Chapter 952: I Have One Condition (7)

Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_

Compared to the last time, Han Zhifan was just as merciless. After he finished, Cheng Weiwan laid on the bed, not angry in the slightest. She was like a broken doll with hollow eyes; she motionlessly stared up at the ceiling.

Seeing Cheng Weiwan like that, Han Zhifan suddenly became quiet and didn't instinctively turn to leave when he finished.

Cheng Weiwan's face was very pale and the expression on her face was lifeless.

The cut on her forehead hadn't healed yet. It was unclear when it happened, but the wound was now bleeding from the reopened cut.

Han Zhifan stared at the redness on her forehead and incidentally furrowed his brows. He didn't understand why, but his chest suddenly felt suffocated and his arms beside her couldn't help but tightly clutch the bed sheets.

He didn't know just how long he had stared at her, but in the end, an unbelievable thought came to mind. He actually wanted to take her to the hospital to restitch the cut on her forehead...

Han Zhifan jumped in shock at this thought. Before he could come to his senses, Cheng Weiwan, who was staring up at the ceiling without blinking, slowly rolled her eyes and snapped back to reality.

Their eyes met for a moment. Then she said,

"Is that two days?

"

She spoke so suddenly that he couldn't quite catch on.

"What?

" he replied instinctively.

"Can I stay with Hanhan tomorrow and the day after?

" She explained in a little more detail as she realized he didn't understand.

"You said it. One night with you equals one day with him. That was two times, so does that mean I can stay with Hanhan for two days...

" she continued.

Hearing this, Han Zhifan finally understood what she meant.

Indeed, that was what he suggested. However, it was especially hard on the ears coming from her mouth.

He no longer had the heart to care for the wound on her forehead as he fiendishly pointed at the door and roared

"Get out!

" before he fiercely turned around and jumped out of bed.

By this answer, Cheng Weiwan thought he was going back on his word and he wasn't going to allow her to see Hanhan anymore. She struggled to sit up in bed.

"You suggested it and I agreed to do it. You can't deny that happened...

"

It would've been alright had she not said anything. Her words made Han Zhifan shift his gaze from the table in front of him. Without waiting for her to finish, he furiously roared again,

"I said get out! You hear me? Get out!

"

Cheng Weiwan seemed frightened as she tightly pursed her lips and stared at him for a while then opened her mouth.

This time, not a peep came from her mouth. Han Zhifan pointed at the door and violently cried,

"I'll give you a minute to disappear from my sight. One second too long and you can forget about seeing your son tomorrow.

"

Cheng Weiwan didn't say a word and immediately shot out of bed.

He probably was too rough on her because she limped as she walked.

When she brushed past him, Han Zhifan saw a patch of red on the white sheets.

Where did the blood come from?

Han Zhifan furrowed his brows. From the red stains on the bed sheets, he made a deduction. Lowering his head, he looked down at the lower half of Cheng Weiwan's body. As expected, there were bloodstains on the right part of her thigh.

Was I too rough earlier? Did I hurt her somewhere?

Just as that thought brushed across Han Zhifan's mind, his hand grabbed her wrist...