Chapter 2020: Paraplegia (Part 2)

Xu Jiayang had no idea what to say; this was such a clichéd plot.

Even in his scripts, he didn’t write such convoluted stories.

After the breakup, the ex-girlfriend got pregnant.

"Well, whatever the case, getting pregnant is a good thing."

"Yeah, a good thing, isn’t that why I brought you out to celebrate?" Han Luoqi said with a smile.

But no matter how you looked at it, that smile seemed like a bitter one.

Feeling restless, he picked up the drink on the table, intending to take a sip.

As he brought it to his lips, he remembered losing control after drinking last time and put it down without drinking.

"Since she’s pregnant, why not just get married? Is there really a necessity to be this troubled?

Xuejun is a good girl. You both are single; just get married and it will all be fine."

Han Luoqi felt even more restless, "If only it were as simple as you say. She truly is a good girl, practically without a single flaw.

It’s precisely because she’s too good that I can’t bring myself to harm her."

Xu Jiayang frowned, what did this mean? How could marriage be considered harmful?

He’s not some heartless player; he’s well-mannered, responsible, capable, and comes from a good family.

Compared to Han Luoqi, Zhuang Xuejun is actually the one marrying up, so where does this ’harm’ come from?

Seeing Han Luoqi in such pain, it seemed like he was really facing a big problem.

Director Xu, with his high intelligence, quickly realized that something was definitely wrong.

Could it be...

"You wouldn’t happen to have a terminal illness, would you? AIDS? Cancer? Or something else."

Han Luoqi, "..."

He grabbed a cushion and threw it over, "You’re the one with a terminal illness, you jinx!"

Xu Jiayang caught the cushion effortlessly, "Then why?"

Could it be that he doesn’t like Zhuang Xuejun?

Even if he doesn’t like her, feelings can be nurtured over time; there’s no need to be so distressed.

Han Luoqi dejectedly ran his fingers through his hair, "Do you remember when I first started acting, I fell from a height during an action scene, and my spine was fractured?"

Xu Jiayang’s eyebrows furrowed deeply, "I remember. But wasn’t it already treated? Has something gone wrong?"

Back when Han Luoqi first entered the industry, he had a nickname: ’The Daring One.’

He accepted every role, and no matter how dangerous the scene, he did it himself without using a stunt double.

Once, while filming a period drama, there was a mishap, and he fell from the third floor, fracturing his spine. He was in the hospital for months before he recovered.

The incident was quite sensational at the time, and his dedication became well-known from that point on, with his career after discharge being quite smooth.

"It didn’t relapse; it was never fully cured. The situation back then wasn’t just a spinal fracture; I nearly severed a nerve.

The spinal fracture can be treated, but nerves are very hard to repair. With current medical advancements, they still couldn’t fully heal the nerve damage from my fall.

They later did some nerve cell repair, and I have no major issues in daily life as long as I don’t get injured again."

Xu Jiayang’s heart skipped a beat, realizing something had gone wrong.

He suddenly remembered that over a month ago, something happened while Han Luoqi was filming.

But at the time, it didn’t seem serious; there wasn’t even a visible injury, so he hadn’t given it much thought.

"Was it from that incident over a month ago?"

Han Luoqi nodded, "That time, there were no surface injuries, so everyone thought it wasn’t serious. I thought it was nothing too, but a few days later, I found my leg numb, completely without sensation.

At first, I thought it was from standing too long, but it started happening more frequently.

Realizing something was wrong, I went to the hospital for a check-up. The spine was fine, but the previously damaged nerve..."