C6 Do You Want to Get Back Together?

The car's heater was on full blast, yet despite feeling icy cold, Wanwan found herself breaking into a sweat. It seemed like the chill was slowly seeping out of her body. She leaned heavily against the passenger seat, her stomach aching more intensely.

Pei Chenglin started the car but didn't drive off immediately.

"Didn't you say you live near the neighborhood?" Wanwan opened her tired eyes, a bit dazed. "Do you need me to give you directions?"

"Are you feeling unwell?" His voice dropped, filled with concern. "I can take you to the hospital."

"No need." Wanwan refused firmly, trying to sit up. "Are you still taking me home? If not, I can call for a ride—"

As she spoke, she reached for the door handle, but he was quicker, gently grasping her hand. She turned her head to see his stern, handsome face.

"How many times do I have to say it?" Pei Chenglin's tone was firm, as always.

His hand was warm, a familiar sensation that flooded her heart. Wanwan turned away to avoid his gaze, her stomach pain causing her to frown. "I told you, I don't need your help."

Wanwan tried to get up, but a spasm forced her to curl up, beads of cold sweat forming on her skin. She was in pain, but her heart ached even more.

A large hand gently stroked her back, and Wanwan stiffened as if shocked, trying to pull away. She heard a mocking voice that didn't match the gentle touch: "I'm not Qin Yanting. I won't spoil you."

Wanwan leaned back against the chair, tense and silent.

"Which hospital?" Pei Chenglin asked, starting the car.

Wanwan stubbornly bit her lip, refusing to answer.

Without glancing her way, Chenglin pressed the gas pedal, and the car shot forward as if fueled by anger. She clutched the seatbelt tightly, her mind growing hazy in the car's warm interior.

"Beep beep—!!"

A piercing horn blared around them, and despite the heavy traffic, Chenglin recklessly forced a path through the crowded road.

Wanwan's face turned pale, her body tensing with spasms of fear. She had just seen a truck dart out from the side, nearly colliding with them. But Chenglin swerved sharply, narrowly avoiding the truck, which then skidded out of control, almost hitting the guardrail.

"You're a real lunatic," Wanwan said, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"Then just keep quiet." Pei Chenglin's voice was as cold as ice, his lips forming a hard line.

The hospital downtown was bustling, with many people waiting in line for their appointments. After settling her in, Pei Chenglin called to arrange for VIP access.

Wanwan was in severe pain, her nails digging deep into her palms. As soon as Chenglin stepped away, she left the room.

The cool night breeze brushed against her flushed face, offering slight relief from the heat coursing through her body, but the pain only intensified. She might have a fever; otherwise, why would she have gotten into Chenglin's car and ended up at the hospital?

Wanwan let out a bitter laugh and lit a cigarette. She had picked up the habit after leaving Chenglin, but she hid it well—no one knew she smoked, not even Yan Tine.

She quietly exhaled smoke, her lips alluring and seductive, as she leaned against a column outside the hospital. The evening breeze tousled her loose hair, creating a picturesque scene.

However, her moment of peace was short-lived. A shadow loomed over her, and a large hand reached out to snuff out her cigarette.

With the cigarette still between her lips, Wanwan looked up to see a man whose stern features seemed to merge with the night.

"Wanwan, you've been hiding well all these years," Pei Chenglin practically spat through gritted teeth. "Does it feel good to ruin yourself?"

"Thanks for your kind words, but it's just a nicotine craving," Wanwan replied, unsure if it was the nicotine talking, but she felt a bit more at ease, though her head was still spinning.

"Wanwan," Chenglin called her name slowly, wishing he could just throw her into a hospital room.

"Yeah..." Wanwan responded lazily, flicking away her cigarette, her eyes seductive and a smile playing on her lips. "You've done your duty. You can leave now. I'll get in line myself."

Before she could finish, Chenglin grabbed her chin, leaning in closer, his gaze icy. "What, use and discard? Is this your usual tactic, and you still haven't changed?"

His words were loaded, and she knew exactly what he meant.

A flash of pain crossed Wanwan's eyes, followed by a cold, mocking smile. She retorted, "So, if you know, why do you still bother with me?"

She pushed his hand away, her smile full of sarcasm. "Or are you hoping for a reconciliation?"