A Billion Stars Can't Amount to You

Seeing as Cheng Weiwan didn’t say anything for a long time, Han Zhifan spoke again. “Is there anything else?”

Tears slowly streamed down from Cheng Weiwan’s eyes.

She didn’t manage to get a word in when Han Zhifan added, “If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”

The instant Cheng Weiwan heard what Han Zhifan said, she lowered the phone from her ear and pressed the button to hang up the call.

While clutching her phone, she sat down on the floor and started to sob quietly.

It seemed like there was traffic as Han Zhifan’s secretary arrived ten minutes late.

Cheng Weiwan didn’t pick up Han Zhifan’s secretary’s call, nor was she in a hurry to head downstairs. Instead, she calmed herself down before reapplying her makeup and leisurely stepping out the door.

It was already nine by the time they reached the hospital.

There was half an hour left until the operation.

The doctor checked Cheng Weiwan’s temperature. After they were sure it was fine, they called a nurse to put her on an IV.

Perhaps Han Zhifan ordered his secretary to report back on the operation because as the doctor injected the drip, Cheng Weiwan watched her record something on her phone and send it to somebody.

Throughout the infusion, she watched the phone in Han Zhifan’s secretary’s hands until the doctor called her into the operating room. Then Han Zhifan’s secretary’s phone didn’t receive any more replies from Han Zhifan.

The moment the doctor anesthetized her after she laid down in the operating room, tears fell from her eyes again.

She suddenly thought back to the afternoon she learned she was pregnant. On the way to Han Zhifan’s office, she fantasized about their future with their baby...

As she thought about it, more and more streams tears started to roll down from her eyes. When she thought about the name she was going to give their child, the two words popped up in her mind “rice bowl,” and she finally couldn’t help but break down.

Then the anesthesia kicked in. She lost consciousness...

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The operation was quick. Twenty minutes hadn’t even passed before it was over.

After Cheng Weiwan was awoken by a nurse, she laid in bed for about ten minutes before she was notified that she could leave.

Han Zhifan’s secretary collected the medicine. On the journey back from the hospital, she relayed every single word of the doctor’s orders to Cheng Weiwan.

From start to end, Cheng Weiwan didn’t say a single word. It wasn’t until she stepped out of the hospital building that she saw the heavy rain and finally spoke: “It’s raining.”

Han Zhifan’s secretary stopped what she was saying in astonishment and replied to Cheng Weiwan, “Yeah, it’s raining.”

Again, Cheng Weiwan kept silent again but raised her head to stare up at the infinite raindrops. As she stared and stared, Han Zhifan’s secretary wasn’t sure if she was seeing things, but she actually saw Cheng Weiwan’s lips curve into a smile. However, her smile seemed even sadder than her tears.

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Today, Han Zhifan finally managed to secure the big project he’d always wanted.

Everyone thought that Han Zhifan would be in a great mood, but who knew that after the contract was finalized, he actually erupted in anger like he’d just eaten gunpowder.

His terrible mood lasted all afternoon, causing everyone to fear stepping into his office, even if it was for an urgent matter.

It was already three in the afternoon when Han Zhifan’s secretary took Cheng Weiwan back home and returned to the company.