Chapter 92: Qin Jianguo Must Pay the Price for This

Wen Ping'an hugged Qin Xingwan's neck tightly, his eyes full of vigilance.

"I don't know you. You aren't Grandpa, you're a bad person."

Dad had taught him that he shouldn't trust strangers.

Besides, the bad person had just come in and tried to grab him directly, and he had only cried hard because he refused to go.

Qin Jianguo rubbed his eyes, "Ping'an, Grandpa has many fun toys at home. Would you like to go to Grandpa's house to play with toys?"

Qin Xingwan understood, and she sneered, "So that's the scheme you're playing at."

He wanted to use Wen Ping'an to coerce Qin Nainai.

This despicable, petty man.

"Qin Nainai doesn't want to have any involvement with Old Master Chu, can't you see that? Forcing her like this, are you even worthy of being her son?" Qin Xingwan scolded him unceremoniously.

It was truly her first time seeing someone like Qin Jianguo, who would abandon his own daughter and mother for the sake of profit.

He truly didn't have a shred of conscience.

Having his motives exposed, Qin Jianguo stopped pretending and straightened his back.

"What do you know? The closer our relationship with the Chu Family is, the better our Qin Family will develop in the future. Qin Xingwan, you are also a member of the Qin Family. Once our family prospers, you will also enjoy the benefits. Do you understand?"

Qin Xingwan did not understand, nor did she want to; in her view, this was pure, bottomless depravity.

"I don't care what you do, but don't you dare touch Qin Nainai or Ping'an, or I won't be finished with you."

Qin Jianguo's expression darkened; what he needed was Qin Nainai and Wen Ping'an.

Qin Xingwan was simply foolish, refusing wealth that was already within her grasp.

"Qin Xingwan, it is not your turn to call the shots in this family." Qin Jianguo was furious, and he reached out to snatch Wen Ping'an directly, "I am taking him away today."

Qin Xingwan refused to let go.

During the struggle, Wen Ping'an began to cry loudly.

Fearing that Wen Ping'an would get hurt, Qin Xingwan had no choice but to let go.

"Qin Jianguo."

Qin Xingwan was driven mad with anger, "He is still sick, let him go."

Wen Ping'an burst into loud sobs.

Qin Xingwan's heart was breaking.

Holding the child, Qin Jianguo fiercely threatened Qin Xingwan: "Call Qin Nainai immediately and make her agree to Old Master Chu, then I will let him go."

"You..." Qin Xingwan was so angry she was speechless.

"Right now, immediately, otherwise I..." He looked left and right, then walked a few steps to the door, "You will never see him again in this lifetime."

Qin Xingwan lunged at him to fight, but Qin Jianguo kicked her, sending her falling heavily to the ground.

Wen Ping'an cried until his little face was bright red, calling for his mother.

Qin Jianguo covered his mouth, not daring to let him cry too loudly.

"Qin Xingwan, I'll count to three. If you don't agree, I..."

The hospital room door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Wen Lvzhong stood at the doorway, his face livid: "Mr. Qin, where are you taking my son?"

Qin Jianguo turned pale.

"Why did you come so early?"

He had specifically arranged for Wen Lvzhong to meet a client tonight and attend a social function; during that time, the only person looking after the child should have been the nanny.

And the nanny was currently being blocked in the restroom by people he had arranged.

He should have been able to take the child away smoothly.

But now, Qin Xingwan had returned after leaving, and Wen Lvzhong had also appeared here.

He was panicked beyond measure.

"Mommy." Wen Ping'an's crying grew quieter, and his body went limp.

"Ping'an."

Wen Lvzhong's expression shifted slightly, and he snatched the child to go find a doctor.

Qin Xingwan's face was pale, her eyes filled with tears.

Knowing he had caused trouble, Qin Jianguo felt uneasy and quickly ran away.

Wen Ping'an was sent into the emergency room.

Soon, the doctor came out to inform them that they needed to start chemotherapy for Wen Ping'an.

It would be best to contact a donor to collect bone marrow and use the fast-track channel to transplant stem cells as soon as possible to prepare for the subsequent surgery.

