Valentine's Day Night
Editor: Atlas Studios
Pei Ziheng carried Xia Ling into his Rolls Royce.
"To the hospital." He instructed the driver in a deep voice.
Xia Ling was still writhing in pain in his arms. Her left hand was holding her abdomen, and an expression of pain was plastered on her face.
Pei Ziheng looked down at her before hurrying the driver. "Hurry up." He lowered his head to Xia Ling again and covered the cold, slender hand on her abdomen with his warm, broad palm. "You'll be fine."
His voice seemed to have the miraculous power of consolation.
Xia Ling softly responded with an "mmhmm" and became quiet.
Pei Ziheng said, "So silly."
"Hmm?" She was confused.
"Why did you anger him if you knew you couldn't beat him?" Pei Ziheng said. "You aren't who you were before. Li Lei isn't protecting and looking out for you. Stay away from those rich bastards, do you understand?"
Hearing his words, Xia Ling too felt that she had acted stupidly.