Chapter 201: Just One Look Is Enough to Make Me Anxious

Song Qingtian took a deep breath: “It’s just that…”

Song Qingtian stammered as she recounted the whole incident to Ling Hanyu. Ling Hanyu stared at her, his gaze growing colder and more profound.

“Have you grown tired of living?”

Song Qingtian remained silent.

“Do you even know what Chen Jianxiu used to do? He’s ruthless and vicious—there’s not a single wicked deed he hasn’t committed, no crime he wouldn’t dare to pull off.”

Song Qingtian didn’t know, but she wasn’t afraid either.

So she didn’t react much at all.

Ling Hanyu was so furious he wanted to kill someone; he got up and walked over to the side.

Song Qingtian let out a sigh of relief—thank goodness nothing had happened.

She tugged at the blanket and rolled over, turning her back to Ling Hanyu.

Ling Hanyu turned around and, seeing her turn away, asked, “Why did you go looking for Chen Jianxiu?”

“I didn’t want him to hurt Nuonuo.”

Song Qingtian sounded very innocent—what could she possibly expect from Ling Hanyu?

Clearly, Ling Hanyu wasn’t someone you could trust!

Ling Hanyu said nothing.

Song Qingtian was sleepy and actually fell asleep.

Hearing Song Qingtian’s deep, steady breathing, Ling Hanyu went over to her.

He pulled back the blanket—she was fast asleep.

Song Qingtian’s face was flushed and her breathing labored; Ling Hanyu touched her—and she was scorching hot!

The doctor entered the room, looking rather worried after examining her.

Her persistent, recurring fever could lead to other complications.

Ling Hanyu’s face was tight with anger: “Didn’t we say earlier that she’d be fine?”

“We were careless.”

“What else can we do?”

Ling Hanyu went to check on Song Qingtian, and the doctor reminded him:

“The Madam needs complete rest; her condition is likely tied to emotional agitation. Right now, she really needs to get plenty of sleep. In fact, her body is quite weak, so a cold caused by exposure to the cold is easier to cure than a viral cold, and the symptoms are milder too. The main reason for her current state is probably her emotions.”

Ling Hanyu gestured for everyone to leave.

He sat down in the hospital room and waited.

Secretary Yang quickly wrapped up the matter on his end; they filed a lawsuit, and those people claimed they’d had a falling-out with Song Qingtian before—back then, Song Qingtian had publicly insulted them in the street. So when they ran into her this time, they stormed straight into the hospital, intent on attacking her.

But since they violated the Public Security Law, the court wouldn’t sentence them to jail for very long.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Hanyu said to his secretary: “Tell the lawyer that the Madam is mentally unstable. I want them to spend their entire lives behind bars—no matter the cost, I don’t care how much it takes.”

Yang Yifan immediately understood: “Yes, sir.”

As soon as the call ended, Ling Hanyu looked at Song Qingtian, who was still fast asleep—sleeping for two or three days straight really was something she could do.

Feeling exhausted, Ling Hanyu went to rest.

By the time Song Qingtian woke up, Ling Hanyu was already asleep.

Looking at Ling Hanyu’s peaceful, deep slumber, Song Qingtian felt a faint flutter of romantic feelings.

She climbed down from the bed and walked over to Ling Hanyu, calling out, “Ling Hanyu?”

Ling Hanyu didn’t respond. Song Qingtian stretched her bones and recalled Chen Jianxiu’s misdeeds, deciding she would teach him a little lesson.

Since he insisted on treating her this way, she might as well make him understand just how dangerous it is to mess with her.

Song Qingtian went to the bathroom, pulled out her phone, and started working.

A few minutes later, a scandalous video was uploaded online.

When Song Qingtian came out of the bathroom, she felt completely relaxed.

Ling Hanyu sat on the bed, watching her.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on what he was feeling—he’d only just noticed that Song Qingtian was awake and standing right beside him, calling his name.

He thought she might be trying to sneak a kiss.

After all, whenever he took a shower in the past, Song Qingtian would always peek.

But this time she’d gone straight to the bathroom—and she’d brought her phone with her.

What did that mean?

In Song Qingtian’s heart, her biggest concern was her daughter; beyond that, it was all about how to deal with people who posed a threat to her.

He simply didn’t exist in her world.

“Are you awake?” Ling Hanyu asked as he watched Song Qingtian walk over to the window to breathe in the fresh air.

Song Qingtian jumped in fright.

She spun around and stared at Ling Hanyu as if she’d seen a ghost, clutching her chest and gasping for breath: “Are you trying to scare me to death?”

“You’re scared of being scared, too?”

Ling Hanyu tried to keep his temper and calm himself down, but when it came to Song Qingtian, he just couldn’t help it.

Song Qingtian looked at Ling Hanyu looming right in front of her—was this man capable of anything other than bullying women? What kind of skill was that?

Even though she dared to think such things, Song Qingtian’s courage was short-lived.

Without enough strength, she could only swallow her pride and compromise.

After all, she still had her daughter.

The day she secured custody of her daughter would be the day she finally stood up and took control of her own life.

Song Qingtian was pushed against the window and gave an awkward little smile.

Ling Hanyu’s body was already pressed tightly against hers, and he couldn’t understand how, in just a couple of months, he’d become so captivated by her.

He didn’t even like her, yet he was irresistibly drawn to her body—especially the sweet scent she carried.

They’d certainly had contact before, but just one glance at her would make him anxious.

Song Qingtian pressed both hands against Ling Hanyu’s chest, trying to push him away—otherwise, if this kept up, she might lose control again.

But she’d underestimated Ling Hanyu’s strength; he was as solid as steel and impossible to budge.

As a result, Song Qingtian began to squirm again.

End of Chapter 201: Just One Look Is Enough to Make Me Anxious