Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant! by White Moon Lake

Chapter 500: Chapter 500

Jing Qiao still couldn’t help feeling a bit panicked, as Song Boyuan’s head full of blood was truly a shocking sight.

Soon, a bodyguard rushed over and helped the person into the house.

This place was originally arranged by Song Boyuan for Jing Qiao. The couch was an off-white fabric sofa, completely decorated according to Jing Qiao’s taste.

At this moment, drops of crimson blood left their marks on the sofa.

Jing Qiao’s hands trembled as she tried to grab her phone to dial 120, but even the phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the ground, its tempered glass screen protector shattering into a web of cracks.

She couldn’t even care about that, her fingers continued to swipe on the screen. The broken pieces of the screen protector were quite sharp, cutting fine wounds on Jing Qiao’s fingertips.

She had successfully dialed 120, and the operator on the other end, hearing her slightly panicked voice, comforted her, "Ma’am, please try to calm down first."

Jing Qiao took a deep breath before speaking.

Meanwhile, the bodyguard couldn’t help but suggest, "Madam, should we call Young Master Ji Ning?"

Jing Qiao was startled, only then remembering, that’s right, Song Jining was a hospital owner—Taiheng Hospital was also invested in by Song Boyuan.

And in her concern, she had actually forgotten even this.

She spoke quietly to the person on the line, "Sorry, it’s okay now. I didn’t mean to bother you."

After hanging up, Jing Qiao turned to the bodyguard, "Let them explain the situation when you call."

The ambulance from Taiheng Hospital would surely arrive much faster than those dispatched by the emergency call center.

The medical staff quickly entered, carrying emergency equipment and a foldable medical stretcher.

The leading young male doctor had a handsome and gentle appearance, dressed in a clean white coat over a pristine ash-gray shirt.

However, his handsome features now looked somewhat stern.

It was Song Boyuan’s cousin and a young master of the Song Family, Song Jining.

He didn’t look much like Song Boyuan, and their temperaments were vastly different. Song Boyuan could probably never possess the gentle and modest demeanor that Song Jining had.

When Song Jining saw Jing Qiao, he nodded to her gently, "Sister-in-law, what happened to my brother?"

him to a portable ECG monitor and then shined a

did he end up in a car accident?" Song Jining asked another question. He didn’t have much information, only that he had learned from the bodyguards over the phone that Song Boyuan had

away, so he hadn’t had time to ask

his way there, he thought carefully and found the situation to be quite odd—how

the ambulance had arrived, Song Jining had just gotten out of the vehicle and saw his cousin’s luxury car, its front end and

unconscious in the driver’s seat, so several

pieced together did the

became, the more bizarre

Jining couldn’t understand why his cousin would have a

the time to explain it

getting to the bottom of it; he quickly lifted the person onto the

"are you coming with us

Family’s other relatives and elders all looked down on Jing Qiao, but Song Jining didn’t. In fact, one might say he valued the woman before him greatly because he was

up, had just this one vulnerability—such a fragile woman—it was simply unbelievable even to

silent for

quietly

whether Song Jining saw her hesitation or was

and said, "Sister-in-law, then you can come by car too, I’m taking my brother

just

lights and

place, her gaze following

clenched tightly,

while before she turned around

house, Jing Qiao took several deep breaths, trying to calm her emotions, but as she cast her eyes down, she saw a trail of blood

extended towards the direction of

turning each one into a deep

next to her feet, and involuntarily stretched out a toe

the trail of blood across the floor, creating streaks of crimson like the

mess with footprints from

on the beige sofa,

to what had

gruesome stains on the sofa, her face turning

a long time before finally turning to

steps were slow and heavy, but they

at the cabinet, yanking open a drawer, and without hesitation, grabbed a set of car keys