The Richest Billionaire is My Accidental Husband

“Why won’t you say something?” Xia Ye Zhao glared at her.

Chang Danran managed a bitter smile, forcing herself to remain calm. She brushed her long hair back and retorted sarcastically, “Are you still hung up on me? Five years later and you haven’t moved on? That doesn’t sound like the Xia Ye Zhao I know.”

His mood faltered at her words. “Chang Danran, don’t be too full of yourself!”

So, has he forgotten her?

Despite feeling discouraged, Chang Danran tried to appear nonchalant and stood her ground, “So, what nothing to do with you whether I’m getting married or not.”

Xia Ye Zhao was so furious he almost choked her, “Did you break up with me to marry Bo Jingyu?”

“That’s none of your business. Do you want to know about the patient on bed number 19? Didn’t they bring several top specialists from the capital? You should ask them. They know more than I do!”

Chang Danran was now in a terrible mood. For five years, her son had been her priority. Yet she couldn’t cure his illness.

She wanted to go to the changing room to change into her normal clothes, but as she took a step forward, Xia Ye Zhao grabbed her wrist, “I need you now.”

“I’ve told you, as a doctor, regarding the condition of the patient in bed 19, I may not know as much as those top specialists.You should ask them instead of me. I’m merely giving you the best advice I can,” she suggested.

Was she giving him advice, or just didn’t want to converse with him?

Xia Ye Zhao didn’t want to delve deeper, “I just want to get a box of VV painkillers.”

Chang Danran paused, “Does Mr. Song need painkillers? His IV drip already contains painkillers.”

“It’s not for him, it’s for Starlight.”

“Miss Ye? What’s wrong with her?”

Xia Ye Zhao’s tone was unconsciously gentle and indulgent, and there was worry, “She is having her period, I’m afraid she might feel uncomfortable. I want to have a box of medicine for her, give me a box of VV painkillers. This medicine isn’t sold in pharmacies, it’s only available in hospitals.”

“So, she isn’t ill at all? If she isn’t sick then I’m not allowed to give her medication casually.”

Xia Ye Zhao was oblivious to her disappointment, “It’s better to be safe than sorry. What if she feels uncomfortable alone in a hotel at night and there’s nowhere to buy medicine. If it was available in pharmacies, I wouldn’t have come to you.”

Chang Danran’s mood turned somber. Did his words mean: If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t have come to see you…

It seems that her state of mind hasn’t been well throughout the day. She was just wishful thinking and disgracing herself.

Chang Danran forced herself to hold it together, her response stiff, “Fine.”

Right now, all she wanted to do was give him the medication and then leave.

That night, it rained incessantly and never stopped.

Chang Danran rushed home as soon as she could, to their three-bedroom apartment where she stays with her son, Bo Jingyu stays in one, and her mother in the other. However, Bo Jingyu seldom came home due to his research work.

As soon as Chang Danran stepped inside the apartment, she put her bag down and asked her mother, who just came out of the living room, “Mom, did Xiaoman have another attack?”

Her mother, feeling sorry for her grandson, pointed to the closed door to the children’s room. “He locked himself in and wouldn’t let me in. He keeps saying that he can manage on his own. What can such a young child handle? Take this bowl of medicine to him. He’ll be fine once he drinks it.”