Chapter 1570: Could It Be That the Space Was Exposed?

Only when Liu Chuxue saw that her mother-in-law had understood did she finally feel at ease.

It wasn't that she was judging a gentleman by her own mean measure; it was simply that this thing was too important to her sister-in-law, and she could only feel reassured when a family member watched Xiao Wan drink every last drop.

After all, this was a matter of life and death right now—her sister-in-law was still pregnant, after all.

Fu Yan Cheng pulled his wife out of Zhuyuan Force, then drew her into an empty corner: "Wife, how could you be so careless, taking out something so precious right under everyone's eyes?"

Liu Chuxue looked at his worried face and couldn't quite read his thoughts: "What do you mean?"

Fu Yan Cheng saw her reaction and knew there was a misunderstanding; he leaned close to Liu Chuxue's ear: "I don't care what secret you're carrying, but you can't put yourself in danger."

Liu Chuxue's body stiffened instantly at those words: Could it be that the space had been exposed?

No, impossible—she had been very careful, every time confirming it was safe before entering. That guy was just trying to trick her.

She tilted her head up to meet his gaze: "I don't understand what you're saying."

Fu Yan Cheng raised a hand and flicked his wife on the forehead: "You know to guard against me, but not against others—really, I don't know what to say to you."

Seeing her stay silent, Fu Yan Cheng sighed: "You seem to have forgotten what I do for a living. Those little moves of yours at home—I wasn't blind to them. I don't care what secret you're carrying, but never underestimate anyone."

Liu Chuxue let out a soft breath: Thank goodness, thank goodness.

Liu Chuxue actually understood—he was a soldier; if he hadn't noticed a thing, his alertness would be far too poor.

She just hadn't expected that this man had probably long since picked up clues, yet he had stubbornly shown nothing: "Anyway, I won't hurt anyone—that's all."

Fu Yan Cheng pulled her into his arms: "I'm not trying to press you for answers, but from now on you must be careful. What happened today cannot happen again, understand?"

Liu Chuxue nodded: "I was just anxious about Xiao Wan. Besides, I don't know medicine either—I only felt at ease after letting a doctor examine that thing first."

Fu Yan Cheng knew his wife had a point: "Fine, I was wrong. But I still want to say—no matter when, your safety comes first. Remember that?"

Liu Chuxue nodded lightly: "I know."

Fu Yan Cheng held her tightly, thinking to himself: What a silly Miss.

Once outside the hospital, he found a phone booth with its light still on not far away, dialed a number, and was put through—but no one answered on the other end. He tried another number and finally reached someone: "Old Zhang, it's me, Fu Yan Cheng."

"What made you think of me, kid? No, wait—calling this late, what do you need?"

"My sister Xiao Wan works at the train station. Something happened today, and that's your turf—naturally I'd come to you."

The man on the other end, hearing this, sobered up from his roguish manner: "The pregnant ticket checker who got hurt in the fall—that wouldn't be your sister, would it?"

"Yes, it's my sister Xiao Wan."

"It really is your sister. By the way, how is she?"

"She hasn't passed the critical period yet."

"Go ahead, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to help me look into the exact circumstances at the time—every last detail."

"Alright, I'll arrange for someone to head over right now—no, I'll go myself.

After hanging up, he dialed another number. Once the call was connected, a languid voice came from the other end: "Who is this?"

"It's me."

"Yan Cheng, why are you calling at this hour?"

"Xiao Wan got hurt at her workplace. I need your help with something."

"What? Xiao Wan is hurt? What happened? Is it serious? Where is she now?"