C847 Give Me a Little Hope
C847 Give Me a Little Hope
Xia Xingcheng said in a probing manner. Her gaze was slightly nervous as she looked at Yun Chen.
Yun Chen looked at her in confusion. The words he said caused Xia Xingcheng's heart to sink to the bottom.
"It depends on your performance, Xingcheng."
He was smiling, his smile was charming and charming, just like how it was when they first met. There wasn't a single trace of emotion in his smile.
Xia Xingcheng felt despair in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it on her face. She could only sigh and slowly said, "Okay, let's calm down first. However, we can't wait any longer with Xiaobao. I hope you can go to the hospital tomorrow. "It doesn't matter if it's a success or not, or whether you want to save Xiaobao or not, you have to go and check it."
"At the very least, can you give me a chance?"
As Xia Xingcheng said that, she looked at Yun Chen with pleading eyes.
Yun Chen sneered. Looking at Xia Xingcheng like this, the pleasure of revenge didn't seem like much.
He could only give a faint grunt of assent. With a relieved expression, he said, "Okay, that will depend on what you want to do, won't it, Xingcheng?"
Xia Xingcheng's face turned pale again. She couldn't help but stagger and almost fell to the ground.
Once again, a long silence reigned in the room.
Xia Xingcheng did not say anything else and walked out alone.
Until they reached the door, she didn't seem to give up and asked softly, "Yun Chen, even if I'm begging you, don't let Xiaobao and Yeting know about this, okay?"
She wasn't ready to let Sheng Yeting and Xiaobao get hurt again.
She really couldn't bear it, so she begged Yun Chen with a begging tone.
Seeing that Xia Xingcheng was actually begging him for Sheng Yeting, she didn't even hesitate to forsake her dignity. Yun Chen was momentarily stunned. A burst of pity suddenly surged in his heart.
However, if he was to be soft-hearted at this moment, he would be the one to suffer.
Thinking about this, Yun Chen couldn't help but slowly soften his heart. He said coldly, "Xia Xingcheng, I really didn't think that you would be so stupid now."
"Since you came here, do you think Sheng Yeting would not know about it? Do you think he won't look into it? "
"You shouldn't be worrying about that right now. You should hurry up and think about what to do next to reduce Sheng Yeting's anger."
After Yun Chen said that, he didn't say anything else. Instead, he looked at Xia Xingcheng with sympathy.
Xia Xingcheng's heart was filled with despair. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something more.
But in the end, all that was left was a helpless sigh and a deep sense of cold ridicule.
That's right, there was nothing that could be hidden from Sheng Yeting. Even Yun Chen could not hide it from him.
Everything was in her dreams. Everything was because she was too selfish.
Sheng Yeting should know everything. He had the qualifications, otherwise, it would be very unfair to anyone.
Thinking this way, Xia Xingcheng finally stopped talking and walked out slowly.
The room was silent for a while.
Seeing Xia Xingcheng leave, Yun Chen let out a long sigh of relief for some reason.
It was as if he was feeling guilty, but also as if he had been relieved of a great burden. He had completely sunk into a state of relief.
Actually, no one knew how much courage it took for him to not empathize with Xia Xingcheng.
He even almost went back on his word several times just now when he saw Xia Xingcheng's pale face, and how greatly she'd been provoked.
He almost went back on his word and directly told this woman. Actually, he was lying to her, Sheng Yeting was Xiaobao's real father.
Fortunately, he held back and didn't say anything.
He should have been happy. However, when he thought back to Xia Xingcheng's pained expression just now, he didn't know why, but he felt a wave of irritation in his heart.
There wasn't much happiness or pride in it. On the contrary, there was an expression of pain.
He had done all sorts of bad things and told countless lies in his life, but he had never experienced such pain and guilt like this …
That was ridiculous. He had never thought that there would come a day when he would be filled with guilt.
Yun Chen couldn't help but laugh at himself as he thought of this. He then sat down on the sofa and emptied himself.
Suddenly, a person walked into the originally quiet room.
Yun Chen didn't open his eyes. On the contrary, he asked impatiently: "Is there something wrong?"
He had practiced martial arts since young, so his hearing was naturally excellent. He could completely hear the footsteps of his subordinates.
That subordinate respectfully stood at the side and hesitantly looked at Yun Chen. He knew that after Miss Xia left, Boss Yun would definitely be angry, so his words now couldn't help but be a probe, "Boss Yun, just now, I saw a person quietly leaving from the Cloud Palace, it was extremely suspicious."
When Yun Chen heard this, a glint flashed across his eyes.
"Who is it? What's going on?"
The Cloud Palace Tree attracted the wind, and many of the people who were hostile came over to find out more about it.
However, none of his subordinates had ever personally come over to talk to him about such a small matter like this.
Therefore, there was only one possibility, and that was that this person was related to Xia Xingcheng.
As expected, that subordinate saw the light in Yun Chen's eyes and knew that Boss Yun was starting to suspect something. He couldn't help but to try and say, "Boss Yun, the person I saw just now seemed to be Nan Yusheng's subordinate. He walked out from next door."
"I've already sent someone to follow him, but I don't dare alert him. You should either deal with him directly, or …"
When his subordinate said this, he stopped talking.
His meaning was very obvious, so he was waiting quietly for Yun Chen's decision.
A hint of complexity flashed across Yun Chen's eyes. In fact, even without his men telling him, he already understood that that person must have been sent by Nan Yusheng.
Although Nan Yusheng was thoroughly evil, he didn't have any enmity towards him.