Forced to Marry Mr. Billionaire

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Destined to Have No Descendants

An Ruo’s hands clutched the seat cushion tightly, in such pain that she dared not move her entire body, and could only stare helplessly ahead, hoping to reach the hospital in the next second.

But it wasn’t long before the car could no longer move forward.

The heavy rain had caused a traffic jam, and all she could see ahead were vehicles, making it impossible to advance even an inch.

"Shit!" Tang Yuchen growled lowly and tried to turn the car around, but there were too many vehicles behind, not even allowing for reversing!

An Ruo cried out in despair, "What do we do... what do we do?"

The man didn’t dare look at her, he took out his phone and dialed a number, said a few words. Then he took off his coat, put it over An Ruo’s head, opened the door, got out of the car, went to her side, opened her door, picked her up, and started running.

In the dark night, the downpour was like a curtain of rain, obscuring one’s vision.

The large raindrops hitting one’s face and body felt scorching painful.

weakly holding onto his neck, and through blurred vision observed his rain-soaked profile, her heart filled with hate and

who had killed their

her through the rain at night, she still

hated him or not; after all, he had killed his own child, and she wondered what he must be

regretful because of this, An Ruo’s heart suddenly experienced a

you to feel

had nearly run a few kilometers with her on his back, and by the time they reached the hospital, he was panting heavily, drenched in sweat. The doctor who had received his call

placed on the stretcher and quickly taken to the

way to the emergency room’s door, where he then leaned against the wall in a state of collapse, closed his

person looked

spot, the clean, polished floor quickly became stained with a puddle of water, dripping from his clothes with

rang in his ear, "I didn’t expect

man opened his eyes and called the person in

was indeed the old military doctor, Liang Weiming, who

sorry, it’s my fault, I should have shared my suspicions