CHAPTER 812: CHAPTER 438:

Her demeanor only made Rong Qingze more infuriated.

"Rong Yanqiao, do you know what you’re doing?"

Rong Yanqiao merely chuckled, "Why, is it only okay for Uncle to be carefree, but not for me to relax a bit?"

Rong Qingze was almost amused by her audacity.

Carefree—did Rong Yanqiao really consider medical exams on the operating table as carefree?

Seeing Rong Qingze smile, Rong Yanqiao assumed he was flustered with anger.

"Uncle, there’s no need for you to put on this pretense with me. You know what you’ve done."

Rong Qingze thought Rong Yanqiao was still talking about the incident at yesterday’s award ceremony.

He admitted that he had indeed been in the wrong in that matter.

But it wasn’t such a grave error that required Rong Yanqiao to run away from home.

Moreover, after a whole day of medical exams, he was feeling exceedingly fatigued.

But considering that Rong Yanqiao was still pregnant, it was normal for her moods to fluctuate, so he softened his tone, "Come back with me, alright? Don’t be upset anymore."

In Rong Yanqiao’s eyes, this was Rong Qingze admitting to the things he had done.

Having acted so excessively already, how could Rong Yanqiao pretend nothing had happened and return home with him?

What made Rong Yanqiao even angrier was realizing that her actions appeared to Rong Qingze as mere childish tantrums.

Rong Yanqiao only felt it was both pathetic and laughable.

She was about to speak when she saw Wenming peeked out from behind Rong Qingze.

"Yes, Qiaoqiao, don’t throw a tantrum anymore."

Wenming’s face showed a worried expression, but to Rong Yanqiao, this expression was particularly irritating at the moment.

"Don’t act all fake!"

Her voice suddenly grew louder.

Rong Qingze frowned; he hadn’t expected to encounter Wenming here.

Seeing Rong Yanqiao’s evidently wrong emotional state, he realized there must be some misunderstanding involved.

And this misunderstanding seemed to be connected to Wenming behind him.

But he had no evidence and couldn’t be certain.

However, observing Rong Yanqiao’s condition, she obviously didn’t look well.

Pregnant women shouldn’t be overly stimulated.

Therefore, Rong Qingze turned to Wenming behind him and said, "Why are you here? You should leave."

He was worried that Wenming being there would agitate Rong Yanqiao.

In Rong Yanqiao’s eyes, this behavior was obviously interpreted differently.

With Wenming flaunting in front of her, how could she accept it?

Moreover, Rong Qingze’s current behavior seemed to be siding with Wenming.

Wenming heard Rong Qingze’s words, stepped back a couple of paces, and then showed a concerned expression to Rong Yanqiao.

Rong Yanqiao’s head was throbbing with pain.

She only felt a surge of nausea.

Her stomach churning like the sea, Rong Yanqiao instinctively wanted to vomit on the ground.

But sanity stopped her.

There were so many people here, including Wenming.

Wenming hid behind Rong Qingze, clearly in a protected stance.

The nausea only grew stronger.

Rong Yanqiao barely maintained her last bit of sanity and rushed into the bathroom in the room.

With a loud "blurp," she vomited up everything she had eaten that evening.

Rong Qingze wanted to follow her inside but was held back by Wenming grabbing his sleeve.

"Senior, if you go in now, she’ll feel embarrassed."

Wenming had put on makeup today, after careful grooming, she bore a striking resemblance to Rong Yanqiao.

Rong Qingze gave her a cold look and then forcefully pulled his sleeve out of her grip.

The bathroom door was locked from the inside, and Rong Yanqiao was vomiting intensely within.

Rong Qingze knocked on the door, his voice overtly worried, "Are you alright?"

Rong Yanqiao was too drained to respond to his questions now.

She was in terrible discomfort, leaning against the wall, breathing slowly, barely hearing the voices outside.

Summoning strength to clean everything up, she leaned against the bathroom wall and briefly closed her eyes.

Outside, although Rong Qingze was concerned, he dared not break the door.

Wenming’s words reminded him—if Rong Yanqiao cared about her image, then barging in now would expose her in her most disheveled state.

Thinking about this, Rong Qingze only dared to keep knocking on the door but dared not make any substantial moves.

Finally, after the sounds inside the bathroom quieted down completely, Rong Qingze waited outside, hearing nothing from within.

Ultimately worried, he was just about to kick down the door when, at the moment his foot touched the door, it opened.

He quickly withdrew his foot.