"How long do you really expect me to wait? Until the child is born?"

"Yuanyuan, don't be angry, you're pregnant, getting angry will harm your health..."

"This is your last chance! If you don't divorce that wench, I will abort your son!"

"Alright, alright! I will divorce her tomorrow! I promise! Darling, don't get angry because of that woman."

Mu Anran stood by the roadside, watching her husband, Xiao Zhehe, tugging with a young woman.

She was vividly aware of their conversation.

Prior to this, she had always believed she had a perfect marriage, a husband who cherished her.

She never thought the truth would be so unbearable.

Mu Anran coldly watched her husband and the mistress approaching her.

How hilarious, the entangled pair didn't even notice her existence.

"Anran?" Xiao Zhehe was the first to see Mu Anran, his eyes popping in surprise.

Mu Anran gave a cold smile.

Xiao Zhehe appeared flustered, his face paled, he hurriedly rushed forward, "Anran, let me explain..."

"Slap!"

His response came in the form of a resounding smack in the face!

With this slap, Mu Anran mustered all her strength, her palms were burning with pain.

Xiao Zihe was dazed by the slap.

However, Song Lingyuan suddenly lunged forward, pushing Mu Anran away, "How dare you lay a hand on him? You crazy woman!"

Caught off guard, Mu Anran stumbled and fell backward.

"Watch out! A car!" Xiao Zihe cried out in surprise.

However, it was too late. Amidst the screeching sound of brakes, Mu Anran was hit by an SUV.

"Damn it!"

Ling Qizheng cursed under his breath, hastily unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out.

Driving along smoothly, he hadn't expected someone to dart out into the road.

Maintaining his composure, Ling Qizheng briskly walked to the front of the car. Dressed in immaculate military attire, his face was stern and resolute.

Struggling to sit up after being hit, Mu Anran's long and tidy hair came undone, her delicate face full of defiance.

The pain was so intense that she bit her lower lip until it bled. She had to endure, not give those despicable people the satisfaction of her suffering.

"You..." Ling Qizheng began to speak, but upon seeing Mu Anran's face, he abruptly stopped speaking, his tall body stiffened. It turned out to be... her!

"Are you okay? Where are you hurt?" Ling Qizheng crouched down in front of her, his voice filled with deep concern.

Mu Anran lifted her head, only to see her husband standing rooted to the spot, at a loss for what to do. And the other woman, still clinging to his arm, was smirking provocatively at her.

Mu Anran scoffed and harshly brushed off Ling Qizheng's aid. "I'm fine! I won't die!"

The stubborn expression on her face made Ling Qizheng's heart tighten and his brow furrow. After a moment, he extended his hand and grabbed her arm, "I'm taking you to the hospital!"

"I told you I'm fine, I won't go..."

Mu Anran tried to shake off his hand from her arm, but as she moved, a drilling pain shot through her right leg which made her let out a light gasp.

Ling Qizheng's brow furrowed even more. How could she possibly be okay if she was in such pain? She's truly stubborn.

Mu Anran pressed a hand on her right leg while supporting herself with the other, and tried to force herself to stand. No matter how unbearable it was, no matter how helpless she was, she didn't want to show such a scene in front of these two.

No sooner had she moved a bit than she found herself suddenly weightless in the air - it turned out Ling Qizheng just picked her up from the ground.

When Mu Anran reacted, she was about to struggle, but a threatening voice from the man stopped her: "Don't move! Unless you want to be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

Mu Anran paused and stopped struggling.

Seeing Ling Qizheng carrying Mu Anran to the car, Xiao Zihe finally recovered from the shock. He was about to step forward when Song Lingyuan held him back: "What are you doing?"

"She seems to be injured." Xiao Zihe furrowed his brow.

Song Lingyuan scoffed, "Aren't you trying to divorce her? What does her getting hurt got to do with you?"

Inside the car, Mu Anran coldly watched the scene outside.

At that moment, a tall figure blocked her view. She looked up to see Ling Qizheng's stern and resolute face.

From her perspective, she could perfectly see his clean-cut jawline. Oddly enough, it gave her a sense of familiarity.

The cold and domineering officer, it seemed she had seen him somewhere before.

The off-road vehicle headed straight for the military hospital; throughout the journey, Mu Anran remained silent.

As soon as the car parked in the hospital parking lot, a young man dressed in a military uniform ran over. As Ling Qizheng got out of the car, the young man gave him a standard military salute with a crisp sound, "Hello, Commander!"

"Hmm." Ling Qizheng nodded slightly, turned around to open the passenger door, and carried Mu Anran out of the car.

The young soldier immediately came forward, wanting to take over Mu Anran, "Commander, allow me."

Ling QiZheng glanced at him, bypassed the young soldier, and proceeded, "No need, I got it."

Even while carrying Mu Anran, his steps were steady and fast.

The young soldier had no choice but to run to catch up, stealing curious glances at Mu Anran when Ling Qizheng wasn't looking.

Having served the commander for three years, the soldier knew of his frigid demeanor. The commander hardly said a word to women, let alone carry one!

A woman whom he would carry must be no ordinary woman.

Being a doctor herself, Mu Anran knew that this military hospital was the best in the city.

What surprised her was, they didn't have to wait at all. They went straight into the consultation room upon arrival.

The doctors who received them were all very respectful.

Clearly, this man carried a lot of weight.

From beginning to end, Ling Qizheng didn't say much to Mu Anran, but he took very good care of her.

The young soldier followed behind, increasingly perplexed. Weren't there wheelchairs in the hospital? Why was the commander constantly carrying her?

Unable to stop himself, he stealthily glanced at Mu Anran a few times. He had to admit, the commander's taste was pretty good. This girl was really beautiful, though a bit too slender, making her appear frail and vulnerable in the commander's embrace.

Ling Qizheng coughed lightly, his robust figure instantly blocking the soldier's line of sight, casting him a cold glance.

Receiving his warning-filled gaze, the young soldier shivered immediately and stood straight with the standard military posture, eyes on nose and nose on heart, daring not to sneak another peek.

He was only able to breathe a sigh of relief when Ling Qizheng carried Mu Anran into the examination room.

Good God, he was scared to death. He had only taken two glances at the girl and the commander looked like he was going to eat him alive. A layer of cold sweat formed on his back.

The examination results came out quickly. A mild fracture in the right leg's tibia. No surgery was required, but a cast needed to be applied.

As she had expected, the doctor immediately requested her hospitalization. Before she even had a chance to speak, she saw the young soldier rush off to handle the procedures with documents in hand.

Ling Qizheng tidied her medical report and placed it in her arms, then lifted her again.

Being carried around by a man in the hospital, Mu Anran felt quite embarrassed. After all, they were strangers who had just met. Cheeks blushing, she said, "Commander, actually, I can sit in a wheelchair."

Without taking one look at her, Ling Qizheng replied, "Wheelchairs are inconvenient for stairs, and elevators are crowded. A hassle."

Mu Anran was speechless. Though this man was not much for words, his every fibre radiated an innate aura of sovereignty, a dominance that did not tolerate dissent.