Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2.

Chapter 684: I can’t afford to kneel down

After Li Shaoqi was buried, Han Qian and Fu Dong had their fourth meeting. It was also the first meeting between a person who could call the shots and Li Shaoqi's family in Binhai.

This was also the first time that Han Qian met Li Shaoqi's father, a man who was ordinary in appearance, height, and temperament. He cried non-stop along the way. At this time, the room was full of big shots who could be named in Binhai. But the old man still cried on his own.

Han Qian finally understood why Li Shaoqi was so virtuous. Fu Ying had a gentle temperament, and her husband was even gentler than her. It was the two of them who pampered Li Shaoqi and became what he is today.

Han Qian's several openings were interrupted by the old man's sobs. Fu Dong turned his head and frowned.

"Can you stop crying? You've been crying for a week!"

Li Shaoqi's father raised his head and looked at Fu Dong, choking.

"My son is dead, why don't I cry?"

The old man's voice was very thin and gentle. Although he was very sad and angry, his words were still gentle and a bit coquettish. Fu Dong sighed and raised his head to look at Han Qian with helpless eyes.

"Be patient."

Han Qian nodded and said softly.

"I can understand."

Fu Dong took a deep breath and said softly.

"We will continue to invest in what Shaoqi has not finished. Shaoqi's death requires your Binhai Municipal Bureau to hold a press conference to announce this matter."

After saying this, Li Jinhai looked at Han Qian, who shook his head.

"This time is not the best time. I am probably planning to hold this press conference when the movie starts playing in three months."

Fu Dong nodded.

"Okay, the movie requires that I need Wei Jiu and Wu Qingsi to star. I need the popularity of these two people."

Wei Jiu nodded slightly.

"Yes, I can handle the entire movie promotion, but I can't guarantee Wu Qingsi's side. Her mental state has always worried us."

Fu Dong raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Is Wu Qingsi mentally ill?"

Wei Jiu shook his head.

"No, but if she doesn't want to do this, no one will do it!"

Fu Dong hummed and said again.

"Shaoqi's tombstone will remain in Binhai, other things..."

Han Qian's cell phone rang while he was talking. Looking at his mother's number, Han Qian frowned. His mother usually would not take the initiative to call him. After answering the phone, Han Qian stood up suddenly when he heard his mother's voice. Then he climbed up on the table, jumped over Fu Dong's head and rushed out of the conference room.

Fu Dong cursed, but Han Qian had no intention of paying attention to Fu Dong. When he went out, he pushed the door hard, the glass door shattered, and Han Qian drove away.

He rushed into the hospital in a hurry. When Han Qian came to the door of the operating room, he found that the elders in the family had already come over. Han Qian rushed forward and held his mother's hand.

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly preparing to deliver the baby? It's only been more than seven months and less than eight months!"

Qian'er's mother whispered with red eyes.

"An An accidentally fell down when she was going downstairs. I didn't find out until I got home after buying groceries."

Han Qian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I know, I know! It's okay, it must be okay! Mom, go and rest first, aunt! Auntie, you guys should go and rest too, I'll be fine here."

An'an fell. An'an's figure was already thin. Pregnant with two children, her belly became enlarged and it was very inconvenient for her to walk.

Han Qian stood at the door of the operating room and kept pacing. Then he simply lay on the ground and looked inside along the door of the operating room. Han Qian had no idea what was going on inside.

During this period, people came and went, and people kept coming to the hospital to inquire about the situation.

When the old Taoist priest and the old Chinese medicine doctor came together, Han Qian grabbed the old Chinese medicine doctor as if grasping a life-saving straw. "Go in and show me what's going on."

The old Chinese medicine doctor raised his hands and smiled bitterly.

"I'm not a gynecologist, and I don't know how to give birth. I'm waiting for the baby to be born to check on the mother."

The old Taoist priest said softly.

"Now that medicine is so advanced, don't worry. It's not your first time to be a father. Why can't you calm down?"

Han Qian paced around, worried that he had committed too many sins and would involve An An and his two children.

There were more and more people outside the operating room. Luo Shen hurried over to ask how the situation was. Han Qian shook his head.

"I don't know, I don't know anything now!"

One day and one night passed very quickly for the doctors inside. They wished they could slow down the time and make their hands faster. But outside the operating room, Han Qian felt that the days were like years and he did not dare to relax for even a quarter of an hour. , just afraid of hearing some bad news.

At 5:25 in the morning, the nurse opened the door of the operating room, and one child and one child were pushed out. The doctor did not come over to congratulate Han Qian, and the atmosphere in the entire hospital fell to the bottom.

An An was in a coma, and the two children were not in very good condition. They were extremely weak, and their cries at birth were inaudible.

At this time, one child and one child were lying on the hospital bed. Han Qian stood aside and opened his mouth to call An An, but no sound came out. He followed the doctors like a zombie. An An and the two children went to the ICU. When Han Qian wanted to follow in, the doctor closed the door.

Han Qian had no idea what was going on with An An and his two children now. He even said that he didn't know whether his two children were boys or girls, alive or dead.

Han Qian left the hospital.

After leaving the house and getting in the car, someone called him. Han Qian responded with a smile and said it was okay, he just wanted to get some air.

We drove all the way to the beach and walked up the bluestone steps.

Pushing open the vermilion-painted wooden door, the big yellow dog ran over and rubbed against Han Qian's legs. Surprisingly, there was no barking and the little yellow dog didn't bar its teeth.

After walking up the steps, pushing open the Main Hall, and looking at the bronze statue inside, Han Qian stepped forward and knelt on the hard floor tiles with a bang, clasped his hands together, then placed his forehead on the ground, kowtowed to pray to the Buddha.

The old monk and a young monk stood at the door of the main hall and looked at the man kowtowing inside.

The little monk asked doubtfully.

"Master, doesn't the Crown Prince not believe in Buddhism? Why do you come here to worship Buddha!"

The old monk stretched out his hand and touched the young monk's head, laughing softly.

"Everyone has a last resort, and everyone has to pay for their mistakes. He, Han Qian, doesn't believe in gods, but only gods can give him a sense of inner peace."

The young monk asked with some confusion.

"Will this kind of improvising be useful?"

The old monk smiled.

"Gods will never regard life as a believer. If you respect life, you will become a believer in gods."

The old monk's words made the young monk even more confused as to why a superior god would become a belief in life.

The old monk looked at Han Qian and laughed.

"He is not here to worship Buddha, he is here to let the gods repay his debt."

Han Qian does not believe in gods.

That day he couldn't afford to kneel before the Buddha statue.

You don’t have to pay me back what you owe me, so that mother and son can be safe.

The destiny remains the same, no resistance.

(End of this chapter)