Chapter 21 You Don't Have To Pretend Anymore_1

Upon entering the hospital ward, Luo Qianxun saw only Jiang Xinjie lying on the bed in a daze.

Li Mingxun was not there, which took her by surprise.

She placed the thermos on the table, opened the lid, poured a bowl of soup and handed it to Jiang Xinjie. Her voice was cold, "Get up and drink the chicken soup."

"Luo Qianxun, what sort of attitude is this?"

Jiang Xinjie looked up at Luo Qianxun, her eyes cold. "It was you who caused me to lose my child. Don't you feel a bit of remorse?"

"Jiang Xinjie, Li Mingxun is not here. You can stop your act now."

Luo Qianxun placed the chicken soup on the cabinet and frowned. "It was clearly you who intentionally fell. Why are you trying to frame me?"

"Framing you?"

Jiang Xinjie raised her eyebrows. "Do you think Li Mingxun will believe your words?"

"He may not believe me, but this is the truth."

Luo Qianxun gave a bitter laugh and shook her head. "I didn't expect you to be so ruthless. To frame me, you even plotted against your own child."

"If you don't be hard on yourself, how can you get what you want?"

Jiang Xinjie showed a smug smile, and when she heard the footsteps outside the ward, she said to Luo Qianxun, "Qianxun, I want to drink the chicken soup. Can you give it to me?"

Luo Qianxun looked at Jiang Xinjie and handed her the chicken soup.

The door to the ward was pushed open, and Li Mingxun came in.

Luo Qianxun instinctively looked over. Almost at the same time, she heard Jiang Xinjie's scream, "Ah!... It hurts..."

Li Mingxun rushed over and pushed Luo Qianxun away. "What happened?"

He saw Jiang Xinjie's hand was red from the hot chicken soup and the bowl on the bed.

"It hurts..."

Jiang Xinjie's tears kept falling. "Brother Mingxun, don't blame Qianxun. She didn't mean to spill the soup on my hand. It was my own carelessness..."

Her words undoubtedly affirmed Luo Qianxun's guilt.

Luo Qianxun widened her eyes and incredulously looked at Jiang Xinjie, "Do you find this amusing? You purposely spilled the soup to then falsely accuse me?"

"Qianxun, I know you have a grievance against me."

Jiang Xinjie cried pitifully, "But I've already lost my child. Can't you forgive me?"

"You…"

Luo Qianxun angrily laughed, "Jiang Xinjie, you're so ruthless. You really stop at nothing in order to frame me."

"Slap!" With a loud sound, Li Mingxun slapped Luo Qianxun's face, "Enough, Luo Qianxun, you've gone too far."

Luo Qianxun covered her cheek, the sting making her realize this man didn't hold back at all.

This was the second time Li Mingxun had slapped her. For his mistress, he completely disregarded her as his wife.

Li Mingxun looked at Luo Qianxun's defiant eyes, slightly frowning, and ignored her.

He held Jiang Xinjie's hand and blew on it. "I'll have a nurse come in to treat this."

"No need, it's not a serious burn. You blew on it, and it doesn't hurt anymore."

Jiang Xinjie coquettishly responded. Li Mingxun bent down and blew again, "As long as it doesn't hurt."

After refilling the bowl of chicken soup, he took a spoonful and fed it to Jiang Xinjie. "You're in your month of confinement, don't get too emotional."

"Hmm."

Seeing Luo Qianxun's disheveled state from the corner of her eye, her smugness within her grew.

She wanted to deal such blows to Luo Qianxun. She had never failed to get what she wanted.

Whether it was Li Mingxun's love or the title of Lady Li.