Chapter 320: Well, If You Don't Want to Come Over, I m Going to Your Ward, All Right?

Ji Nuan spent the whole day in Mo Jingshen's ward and didn't return back to hers until four or five in the evening when the doctor came to give him an anti-inflammatory injection.

Hospitals in the United States didn't give patients many injections, but the wounds on Mo Jingshen's back and head were deep, and he had just had operations, so he needed to have an intravenous drip to avoid infection. But the speed of the intravenous drip was much slower than in China, which was said to reduce the possibility of destroying the human body's resistance.

After waiting for more than an hour, the bottle of medicine was not over. Instead of going to his ward again, Ji Nuan simply fell asleep in her own ward.

It was already the middle of the night when she woke up by the ringtone of a text message.

It seemed that she would have nightmares if she didn't sleep next to Mo Jingshen. She dreamed of blood again, but this time, it wasn't Mo Jingshen who was wounded in the dream, but herself.

Ji Nuan suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. The ward was quiet and dark. She saw the screen of her cell phone beside the bed was on and immediately picked up the phone to check. It was usually Xia Tian and Xiao Ba who would send her messages when they were free, so she guessed her studio in Hai City had something to inform her and sent her a text message.

However, the sender was an unfamiliar number.

And what she received were not text messages but photos.

Ji Nuan stared hesitantly at the photos, and then stretched her finger to open and enlarge them.

There were three photos.

The first showed a black limited-edition Porsche parked under rows of distinctive European-style buildings in Los Angeles' famous Beverly Hills. A man opened the door of the car and threw something back into the car, and a young woman stood beside him, patiently waiting while her head rested gently on his back, forming an unwitting posture of snuggling up behind him. The photo captured this scene, frozen at the moment when they were nearest each other, and the sweetness almost overflowed through the photo.

Although the man in the photo was facing the car door, she couldn't see his face, but she could recognize him. It was Mo Jingshen.

The young woman's smile was bright and proud. Leaning on his back, she seemed to know someone was taking a photograph, so she held her hand in a V shape and smiled happily at the camera.

According to its slightly blurry pixel, the second photo should have been screenshot from some surveillance video.

In the photo, he just got out of the elevator from what seemed a private apartment in Los Angeles. The door was opened, and a young woman came out in her bathrobe, arm in arm with the man. Half of her body was on his arm, looking very intimate. The camera didn't show the man's face. He was wearing black trousers and a black shirt and seemed to have just returned to this home belonging to him and his lover.

The third photo was of an engagement ceremony.

The photo appeared to have been taken from a distance by a hotel staff member. Flowers and scenes from the whole ceremony were included in the photo. At the end of the flowers and the red carpet, the door of an elongated Rolls Royce opened, and on the red carpet, a tall, slender man in a black suit stood silently, his face unseen. A young woman got out of the car and walked toward the man with her skirt in her hand. Although the man and the woman in the photo were tiny due to the distance the photo was taken, the woman was caught holding up her skirt and her shining engagement ring.

These three photos.

If Ji Nuan guessed right, the woman in the photo was his so-called ex-fiancée.

What was the purpose of the people who sent her these pictures?

Mo Jingshen had long ago explained to her about his engagement in the US and settled the matter. Besides, she had only expressed her dissatisfaction at being kept in the dark after Su Xueyi tried to harm her, but she had never distrusted Mo Jingshen.

She had just shared weal and woe with Mo Jingshen. The sender sent her these pictures taken many years ago at a time like this. Their purpose was obvious.

But who on earth sent her these pictures?

Was it the woman in the photos or someone else?

She didn't trust these staged photos. It seemed to be one-sided intimacy from many angles. Mo Jingshen's face was never shown in the photos.

But Ji Nuan admitted she didn't feel very comfortable about these photos, and her fingers resting on the screen became a little cold.

Was it because they had come back to Los Angeles, so the woman was ready to show up?

Ji Nuan was still looking at the photos when her phone suddenly rang.

It was Mo Jingshen.

She picked up the call.

"Why don't you come over? Aren't you afraid of having nightmares sleeping alone?" His voice was warm and faint, still a little tired and hoarse. He was told to lie on his back when he had the injection, so he had probably been lying like that for a long time now.

Ji Nuan slowly rubbed the phone, saying, "You've just had surgery. I better not go to sleep with you. In a few days, I'll go to your ward and sleep with you when your wounds are better. After the doctor learned that I slept with you this morning, he specifically told me that your wounds and surgical wounds needed time to heal and you couldn't bear any drastic action."

"I was just sleeping with you. There wasn't any 'drastic action.'" He chuckled.

Ji Nuan: "The doctor just reminded me and didn't want me to disturb your rest."

"Well, if you don't want to come over, I'm going to your ward, all right?"

"No, no, you can't move now, let alone get out of bed!" She hurriedly lifted the quilt away, got out of the bed and said, as she walked out, "I'll be there right away. Just a minute. Let me put on my coat."

Getting a satisfactory answer, Mo Jingshen hung up.

Ji Nuan put down her cell phone and turned to pick up her coat. When she was about to leave the ward, she paused, lowered her head, opened the three photos, and deleted them.

It was unnecessary to keep this stuff. She didn't think she had a strong heart, but she had said when she was in T City if they wanted her man, they'd better do it openly and not play tricks behind her back.

Yes, she was engaged to him, but so what?

She, the righteous Mrs. Mo, would never fear her husband's ex-girlfriend.

Relatively speaking, the more the other side liked to resort to these dirty tricks and dared not to confront her, the more she showed that she had no confidence in herself.

She was beating around the bush and trying to sow discord between them, which showed that the other side was testing her bottom line.