My Billionaire Ex Won't Let Me Go Unless I Bear His Child

Xiang Yiran had received a tip-off from an informant earlier, claiming that Wen Wanzi had shown up at the studio.

But later, the informant could no longer contact the thugs stationed there.

The journalists sent over managed to take a photo of Bao Yancheng at the door, carrying the unconscious Wen Wanzi.

Xiang Yiran clenched her teeth in hatred, yet her heart was pounding.

Yancheng should have hated Wen Wanzi to the extreme.

Why would he still go to rescue her!

Xiang Yiran shifted her gaze and picked up her phone to dial Bao Yancheng's number.

She absolutely could not lose to this vixen, Wen Wanzi!

Bao Yancheng had just finished treating some minor scrapes on his body when he answered the call.

"Hello, Yiran. What's going on?"

Xiang Yiran's nose twitched, her voice taking on a crying tone, pitiful.

"Yancheng, Wanzhi might be in danger, and it's all my fault!"

Bao Yancheng's expression turned stern.

What did this matter have to do with Xiang Yiran?

Bao Yancheng's gaze darkened, and he spoke calmly, testing the waters.

"What happened? Don't panic, tell me."

Over the phone, Xiang Yiran's voice trembled, "Because of the previous incident, I have some extreme fans who have always wanted to seek revenge on Wanzhi. I just received news that they might have gone to make trouble at her studio! Yancheng, could you please go check on the studio? I'm afraid she's in danger."

Bao Yancheng's tone softened a bit, "Don't worry, she's fine, she's already at First Hospital."

Xiang Yiran gasped, her voice altering slightly.

"Is Wanzhi injured? I'm sorry, Yancheng, it's all my fault… It must be serious, I'll go see her right away!"

Bao Yancheng rubbed his brow slightly annoyed.

He disliked trouble.

"It's just a few stitches, no need for you to come over, just rest well."

Xiang Yiran, upon hearing that Wen Wanzi had only minor injuries, was extremely displeased inside, but still obediently hung up the phone.

Thinking it over, a calculating glint flashed in her eyes, and she still ordered someone to prepare a car to the hospital.

When Xiang Yiran arrived at the hospital, Wen Wanzi was already in the hospital room.

But there was no sign of Bao Yancheng.

Wen Wanzi had just finished getting stitches, her left forearm wrapped in thick gauze.

The anesthesia had not yet worn off, and she lay there with a pale face, unconscious.

Xiang Yiran looked at her face and tightly grasped the armrest of the wheelchair.

It must be because of this face that Yancheng still hasn't forgotten her!

The door to the hospital room suddenly opened, and Xiang Yiran turned around, the light in her eyes dimming.

She thought it was Bao Yancheng.

Dr. Chen hesitated before entering, his brow furrowed.

"Where's the patient's family?"

Her husband seemed to be here just now.

Xiang Yiran immediately responded, "Wanzhi is my sister-in-law, what happened?"

She desperately wished for Wen Wanzi to be in serious trouble.

Dr. Chen hesitated for a moment but still handed over the blood report.

"The patient's blood work shows severe issues, she must undergo leukemia treatment as soon as possible, ask her family to come to my office in a while."

When Xiang Yiran heard the words 'leukemia', she almost laughed out loud.

Xiang Yiran quickly pinched herself to control her expression.

"Okay, thank you, Doctor, I'll inform my brother."

After Dr. Chen left the room, Xiang Yiran still couldn't help but sneer.

"Wen Wanzi, look, even the heavens are helping me. If you know what's good for you, you'll die soon."

She took out her phone, aiming it at Wen Wanzi's face and the hospital bed, constantly pressing the shutter.

Bao Yancheng had an important conference call, initially planning to cancel, but couldn't withstand the board's pressure and had to participate in the meeting from his car.

Just as he returned to the hospital room, he encountered Xiang Yiran at the door.

Xiang Yiran looked up as though startled, her face lighting up with joy.

"Yancheng! I was waiting for you."

Bao Yancheng approached, looking down at the report in her hand.

"What happened?"

Xiang Yiran handed the report to Bao Yancheng, her face filled with worry.

"It's Wanzhi's blood report. The doctor just came by and said she has severe anemia and needs to be well-rested. I know some hematologists, and I've already had someone contact them…"

Bao Yancheng flipped through the blood report but didn't notice the gleam in Xiang Yiran's eyes.

