Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

An Ran lay on the bed, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her body, and her heart suddenly tightened, as if she had guessed what he was going to say.

"……What?"

The male doctor looked at her with great sympathy and announced the bad news, "Ms. An, you may never be able to be a mother in this life."

——Miss An, you may never be able to be a mother in this life.

An Ran's pupils shrank to pinpoint awns, tears suddenly flowed down his face, and he began to cry uncontrollably...

Everyone in the interrogation room looked at her sympathetically, especially the female police officer, who was sympathetic but unable to understand.

An Ran should be well aware of her own physical condition, and she deliberately fell down the stairs in order to frame others. Now it's better, the child is gone, and she is punished. She will never be able to get pregnant again in this life. Why bother?

Is money and status so important to her?

Is it worth using her to exchange the happiness of a woman's life?

"Ms. An, although this news is unfortunate, I still want to remind you that your detention procedures have been completed. You must stay at the police station for a few days before the bartender returns to China. Of course, for your health Think about it, we will ask the doctor to do a routine check-up for you every three hours to try to ensure your health."

"Now you can rest here with peace of mind. The doctor will come to change your intravenous drip later."

The people in the interrogation room left one after another, and the people who were sobbing in pain didn't care at all. She cried until her voice became hoarse and she could no longer shed a single tear, so she opened her crimson eyes and looked at the roof aimlessly...

Time passed minute by minute.

She heard footsteps outside, and then the doorknob of the interrogation room clicked. After a while, a man walked in with heavy steps.

Who's coming again?

The doctor or the policewoman?

An Ran lay on the bed and didn't want to move. Her chest was burning and uncomfortable, and she was about to suffocate.

She didn't want to pay attention to anyone, and now she just wanted to lie quietly for a while.

At this moment, an unexpected voice rang at the door, "Sister An Ran?"

An Ran suddenly opened her eyes wide.

She barely supported herself and sat up from the bed. She saw the man coming in through the interrogation room's prison bars - Huang Xin's face was covered with wounds and he looked very embarrassed.

It was no different from what she saw in the morning.

No, he should look even more embarrassed than he did in the morning.

Because in addition to the scars left on his face from the fight, he also had some new scars. His left cheek had obviously been beaten, leaving a bright red fingerprint!

An Ran's lips twitched and she looked at him with complicated eyes, "What are you doing here?"

Huang Xin sat on the bench visiting the prisoner. He handed a bank card through the gap between the iron bars and placed it on the stone platform inside her. Then he said in a forbearing voice, "There are five million in it. Take it and give it to me." The police should fill in Si Chen’s money.”

An Ran's heart tightened, and she sat up a little. She glanced at her bank card longingly, then looked away and looked at him, "How did you know that I..." How did you know that she was short of five million to fill the hole?

Huang Xin seemed to know what she was going to ask, and said calmly, "Auntie told me. Auntie told me everything, and Si Chen's secretary also called me."

Of course, Si Chen's secretary and lady are completely two different things.

If it was before, he would definitely believe Aunt An without hesitation, but now he is not sure...