MGASC -Chapter 177 I Like You, Do You Want to Be With Me?

After her roommate got punched by Jin Quan, the whole family finally settled down.

Before going to sleep, the doctor checked Zhang Qiao again. Since it was her first pregnancy and her cervix was dilating very slowly, the doctor said she could rest assured and get some sleep. The baby wouldn’t come until at least tomorrow.

Zhang Qiao was anxious and thought she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. But as she lay there, she gradually drifted off.

Her younger sister could sleep, but Zhang Ling, who was staying by her side, couldn’t sleep at all.

She kept opening her eyes to glance at her sister, afraid she might miss anything happening. Having little experience and worrying about messing up and being blamed by the family, she stayed restless until midnight. Finally, Zhang Ling got up to wash her face.

When she stepped out of the ward, she saw Jin Quan sitting on the corridor bench.

Jin Quan had his arms crossed and eyes closed, resting. His face was stern, and even when asleep, he exuded an unapproachable aura.

Zhang Ling quietly tiptoed, not wanting to disturb him.

But Jin Quan still woke up.

He lifted his eyelids slightly and, using the dim corridor light, scanned her up and down: “Still awake?”

“Can’t sleep.”

“Can’t even handle something this small? Pathetic.”

Jin Quan let out a short chuckle and patted the space next to him, signaling for her to sit. But Zhang Ling, wary of his unpredictable nature, didn’t obey: “I’m just going to wash my face.”

She went to the washroom at the end of the corridor, washed her face, rubbed her tired eyes, and drank some water from a cup.

Just as she was about to leave, someone came in behind her.

She turned around to see the tall figure of Jin Quan.

The small washroom seemed completely filled by him.

It was late at night. There was no one else around, only the occasional drip of water from the faucet, making a soft “plop” sound.

Jin Quan blocked the doorway. Zhang Ling lowered her head, suddenly feeling flustered: “Move aside…”

She tried to pass him, but he pushed her shoulder. Then, using his strong arm, he pressed her against the wall, trapping her between the wall and his chest.

“Petty, and still sulking at me.”

He was well over a head taller than her. Even when she looked straight ahead, her gaze reached only his chest. His chest muscles were solid, like a wall, making her feel suffocated.

“I’m not angry. Stop flattering yourself…”

Zhang Ling pushed him, but he was immovable, like she was pushing against iron.

“I never said you’re old; you’re not unwanted either.”

“Shut up!”

Jin Quan’s cold gaze fell on her face. Even though she was married, she still blushed whenever he spoke to her, like a young girl.

His rough hand moved up to grasp her chin, a mischievous smile on his face: “What, don’t like hearing that?”

She stubbornly stayed silent.

“Then what do you like to hear?”

Blushing furiously, Zhang Ling glared at his unreadable face, feeling flustered: “Jin Quan, let go! You’re acting like a thug…”

She pushed him hard again, but his body leaned closer, holding her chin and kissing her.

“Mm…”

Zhang Ling panicked, clenching her teeth to resist, arms wrapped around his neck, hitting and scratching him. But he seemed unfazed, his skin thick and tough.

Her resistance was quickly broken as he dominated her.

After a bout of relentless possession, he finally let her go when she was limp, panting, and exhausted.

Zhang Ling’s tongue felt numb and sore; tears formed at the corners of her eyes, making her look delicate and vulnerable: “You…”

“I’m a rogue; that’s what you said!”

Zhang Ling had no experience dealing with someone like him. The man in front of her made her feel both embarrassed and angry, the pressure overwhelming. She used all her strength to push him away.

Jin Quan’s back hit the door with a loud bang.

Zhang Ling brushed the stray hair off her forehead and ran, panicked, only to hear the man’s voice behind her: “Zhang Ling, I don’t like beating around the bush. I like you. Do you want to be with me?”

“Go away!”

Zhang Ling ran all the way back to the ward. Once the door was closed, her heart still pounded uncontrollably.

Her fingers touched the place he had just kissed, her lips still tingling with heat.

Recalling his words made her feel even more ashamed.

What a bad man, a rogue. Who would ever want him?

That night, even if Zhang Ling felt the need to use the bathroom, she held it in, thinking of the man outside. She didn’t go until morning.

By six in the morning, daylight crept in. Occasionally, a baby’s cry echoed in the ward, and family members began moving in the corridors.

“Excuse me, where’s the obstetrics department?”

Lin Tianyue, having not slept all night, rushed to the hospital and finally arrived in the morning. He asked around tirelessly and finally found the obstetrics department. As he went upstairs, he saw Jin Quan standing by the window, smoking.

“Old Jin, you finally let me find you!”

Jin Quan turned to see Lin Tianyue, dusty and worn from the journey, carrying nothing, his face bruised.

Jin Quan was surprised: “You just left yesterday. How did you get here so fast?”

“Old Jin, tell me quickly—is my wife in labor?” Lin Tianyue rushed over, gripping Jin Quan’s arm, practically wanting to leave marks on him.

At that moment, the ward door opened. Zhang Ling, hurrying to the bathroom, saw Lin Tianyue standing there and gasped, covering her mouth: “Brother… brother-in-law is back!”

Jin Quan glanced at her.

“You’re back just in time. She’ll probably give birth today.”

Not yet? That’s great!

Lin Tianyue exhaled a huge sigh of relief, thanking the heavens that he wasn’t too late.

“I’m going in to see Qiao Qiao!”

He left the two of them and went straight into the ward. Zhang Qiao hadn’t woken up. She lay on her side, facing outward, clutching her belly, curled up, groaning occasionally with a pained frown.

When Lin Tianyue entered, the man on the next bed woke up. Unhappy, he glanced at the newcomer, another tall, rugged, unapproachable man, and swallowed the insults that were about to leave his mouth.

Lin Tianyue sat by the bed, apologetically taking Zhang Qiao’s soft hand.

The night had been like passing through a gauntlet, teetering between life and death—wild and intense.

Seeing the woman in front of him, smelling the familiar hospital scents, Lin Tianyue finally felt a sense of reality return.

He was back.

Finally, he was back.

His rough fingers brushed the hair stuck to her forehead. His eyes hadn’t left her face since he entered.

Of course, he didn’t want to wake her.

After a night of turmoil, his body was exhausted, but his mind remained in a state of high alert.

After a while, Zhang Qiao sensed something was off and slowly opened her eyes.

She saw a pair of bloodshot eyes and a slightly weary face.

Oh, she must be dreaming.

She closed her eyes again, but the scent of Lin Tianyue lingered. Her fingers wrapped around his palm, and when she instinctively scratched lightly, she felt the hardness of his calloused hand.

Her heart tightened, and she opened her eyes fully.

This time, she saw clearly.