CEO’s Contract Sweet Wife

Mu Qianqian pulled at the corner of her blanket and explained helplessly as she looked at Rong Heting's pitiful little face.    

Rong Heting put on his clothes and returned to his usual indifference. The black suit perfectly outlined the man's slender figure. Even in the dark room where there was no sunlight at dawn, it was unable to conceal the figure of a man as a king.    

Rong Heting lowered his head to look at the little woman who hid her bare shoulders under the quilt and looked at him pleadingly. Then he walked in front of her and bent his head down, dragging her little chin so that she could look at his eyes.    

"I will take care of everything. Just take care of your body from now on. Hello, Mu Shen is the best."    

Rong Heting didn't give Mu Qianqian an accurate answer, nor did he want to face Mu Qianqian's innocent eyes again. Seeing that it was already 5 o'clock, he turned around and left the bedroom.    

No one could tell how unstable Rong Heting's footsteps were. He was afraid that if he continued to stay by Mu Qianqian's side, he would end up in a worse state. He could not be controlled by anyone. He could not let himself be trapped in a situation where he would never be able to recover. He must not have any weaknesses!    

The door to Mu Qianqian's bedroom slammed shut. Mu Qianqian stared blankly at the man's figure disappearing from her sight. It was only then did she realize how cold the air in the room was. The temperature inside the quilt that had once been filled with excitement gradually cooled down, making her even more suspicious that she was once again trapped in a dream.    

Didn't he promise her not to give her away? Didn't he also promise that she would arrange for the bone marrow matter? But why did her heart hurt so much? So much pain.    

Just when Rong Heting walked down the stairs to the living room on the first floor, Ting Lan suddenly came around the corner and stopped him in his tracks. Rong Heting seemed to have something to say as Ting Lan looked at him seriously. He walked towards the sofa and sat down coldly. It was a different attitude from when he was in front of Mu Qianqian, it was a decisive and decisive attack.    

"What's the matter?"    

Ting Lan hesitated for a moment, but she still remembered what her wife had said to her before she left, which strengthened her conviction.    

"Young Master, let Mu Qianqian go."    

Ting Lan noticed that Rong Heting's face turned cold because of her words. He was scared, but she couldn't forget her duty. She had to say what she had to say.    

"If it was an ordinary woman, Ting Lan wouldn't have dared to cross over, but Young Master might not have realized that Mu Qianqian is affecting you more and more. This will be detrimental to your future decisions. If you are used by someone who wants to help, Ting Lan thinks that it will be too dangerous."    

Ting Lan looked at Rong Heting, not knowing if he took her words in. She felt Rong Heting was lost in thought and was hesitating whether she should call him when the man's low voice sounded coldly.    

"Go on."    

"I can't deny that, Mu Qianqian isn't one of those women that you casually teased before. She's too pure, in this society that was contaminated by money and power, she's like a pure lotus, but Young Master, this is also the reason why she isn't fit to stay by our side.    

Being valued by you could be fatal to her. Even if we don't mention the deceit of the big families, just our bloody and cruel lives aren't suitable for her.    

"Young master …"    

Ting Lan said so much, but seeing that Rong Heting was staring at her coldly, she forced herself to continue talking.    

"If Young Master really dotes on her, then let her go."    

After Ting Lan finished speaking, the dark hall fell into a long silence. Only after she stood there with her legs numb did she wait for Rong Heting's reply.    

"Do I have to sink into this darkness forever?"    

Ting Lan's heart ached for Rong Heting as well. Of course, she didn't want her young master, who had accompanied her for so many years, to forever be trapped in the darkness, but now she had to remind him cruelly with reality.    

"Has the young master forgotten the death of the Madam?" "Shi Wenjie, you still haven't found him. You know better than anyone that he can't control what happened that year. The person in the dark is always waiting for you and Young Master Ling to make a mistake, young master!"    

Ting Lan waited for so long and saw that Rong Heting was still hesitating. In a moment of desperation, her voice also became louder.    

"Young master, let's not talk about avoiding all these. Mu Qianqian's body alone is not enough to become pregnant, she has already lost the right to be by your side. The old gramps would never agree to have a son with you! The inheritance of the Rong's cannot be delayed like this! "    

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"    

Ting Lan turned her head when she heard the sound. Rong Heting instantly looked up from the sofa and saw Mu Qianqian standing there with her head lowered with a pale face. She was wearing a thin nightgown.    

Ting Lan knew that she had not spoken, that she had not gone to ask how much Lili had heard, that her last words must have been heard by the innocent girl. He had told her a thousand times not to tell her about Sofia's condition. Now that Sofia knew, Ting Lan couldn't imagine what a blow that would be to the girl with her head down on the stairs.    

Rong Heting stared at Mu Qianqian without blinking. His heart suddenly became empty. He wanted to rush up to her to see if she was alright, but he held himself back.    

Ting Lan's words had touched his nerves. He really cared too much about Mu Qianqian, and he had already noticed it. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to go to the ward late at night to avoid being spied on by the people in the dark while Qianqian was in the hospital.    

No one paid any attention to the ceramic cup of water that fell to the ground. Mu Qianqian didn't say anything for a long time as Ting Lan's words kept echoing in her head.    

"It is difficult to be pregnant … It's impossible for a woman to have children...    

Is it me? The soup on the table...    

So that's how it is, how could I? "    

"Qianqian, don't be like this." In the end, Ting Lan couldn't bear to continue talking. She wanted to make the girl who was mumbling to herself come back to her senses.    

Mu Qianqian finally snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Ting Lan's words. She didn't look at Ting Lan, but she looked at Rong Heting, who was sitting on the sofa, with a helpless look on her face.    

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just wanted to make you a cup of tea. I won't make you angry in the future, I'll go back to my room now."    

After she finished speaking, Mu Qianqian ignored the two downstairs and went back to Rong Heting's bedroom alone. She did not mention what she had just heard. It was as quiet as if nothing had happened. Neither Rong Heting nor Ting Lan knew that the delicate girl was crying the moment she turned around.