My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 489: Come Back to Life

Chapter 489: Chapter 489: Come Back to Life

Wen Ran and Yao Jie quickly walked to the car.

After getting in the car, Yao Jie fastened her seatbelt while looking at Wen Ran and smiling, "Mr. Fu really spoils you."

"Huh?"

Wen Ran was slightly stunned, smiled, "Really?"

"Yes, you can tell from Mr. Fu’s eyes, he really likes you."

"Your eyes are so sharp? You can tell just by looking?"

Yao Jie spoke leisurely, "I’ve been at Fu Group for two years. I’ve met Mr. Fu at least five times, if not ten. Every time he’s been in a suit and tie, like an elite, with no expression, like a robot. But just now, the way he looked at you made me feel like the robot came to life, with emotions."

Wen Ran listened, overjoyed.

However, on the surface, she remained modest and reserved, "Really?"

"Of course it’s true, why would I lie to you?" Yao Jie said, then asked, "By the way, earlier it seemed President Jiang was with Mr. Fu. Why didn’t you ask about it?"

"They went to the hospital, I know that."

Yao Jie didn’t inquire further and said, "As long as you’re informed, I heard President Jiang and Mr. Fu used to be together, in a romantic relationship. Also, President Jiang saved Mr. Fu’s life once. It’s a life-saving friendship, you should be cautious, and don’t let Mr. Fu rekindle old flames with someone else."

Wen Ran knew these words were a kind reminder without any malice.

She nodded, "Okay, I’ll be careful."

"But there shouldn’t be any issues. Mr. Fu is in a high position and surely won’t be easily deceived. Just have peace of mind and take good care of your relationship, it should be fine."

"Mm-hmm, thank you, Master Yao for your kind reminder!"

Suddenly hearing the term "Master Yao," Yao Jie’s pupils had a small tremor, "Are you trying to make me laugh to death? Just call me Yao Jie, don’t add ’Master.’ Makes me sound old."

Wen Ran agreed, "Got it, got it."

...

At half-past two in the afternoon.

Fu Chenlie was looking at documents in the office when his phone rang.

Upon answering, Jiang Wan Ning’s voice came through, "The results will be out at three. I’m going to the hospital to pick them up. Are you coming with me?"

"Mm."

"Then it’s time to leave now. I’ll wait for you in the parking lot."

He responded with one word, "Okay."

After hanging up, the man glanced at the time, stood up from his office chair, and left.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at Jiang City Central Hospital.

Jiang Wan Ning took some results from the self-printing machine in the first-floor lobby and went to the corresponding floor for the rest that couldn’t be printed from the machine.

After retrieving the results, Fu Chenlie took the examination report from her hand while they were on their way to the doctor’s office, looking through them one by one.

Although he wasn’t a doctor and hadn’t studied any medical-related majors, he knew that determining lung cancer is closely related to elevated tumor markers.

Aside from that, the CT report noted a significant increase in malignant nodules, with large or small indentations on the pleural cavity, showing malignant spiculated nodules.

Fu Chenlie understood that Jiang Wan Ning was truly terminally ill.

His gaze shifted from the report to Jiang Wan Ning’s face, his eyes showing a hint of compassion that hadn’t appeared since her return.

Facing his gaze, Jiang Wan Ning’s lips curled slightly as if pretending to be strong.

He spoke in a low voice, "Let’s go, let’s listen to what the doctor has to say first."

She nodded.

While waiting for the elevator, Jiang Wan Ning turned her head to look at Fu Chenlie, "Ah Lie, how long do you think I have left to live? A month, two months, or... a year?"