Chapter 2019: Paraplegia (Part 1)

Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, so at two in the morning, a call dragged Xu Jiayang out for drinks.

The call was answered by Director Xu. He glanced at the time, perfect, exactly two in the morning, waking him up in the middle of a sweet sleep to go out drinking.

Quietly, he opened the Baidu page and searched how many years you get for intentional murder.

After reading, he stayed silent for a moment, then searched how many years you get for intentional injury, the kind that leaves someone half-paralyzed.

Reading once more, he stayed silent for a while, and then searched how many years you get for intentionally breaking someone’s leg.

Finally, he searched if busting someone’s head results in a lighter sentence.

He’s nuts!

Calling someone out for drinks in the dead of night!

He arrived at Han Luoqi’s private room in the bar, pushed open the door, and was immediately hit by a dense cloud of smoke, making Xu Jiayang cough violently.

"Cough cough cough..."

He extended his hand to fan away the smoke in front of him. Inside was all a white haze, and he couldn’t see anyone.

Visibility hardly half a meter!

Slowly edging in, he saw only a red dot floating in the air.

Xu Jiayang sat down on the sofa, still struggling to make out Han Luoqi’s figure opposite him.

He frowned, "What’s wrong with you, smoking so much."

"Don’t feel like drinking, so I’m smoking."

Drinking causes trouble, it was because he drank that he did those things to Zhuang Xuejun, leaving him in a dilemma now.

He didn’t dare touch alcohol anymore.

Xu Jiayang concluded, Han Luoqi must be having a manic episode today.

"Bad mood?" he asked.

Han Luoqi sneered, "How could I be? I’m in a great mood."

Xu Jiayang could only sigh, feeling good, filling the room with smoke.

He reached out and snatched the cigarette from Han Luoqi’s hand and put it out, "Don’t smoke, do you want to keep your lungs or not?"

Han Luoqi leaned back on the sofa, vacant eyes fixed on the ceiling. As if it mattered, want them or not.

Xu Jiayang turned on the ventilation in the private room, and soon, the view slowly cleared.

When the sight of Han Luoqi’s face became clear, he was shocked, "What happened!"

Has he gone mad, a person who lives off his looks, beaten up to this extent!

"It’s nothing, just fell over."

"Do I look like a kid?" Saying such things to fool kids wouldn’t even be believable!

"Come on, what’s really going on?"

"Nothing." Han Luoqi said listlessly, his face worn out.

"If you need help, just say it." Getting beaten like that and looking like a dead fish, the issue must be serious.

Han Luoqi gave a bitter smile, "I called you out today to celebrate, feeling happy today."

Xu Jiayang was beyond words, "You look like you’re at the end of the world, and happy."

"Who says I’m not happy, you have no idea how happy. Xu Jiayang, I have some good news to tell you, I’m a father now."

"What?!" Xu Jiayang was startled by the sudden bombshell!

"I’m a father now." Han Luoqi repeated, a bitter smile on his face.

"With who?" Xu Jiayang was astounded.

Han Luoqi neither had a girlfriend nor was married. As a close friend, he knew very well, so where did the child come from?

Which woman.

"Xuejun."

Xu Jiayang’s jaw dropped in shock, "You guys..."

Whether Han Luoqi or Zhuang Xuejun, they’re both his good friends, yet they ended up together, and even had a child, and he had no clue!

"The time you and Xuejun were photographed by paparazzi, it was true?" He had thought it was merely friends hanging out, after all, paparazzi love to stir things up.

Han Luoqi nodded, "Yes, it was real. I dated her for two months, but we broke up a month ago.

Only today did I find out, she’s three months pregnant."