"Okay, okay, okay." Qin Xingwan's hands trembled as she called Chu Li.

The call connected.

"Xingwan?" Chu Li's voice came through.

Qin Xingwan snapped back to reality and gripped her phone tightly, "Something happened to Ping'an. The doctor said we need to collect bone marrow immediately. Can you come to the Yiyuan?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.

"I'm coming right now."

Half an hour later, Chu Li arrived at the Yiyuan.

Qin Xingwan was panicked and incoherent, "Chu Li, Ping'an is in trouble, he needs you."

Chu Li was her greatest hope right now.

Chu Li reached out and held Qin Xingwan's hand, his tone somewhat unnatural: "Xingwan, listen to me."

Facing the anxious Qin Xingwan, he spoke with extreme difficulty: "I can't today."

"Can't? Why can't you?" Qin Xingwan was stunned.

So many days have passed, how could he suddenly not be okay?

Chu Li was silent for a few seconds, his voice somewhat hoarse: "I drank alcohol."

Qin Xingwan let go and stepped back two paces, her eyes full of disbelief, "You drank alcohol?"

"The doctor told you not to drink."

What is Wen Ping'an supposed to do?

Chu Li did not feel good inside either; although he had only taken one sip, it still meant he could not collect 【the stem cells】 immediately.

He went to take Qin Xingwan's wrist and explained to her: "Drinking was an accident... I picked up the wrong glass..."

"Don't touch me."

Her eyes were blank and hollow, filled with tears of despair.

"Why did you have to drink?"

"Do you know that if he waits even one more minute, he might die?"

"He will die."

She screamed and trembled, her entire being collapsing.

That day, he had promised.

Chu Li rubbed his brow, "Don't be anxious, I have already had Assistant Wu arrange for doctors from over there to come and work with the doctors here to save Ping'an with all their might."

He had made arrangements at the first opportunity to make amends.

Qin Xingwan shook her head and stepped back.

What use are more doctors? Without bone marrow, if the stem cells do not take, Ping'an is beyond saving.

Chu Li drank alcohol, and now they have to wait another period of time before he can collect stem cells.

She was immersed in a world of despair, unable to forgive Chu Li's accident.

Wen Lvzhong also endured intense grief, but he was more rational; Chu Li manages a massive conglomerate, and anything can happen during social engagements, so picking up the wrong glass is normal.

He patted Qin Xingwan's shoulder lightly: "If Ping'an doesn't make it through this time, then it is fate, and no one else can be blamed."

"Besides, even if we collected them now, it takes time to process; it's not like the surgery can happen immediately. Xingwan, calm down."

Qin Xingwan burst into tears.

Of course she knew, but her heart just felt terrible.

One must know that every time Wen Ping'an has an episode, he gets one step closer to the Grim Reaper.

Ping'an...

What is Ping'an to do?

Chu Li's eyes turned red, filled with self-reproach.

He slowly approached Qin Xingwan, "Xingwan, I will do my best to save him."

This was his promise.

Qin Xingwan wiped away her tears; she knew she had just lost control, and she had seen with her own eyes how exceptionally disciplined Chu Li had been during this period.

"I'm sorry, I was the one who was anxious," she apologized in a hoarse voice.

Chu Li hugged her gently, "I am here."

Qin Xingwan closed her eyes, broke free from his embrace, and looked toward the emergency room.

After waiting another three hours, the doctor announced that Wen Ping'an was out of danger.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Xingwan waited for Wen Ping'an to come out of chemotherapy and kept watch all night; no one's persuasion worked.

Chu Li stayed with her all night and only went to the company in the morning.

The hospital room was quiet for a moment, then Qin Xingwan said in a hoarse voice: "Let's call the police."

Wen Lvzhong had this thought as well, but he hadn't brought it up because Qin Jianguo is, after all, Qin Xingwan's father.

"Alright, leave this matter to me," he agreed.

Qin Xingwan lovingly touched Wen Ping'an's little face, and when she stood up straight, she was already filled with stern anger and hatred.

"I will return to the Qin Family now to tell Grandmother about this and bring Grandmother out."

Qin Jianguo must pay the price for this matter.