Han Chen Yu could hear every word that was said clearly. He walked forward and said to Qin Yin Shu with a hint of schadenfreude, "Speak, I told you a long time ago that this man could not be relied on. Let's divorce while he still isn't too deep."
With that, she stood up and turned off the computer, turned around, and walked out.
"Thank you for your good intentions, no need." Qin Yin Shu did not seem to appreciate the gesture, raising her head and walking out of the newspaper's entrance.
Walking out of the building, Qin Yin Shu stopped a taxi: "To the Blue City Hospital."
After hearing about Su Ya Juan's gossip early in the morning, her heart was already in turmoil. It wasn't that she suspected Nie He Feng of lying to her, but she felt that this matter should be clarified.
Her husband, Nie He Feng, was innocent, yet she had actually taken on the blame for no reason, causing her to feel very uneasy in her heart.
After arriving at the Blue City Hospital, she entered the hall. There, she saw a dozen or so reporters with documents hanging around. It was obvious that these people were here to collect wind, so they probably did not have the chance to go up.
When Qin Yin Shu saw that some of them knew each other, she went forward to pat his shoulders and said, "Little Sun, are you here to follow up on the case of the Wen Hua University Professor?"
Little Sun had followed her for a few months as an intern at Blue City's Capital Daily. He liked her a lot, so when he saw her, he immediately smiled and said, "Yes, Phonetic Bodhisattva, you came to follow up as well?"
Qin Yin Shu smiled noncommittally and asked: "Do you know which ward the female students are in?"
"Understood, ward 832." "But it's useless. I heard that the female students' families are especially rich, so the parents specifically hired a few bodyguards to guard the door. None of the reporters can enter, so we can only stay downstairs and see if we can get any news." Little Sun shrugged and said.
"Thank you. I'll treat you to a meal another day." Qin Yin Shu nodded slightly, turned and walked towards the elevator.
She took the elevator and arrived outside ward 832. There were indeed three tall and strong men standing outside, all of them in suits and leather shoes. Although they were clearly in the dark corridor, they were still wearing sunglasses.
Qin Yin Shu walked forward and someone immediately stretched out her arm to stop her, "Miss, who are you? "People are not allowed to enter ward 832."
"I heard that Nie He Feng is here, right?" Qin Yin Shu muttered to himself for a moment and asked.
The burly man did not admit it, but neither did he deny it.
"I am Nie He Feng's wife, I think I have the right to know what happened." she said decisively.
The sturdy man was surprised as he did not expect her to have such an identity. He hesitated for a bit before replying, "Just wait, I'll ask Mr. Liu."
Mr. Liu should be the father of the female student.
"Thank you." After throwing down those words, Qin Yin Shu pushed open the door and walked in.
The ward was very spacious, and was about 20 square meters. There was a sickbed directly in front of it, with electric and air conditioners hanging on the wall opposite. There was a folding computer desk on the bed, and a few chairs beside it.
A sickly girl with a sallow complexion was lying on the bed. She looked weak, but the bulge in her belly could be clearly seen under the quilt. She must have been pregnant for more than three months.
Nie He Feng was sitting near the door. When he saw Qin Yin Shu come in, he stood up and walked over to hold her hand, and said gently: "You're here."
Qin Yin Shu nodded, and used her palm to warm his cold hands. After not seeing him for a few days, he was still in good spirits, only that she looked a little tired.
Nie He Feng introduced the man and woman, as well as the teary-eyed girl lying on the bed, "This is my wife, Qin Yin Shu."
The man waved his hand impatiently, and interrupted him with a coarse voice: "I'm not interested in learning these things. I just want to know if you agree to marry my daughter, Meiqi."
He should be the father of the female student, Meiqi.
Nie He Feng dragged Qin Yin Shu and sat down, then slowly shook her head, calmly saying: "It's still the same, no."
"Kid, don't go too far. Now that the Meiqi has been played by you and the child is already pregnant, you won't admit your loss, right? If my daughter hadn't begged me, I would have forced you to go to jail. Go and divorce your wife right now and marry my daughter. I won't pursue this matter any further. " Hearing his words, the Mr. Liu felt that he should be a rough guy with a fiery temper.
Nie He Feng's gaze swept across Liu Mei Qi's face and explained: "I have never harassed Liu Mei Qi, the child in her womb has nothing to do with me. Mr. Liu, I don't mind if you sue me. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first. "
Mr. Liu was so angry that he punched on the wall, gritting his teeth he said, "What do you want to do? Meiqi almost killed herself this morning. If not for the timely discovery by the nurse, she could have died at any time. What kind of professor are you? You want to kill my daughter? "
Nie He Feng's angular face was still calm as he quietly said: "I'll say it again, I have never harassed Liu Mei Qi before. As for her suicide, I suggest you open up and talk to her. "
Mr. Liu's eyes turned red, he was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, but he was stopped by his wife, Mrs. Liu.
Mrs. Liu cried until his eyes were swollen like walnuts. She sobbed as he said, "Professor Nie, I can understand your feelings, but you must be blaming us for making this a big deal. Everyone knows that you sexually harassed my daughter and the school is still investigating you, which might ruin your future. I can completely understand the hatred in your heart, just treat it as me begging you, you should marry the Meiqi first, okay? I don't want to see my daughter commit suicide. As for the others, I'll promise you that I'll clarify them with the media and the school later on. Just say that you and Meiqi are mutual lovers, and at that time you won't be criticised or criticised by anyone. I'm begging you … "
At the end of her sentence, she cried so miserably that it was like crying for her parents.