Chapter 1998: Whose Child Is It? 4
"Alright, I’ll have Housekeeper Fu buy a double share of everything, send one to her, and I’ll also ask the hospital to take extra care of her during her check-ups, okay? Zhuang Xuejun started as a child star and has been in society for many years; she’s more experienced than you, newcomer.
She knows what should be done and what shouldn’t, and what she will face raising this child alone. She certainly knows where she needs you worrying unnecessarily.
Instead of worrying about others, think more about our child and take care of your health."
Xia Weibao pouted, she was just worried.
Outside Zhuang Xuejun’s house is a courtyard, with tall streetlights.
The lights shine down, but due to the shadows, the front gate is somewhat dark.
In the dim light, a phone screen had been lit for an entire hour, accompanied by a man’s irritable low roar.
"Found anything yet, a bunch of useless people!"
"Check the registration records of all major hotels and bars, quickly! Also, check the admission records of all hospitals in the capital."
"Hello, police? I’d like to report someone missing, my friend is missing, yes, how long? How should I know. Less than 24 hours can’t file a report? No, officer, it’s already ten o’clock, a girl hasn’t come home yet, and her phone can’t be reached. This can’t be filed? Are you all cold-blooded...?"
"Who am I? I’m Han Luoqi, no, I really am Han Luoqi, I don’t have delusions, aren’t you insulting me? How can a policeman insult people... Disturbing official duties? My friend is really missing... See what doctor, I’m not sick, why should I see a doctor... Hello, hello?"
Getting hung up on by the police and being insulted for fantasizing about being Han Luoqi as if he’s mentally ill, the Greatest Best Actor Han was furious and wanted to swear!
You’re the one who’s sick, damn your whole family is sick!
Pressed the doorbell a few more times, but still no one opened the door, the house inside was pitch black.
Han Luoqi was so distressed he was pacing, pressing the bell while calling, listening to the inside mechanical busy signal indicating it was off, he was so angry he wanted to smash the phone!
In fact, he didn’t know how many times he’d smashed the phone, only to pick it up and keep calling again.
When Zhuang Xuejun reached the courtyard, she saw Han Luoqi pacing back and forth at her front door with his phone.
Still muttering something under his breath.
Paced two circles, grabbed his hair several times, showing just how agitated he was.
"Luoqi?" Zhuang Xuejun tentatively called out, looking at the man’s face, puzzled, "What are you doing at my front door?"
Seeing her return, Han Luoqi dashed over, "Where have you been!"
The voice was somewhat loud, almost a shout.
The expression on his face was surprisingly angry, his meticulously styled hair was ruffled, his eyes were bloodshot from being overly worried.
Zhuang Xuejun was intimidated by him like this, momentarily speechless.
Only then did Han Luoqi realize his loss of composure, hurriedly pulled back his expression, casually shoved the phone into his pocket.
Hands in pockets, casually kicked the ground with his toes.
Carefree posture, with a lowered face showing a hint of detachment.
"Nothing much, I came out to jog in the evening, saw your lights were off, and came by to check."
Zhuang Xuejun was somewhat puzzled, though they live in the same district, she’s in the east and he’s in the west.
The district’s large, with a sports field in the middle. If he wanted to jog, he should be heading to the sports field, why come over here.