Si Yuheng glanced at Liang Anya, who was still standing there motionless: "What are you waiting for? Take the baby to the ward."

It was more of a command than a statement.

Liang Anya snapped out of it, a hint of amusement on her lips. An acquaintance? Another acquaintance? Isn’t there anyone in this world he doesn’t know? No doubt, it’s another ward secured with money and connections.

She bit her lip: "No need. It’s fine here. We can leave once the blood test results are out. There’s no need to make it complicated."

A layer of frost appeared in his eyes, and with no patience left, he strode over and said in a tone restrained with extreme displeasure, with a cold smile: "Are you sure it’s fine here?"

If Liang Tao and Liang Jue weren’t present, she guessed he might have held her chin up and looked all over her face.

The incessant cries of children were distressing, along with the disordered footsteps of nurses, and the air was mixed with various food scents.

The environment was indeed poor.

"Anya, come on, I know you don’t want to trouble REX, but REX has already arranged everything." Liang Jue persuaded.

"Yes, quickly take Xiaoxiao over, don’t delay." Liang Tao, also without time to notice the strange atmosphere between the two, became anxious, as Xiaoxiao’s health was the top priority.

Liang Anya had no choice but to follow everyone to the arranged ward.

**

The pediatric single room ward was a world apart from the infusion room.

The environment was serene, with soft, thick bedding and special infant facilities, and nurses outside ready at any moment.

"REX, it’s just for Xiaoxiao to rest for a while, waiting for the test results, this is too much."

Liang Jue knew how hard it was to secure a bed in a top hospital, especially for a child with a simple cold like Xiaoxiao. It was impossible to get a ward, let alone such a high-class single room.

"Xiaoxiao’s comfort is the most important." Si Yuheng glanced at Xiaoxiao, who had already been put to bed.

Not to mention just finding a high-class ward, if the hospital couldn’t take care of his daughter, he might as well have blown the place up.

Liang Anya, seeing Xiaoxiao asleep, didn’t want to face this man in the ward and picked up a kettle: "Dad, brother, I’m going to get some boiling water."

...

In the pantry, Liang Anya absent-mindedly refilled the kettle but didn’t return to the ward, leaning her back against the edge of the sink to kill time.

Anyway, with dad and brother watching Xiaoxiao, nothing would happen.

She decided to go back to the ward after the blood test results came out.

Suddenly, the door swung open.

The tall, straight figure of a man slipped in like a ghost, and his exotically blue eyes flashed like diamonds in the dimly lit pantry, making Liang Anya shrink back half a step, instinctively grabbing the kettle in a defensive gesture.

"What, planning to pour boiling water on me?" He laughed, his lips curving into an indescribably charming smile.

"... Very likely! Don’t mess around. This is boiling water. If my hand shakes and it splashes on your face, don’t blame me for disfiguring you!" she threatened.

Whenever he appeared, it was never good!

He chuckled softly, undaunted, continuing to approach her step by step.

"What exactly do you want? Enough... stop!" she continued to threaten, unscrewing the cap of the kettle.

"So pitiful, bringing your sick daughter to the hospital alone... sweetie, where is that newly wedded husband of yours?" his mocking voice echoed in the narrow pantry.

This woman still insisted on saying Xiaoxiao was Jiang Pinhao’s child?

If Jiang Pinhao was the father, where was that man? Why not call him here!?

"Pin... Pinhao went to the seaside for geological exploration and isn’t in the city these days, and Xiaoxiao just has a common cold, does he really need to come!" she defended.

Ha, that little mouth was still so stubborn!

He had pried it open so many times, yet it remains obstinate!

Si Yuheng’s lips flashed cold, his hand reached around to grip her waist, pinning her against the sink: "Alright then, since you two are so in love, call your husband to rescue you."

"Si—" she hadn’t screamed when a hand lifted the hem of her skirt high, all the way to her waist.

In her haste to bring Xiaoxiao to the hospital in the middle of the night, she hadn’t changed clothes, wearing just a cotton nightgown with a fleece hoodie over it.

Her calves kicked desperately: "Since you know I have a husband, show some decency—"

He impatiently lifted her bare ankle high, wrapping it around his strong waist, whispering by her ear, endlessly roguish: "I’m not Chinese, I don’t understand your silly rules! If you’re capable, call your professor husband to save you..."

"Let go! I’m warning you one more time..." She could tell he was serious and began to panic, "Si Yuheng... you’ve gone mad! I’m already married... let me go..."

Such words only infuriated him more, his voice carried more mockery, his cold palm firmly covering her mouth: "Lately, my tastes have changed, and I like playing with married women."

"... What will it take for you to let me and Xiaoxiao go!" she nearly screamed, her voice muffled by his hand.

"Tell me in your own words, Xiaoxiao is my daughter."

"No, she’s not! Xiaoxiao is not your daughter, never will be!" she clung to her last bit of resolve!

Still being stubborn.

He wanted to see how long this woman could keep her stubbornness up.

With his body restraining her, he freed one hand, reaching down, rummaging his pocket.

Her eyes widened, uneasy: "...What are you trying to do..."

"Call your husband, let him hear how I enjoy his wife..."

She gritted her teeth and, at the same time, felt something hard pressing aggressively against her soft waist. Seizing the opportunity when he only had one hand on her, she grabbed the kettle beside her and with a "bang," smashed it hard at his feet!

The lid cracked open, scalding water splashed on the man’s pant leg.

His face changed, seemingly burned, showing a hint of restrained pain, his hand loosened, and he stepped back a few paces, finally letting her go.

"You asked for it! The burn unit is over there; go see them yourself!" she gasped, no longer caring about anything else, flung open the door, and quickly ran away.

He endured the stinging pain in his foot, supported himself, and narrowed his gloomy eyes, staring at her hasty retreating figure.

Even now, she refused to admit that Xiaoxiao was his daughter...

Alright then—

He’d make her cry out and admit it!

...

Liang Anya returned to the ward, gasping for breath, her appearance startling Liang Tao and Liang Jue.

"What happened, Anya? Weren’t you going to get some hot water..."

"I... uh..." She hadn’t fully collected herself, caught off guard by Liang Tao’s question.

The door creaked open, and Si Yuheng walked in with a stony face, holding the kettle: "She accidentally broke the kettle in the pantry."