How could she let Bao Yancheng know that Wen Wanzhi had been diagnosed with leukemia!

She wished Wen Wanzhi would die sooner.

Bao Yancheng lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the scars on Xiang Yiran's wrist, his expression filled with concern.

"Yiran, don't worry about these things, take care of yourself."

Xiang Yiran feigned panic and shyness, lowering her head to pull down the sleeve she had deliberately pushed up.

"It's okay, big brother Yancheng..."

Her bangs concealed the cunning flash in Xiang Yiran's eyes.

The pain she felt when she made those wounds herself, was now as great as the pride in her heart.

Wen Wanzhi, you could never outsmart me.

Xiang Yiran didn't plan to stay long, "Big brother Yancheng, if sister-in-law Wanzhi is fine, then I'll be leaving first."

Bao Yancheng stood up and took the wheelchair from the caretaker, "Alright, I'll see you out."

Just after sending Xiang Yiran off, Bao Yancheng encountered an unexpected visitor at the door of the hospital room.

Ye Yazhou was dressed in a white long-sleeve T-shirt and jeans, carrying a backpack, anxiously waiting.

Bao Yancheng, in a sharp suit and exquisite handmade leather shoes, his cuffs and tie clip shimmering with understated luxury, looked arrogantly at the newcomer.

"Mr. Ye, you're a bit late."

Ye Yazhou turned around, his eyes sharp and wary as he looked back at Bao Yancheng.

His gaze shifted and he saw the blood report clutched in the man's hand.

The name Wen Wanzhi was written boldly at the top!

A tightness gripped Ye Yazhou's heart.

Wen Wanzhi had entrusted him not to let Bao Yancheng know about her cancer.

Bao Yancheng moved half a step, positioning himself in front of the hospital room, involuntarily emanating a chill.

The two men locked eyes, and the atmosphere around them dropped to freezing.

The hospital room door opened, and a nurse walked out.

She was holding a bouquet from the bedside, her expression unpleasant.

"Who is the family member? The patient is awake. Also, Miss Wen said she is allergic to lilies, don't bring them into the room anymore."

Bao Yancheng glanced at the bouquet of lilies, his jawline tightened in displeasure.

Since Xiang Yiran was adopted by the Bao Family, Bao Yuan had been quite fond of her.

Because Xiang Yiran liked lilies, Bao Yuan ordered to replace all the irises in the yard with white lilies.

Later, Wen Wanzhi stopped returning to the Bao Mansion.

He had also not bought flowers for Wen Wanzhi in a long time.

Bao Yancheng entered the room and saw the frail and pale Wen Wanzhi lying on the hospital bed, his emotions surging uncontrollably with irritation.

Wen Wanzhi put away the confusion and fragility in her eyes and got straight to the point, her voice low and hoarse.

"Bao Yancheng, by saving me this time, I owe you. I don't want the money, let's just divorce."

She didn't intend to entangle with Bao Yancheng any longer.

She would find a way to pay for her grandfather's nursing home.

A rage simmered in Bao Yancheng's eyes.

This woman, just escaped from the brink of death, and all she talked about was money and divorce; didn't she have anything else to say?

The last bit of softness in his heart vanished completely, and he laughed in anger.

"I've said before, after having the child, whether it's money or divorce, I would give you whatever you want."

Standing at the doorway, Ye Yazhou's face instantly changed.

He rushed like a provoked little beast, grabbing Bao Yancheng's collar, his clenched fist bulging with veins.

"Bao Yancheng, are you even human?"

Ye Yazhou's eyes were ablaze with fire, if it weren't for Wen Wanzhi's sake, be it the big boss of Kyoto or the richest man in the city…

To him, Ye Yazhou, none of that mattered!

Bodyguards at the door rushed into the room with a whoosh, but Bao Yancheng raised his hand to stop them.

Inside the room, the tension was about to explode.

"Xiao Zhou, let it go," Wen Wanzhi spoke heavily.

She hadn't planned to lay all her cards on the table.

But like a gambler at the table, losing till the end left her no choice but to reveal her last card.

Wen Wanzhi, supporting her aching arm, struggled to sit up.

Ye Yazhou put down his fist and hastily bent to steady her.

Wen Wanzhi coughed lightly and looked steadily through her plain, waveless eyes at the arrogant man at the door.

"Bao Yancheng, I have leukemia, I can't bear children for you. Change your terms."