Chapter 741: Little Sister-in-Law in the Hospital

It was mealtime, and the break room was crowded with people, leading the nurses to gossip enviously.

“Just now, her husband insisted on us adding an extra bed, saying he wanted her to sleep better at night.

I said we didn’t have any, but he still wanted one delivered from a department store.”

“Those who can afford the VIP ward aren’t short of cash, I’m so jealous.

Who’s going to check on them with me tonight?”

“You just want to see if they’re sleeping in each other’s arms, don’t you?”

Caught out, the nurse wasn’t annoyed and chuckled, “Don’t tell me you’re not curious.

Who was it that said their relationship was not good?

If they’re sleeping in each other’s arms at night, how can that be bad?”

After taking care of He Xue, Loo Jinyang thought it over and decided he had to come up here.

He was certain that the person he saw last night was Nan Jiaojiao, but he had his reservations at the time, fearing that if he had misunderstood the situation, he might have stirred up trouble between Nan Jiaojiao and Bo Yanching.

Now, hearing the nurses’ conversation, he couldn’t stay calm anymore.

“Hey, is that you?”

A nurse spotted him and greeted him warmly, “Are you here to see your friend?

They’re inside having a meal right now.”

“Ah,” Loo Jinyang thought quickly and approached the nurse’s station, “I just heard you say they spend the night in each other’s arms?”

“Yes, it’s so sweet.

Your friend dotes on his wife so much.

Even though he’s injured and can’t eat spicy food, to make his wife happy, he ordered lots of Sichuan dishes—all of which were given to us to eat.

That couple’s relationship seems really good.”

Loo Jinyang’s expression darkened, and he didn’t pay attention to what the nurses said afterward.

He smoked a cigarette by the window and after thinking it over, he still made a call to Bo Yanching.

When the call connected, he could hear laughter and chatter on the other side.

After hearing Bo Yanching’s voice, Loo Jinyang said, “Brother Yan, do you know something?

Your little sister-in-law is at the hospital taking care of a friend.”

Bo Yanching seemed to pause for a moment before asking, “You saw her?”

“I saw her last night at the Third Hospital, and she’s still there now.”

Bo Yanching was silent, and Loo Jinyang could faintly hear the sound of him exhaling smoke.

“There must be some misunderstanding.

The talk around the nurse’s station is getting ridiculous.

Brother Yan, you should ask your little sister-in-law, maybe there’s been a mix-up.”

“Hmm,” Bo Yanching’s voice was noticeably colder, “I’ll come over.”

Loo Jinyang didn’t say anything else.

He didn’t regret making the call; if there was a misunderstanding, it was better to clear it up sooner.

…

That evening, after a few nurses finished their rounds, they gathered to chat.

“Did you see that?

He watched her wipe down the patient.

Their affection is truly good; that gentleman was all smiles.”

“When I went in, I saw the curtains drawn.

I suspect they had a secret moment of intimacy.”

“They’re even sleeping together tonight…”

Bo Yanching, expressionless, passed by the nurse’s station and headed straight for Yeh Hannian’s ward.

The door was ajar, and there was laughter from a man inside.

Nan Jiaojiao stood in front of the L-shaped table, pouring a glass of warm water, holding it with both hands.

She had just taken a sip when she felt something, looked towards the door, and behind the glass pane on the door, there was a man looking at her indifferently.

Her eyes stalled, and she froze instantly.

Bo Yanching pushed the door open and entered with a somber face and a fierce aura, wordlessly staring at her, then walked further inside.

Just as he was about to pull open the curtains that provided privacy, Yeh Hannian shouted, “Xiao Nannan, my hand really hurts, I just wanted you to help me wipe my hand, and you nearly broke it.

Are you trying to murder your own husband?”

Bo Yanching froze, his hand clutching the curtain fabric tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out, the greenish veins snaking down to his wrist, hidden beneath his shirtsleeve by a wristwatch.