. There really wasn't a lack of wedding night or something like that!