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A meticulously planned conspiracy left An Ning’s reputation in tatters and her innocence gone. Four years later, she was entangled by a certain adorable child who insisted she marry his aloof father. Rumors had it that Jingchen, a man of high standing, was chaste and uninterested in women, yet his four-year-old son was clamoring for a mommy. One day, he led An Ning to his father. "Dad, I've taken a liking to this woman. Either you marry her, or I will. You decide," he said. With an expressionless face, Yu Jingchen said, "Since my son has gone to great lengths, how could I not marry her?" An Ning was dumbfounded. Could this father and son be any more presumptuous? They want to marry her, but does she not have the reason to refuse?
Blood, like water, flowed from An Ning's arm into the blood bag.
"800cc of blood, extraction complete!" The nurse hastily took the blood to the operating room on the same floor, where the injured princess awaited salvation.
Leaning on the blood donation bed, An Ning, ignoring the intense dizziness, willfully sat up.
She grabbed the sugar water prepared by the nurse and gulped it down.
Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her pale face made her look like she was about to collapse, as cold as ice.
"I've already given you 800cc of blood. Where's the money I asked for?"
She looked at the man in the room, once the most important man in her life, her childhood sweetheart, and also her fiancé Xu Junjie.
He once promised to love her for a lifetime, but unfortunately, vows always seem to crumble under pressure.
When she was most grievously framed, he not only refused to believe her but also stood on her opposing side.
He cheated with the very person who framed her, her half-sister An Xueqi.
And now he was also doing everything possible to hurt her.
"200,000 yuan, I've already transferred it to your bank account. Check your phone, it should have arrived!" Xu Junjie said indifferently.
An Ning picked up her phone, the dizziness from blood loss made it hard for her to focus on the screen.
She shook her head heavily several times.
Xu Junjie let out a mocking smile; his handsome and refined face bore disdain for her. "Don't worry, that amount of money isn't even enough for me and Xueqi to have a meal. I wouldn't cheat you out of Uncle An's money, nor do I need to stoop so low for such a small amount!"
An Ning's heart was severely stung.
This 200,000 yuan should have been the hospital fee her biological father was obliged to pay for her mother.
Yet her own father had forced her to donate 800cc of blood before he would give her the money.
All because she has RH-negative Type A blood, a particularly rare type. Coincidentally, it's the same as her father's illegitimate daughter.
And this illegitimate daughter had been grazed by an electric bike an hour ago, got injured, and urgently needed blood.
An electric bike scrape requiring a blood transfusion?
An Ning knew in her heart, it was mostly a deliberate act by An Xueqi, aiming to tap her blood, finding pleasure in her pain.
And her father, doting on An Xueqi, trusting her more, wouldn't bother to doubt it.
So she could only suppress her intense hatred and give blood to a bastard child.
Finally, she opened the banking app and saw the newly transferred 200,000 yuan.
Ignoring her weak and wobbly body, she prepared to leave.
Just then, a nurse hurried in. "Doctor Xu, something's wrong! Miss An Xueqi has lost too much blood; we need another 400cc."
Xu Junjie was startled and blocked An Ning's way. "I'll give you 200,000 for another 400cc of blood from you!!"
An Ning's heart ached intensely.
How could he be so cold-blooded, so indifferent to whether she lived or died?
She coldly pushed him away. "Sorry, I'm not selling my blood today!"
"1 million!" Xu Junjie carelessly doubled the offer.
An Ning laughed until tears blurred her vision. "Young Master Xu is so generous to Miss An, so lavish. But if I earn this money, I need to be alive to spend it, right? Sorry, but I'm not selling!"
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An Ning's father An Jiancheng and stepmother Zhou Shiran rushed into the transfusion room.
"Has the 400cc of blood been extracted?" Zhou Shiran asked anxiously.
Xu Junjie pulled at An Ning. "Not yet!"
Zhou Shiran, with tears streaming down her face, looked desperately at her husband. "Jiancheng, what should we do? Our daughter is waiting for blood to save her life."
An Jiancheng pointed at An Ning and shouted, "Nurse, quickly draw her blood, hurry."
"Dad, I've already given 800cc; if you take another 400cc, aren't you afraid of killing me? All you care about is saving Xueqi; am I not your daughter too?" An Ning's eyes were red with sorrow as she looked at her father and asked.
An Jiancheng felt a pang of shame.
Zhou Shiran shook her husband's arm forcefully, not caring about An Ning's safety as she pleaded. "Jiancheng, hurry and persuade An Ning. Xueqi is her own sister, isn't it ruthless of her to not save her?"
