Chapter 558: The Worst Years of Illness

Nan Jiaojiao stood there without moving.

Expressionless, not even the corners of her eyes twitched.

With a shout, Han Qi indeed attracted quite a crowd of onlookers, but Nan Jiaojiao’s expression really made him feel intimidated.

He always felt like the next second he was going to get his throat slashed.

He was known for his thick skin, so it didn’t make sense for him to hold back the rest of his words; standing tall, he bellowed, “She knocked me out, delivered me to another man’s bed, and then walked away without a care, what a heartless woman!”

Hmm?

“Knocked out?”

“Delivered to another—”

“Man?”

“Bed!”

The surrounding crowd sure knew how to pick the buzzwords.

With each word that popped up, Han Qi could clearly hear it, and he actually blushed.

Even though he had racked his brains to come up with those words, why did they sound so different when others said them?

So damn embarrassing!

Nan Jiaojiao was still expressionless, her cold eyes just briefly swept over his face without causing any ripples.

Then, calmly, she took out her phone and dialed a number.

“Third Hospital, how many years do you hold the ones with the most severe conditions?”

Third Hospital?

Han Qi’s eyes twitched.

Was she planning to have him committed to a mental health hospital?

This girl was ruthless!

“Don’t be like that…” Han Qi didn’t dare to make a scene anymore, instantly begging for mercy, “I was just teasing you, don’t take it seriously, it’s not fun if you do.”

Nan Jiaojiao was still holding the phone, and she could vaguely hear someone speaking earnestly on the other end.

Her eyes glanced down at the sign Han Qi was holding.

He got the message instantly and immediately snapped the sign that read “Heartbreaker, return my innocence” in half.

“Just teasing, really, haven’t I been absent from your sight for a while, gotta make a high-profile appearance, you know.”

Nan Jiaojiao hung up the phone.

The bodyguards Han Qi had brought were already dispersing the spectators, but he could still hear some persistent murmurers asking softly, “Man, woman, delivered to bed—can these melons be linked together?”

The speaker glanced at Han Qi then turned to a companion, murmuring, “Seems like they can.”

What does that mean?

After mulling it over for a moment, Han Qi, brimming with joy, said to Nan Jiaojiao, “Little fairy, did you hear that?

They said I look good.”

“Mhm.”

Nan Jiaojiao responded perfunctorily, “What do you want?”

Han Qi asked, “What does the money you transferred to me mean?”

“You saved me, I should thank you.”

Han Qi found it unbelievable, “With money?

Do I look like someone who needs money?”

Nan Jiaojiao replied, “You may not, but apart from money, I have nothing else to offer you.”

“Who says there’s nothing else?”

Han Qi deliberately leaned in closer, and Ye Wanting immediately pulled Nan Jiaojiao behind her, standing in front like a warrior, “What, what do you want to do?!”

“Tsk.”

If it wasn’t for the fact that this young lady had a good relationship with Nan Jiaojiao, he would have moved her out of the way himself.

“You have something, you could offer yourself in marriage,” he said.

Even though there was someone between them, Han Qi’s sleazy expression didn’t diminish in the slightest when he said this.

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a cool glance and asked, “Do you want a VIP hospital room or multiple attending doctors?”

“What are you talking about?”

Han Qi stared at her phone and suddenly widened his eyes, “Are you still thinking about getting me admitted to a mental hospital, are you really that heartless?”

“Han Qi.”

Nan Jiaojiao addressed him seriously, “You saved me, and I am grateful.

I’ll remember this favor, and if you ever need anything in the future, you can ask me for help once.

If that doesn’t suit you, I can give you another sum of money.”