The Domineering Boss is Addicted to the Convict novel Chapter 806

"This man is really your nemesis. You get seriously injured like this whenever he shows up! What on earth is going on? Did you really stab yourself like he said?" Mrs. Zhuo said bitterly.

"Yeah, Mom, I did it myself.” Zhuo Qianyun admitted it.

"How did you—"

"He wants me to give him a baby. It's funny that he did that to me back then, and now he wants to get revenge by asking me to give him a child," Zhuo Qianyun said bitterly.

"Is it possible that he still has feelings for you? After all, both of you..."

"Mom!" Zhuo Qianyun interrupted her mother's unrealistic fantasy. "He wants me to give him a baby because Kong Ziyin is unable to conceive. He's just using me as a tool. If he has feelings for me, he wouldn’t have put me in prison."

Hearing that, a flash of sadness came over Mrs. Zhuo's face. "We had it coming. It’s because you had to bear the consequences of your father's wrongdoings! How could Ye Wenming treat you like this? You even—"

"Mom, stop." Zhuo Qianyun stopped her mother from continuing. Everything in the past was like a nightmare to her, a nightmare she was trying to forget. "If you’re here at the hospital, what about Lil Yan? What did you do with him?"

"I asked the landlord to take care of him. I didn't bring him to the hospital because I was scared that Ye Wenming would see him! But now that Ye Wenming's gone, why don't I bring Lil Yan here? I can also take care of you," said Mrs. Zhuo.

"No, I... I can just get a nurse in the hospital to take care of me. The food here is ready-made anyway. Don't bring Lil Yan to the hospital, and don't tell him about me being hospitalized for an injury," said Zhuo Qianyun. She could not risk any chance of her son being discovered by Ye Wenming.

"But your injury..."

"Mom, I'll survive. I'm gonna provide for you and grow old with Lil Yan by my side!" said Zhuo Qianyun as she tried hard to smile, not wanting her mother to worry too much about her.

Her mother had suffered enough for her.

However, her smile made Mrs. Zhuo sadder. A mother knew their daughter best. How could she not know what her daughter was thinking about?