Lu Ming gasped and clutched his chest, coughing violently as Jing Yiren's slap was not light.
"..." Is this a scheme to murder her own husband?
Jing Yiren widened her eyes, awkwardly looking at Lu Ming coughing violently on the bed.
It seemed she had hit too hard.
Even the IV needle on Lu Ming's arm had been pulled out.
Jing Yiren looked down and noticed the dangling transparent IV tube by the bedside table, shockingly without a needle.
Jing Yiren panicked suddenly, the needle broke?
Thinking this, she subconsciously looked at the taped arm of Lu Ming.
There were no traces of blood on Lu Ming's smooth arm.
Jing Yiren stepped forward, reached out with her small hand, grabbed the lifted edge of the tape, and tore it off forcefully.
Lu Ming's arm was spotlessly clean, his fair skin showing his somewhat green veins which bore no needle marks.
"..." Lu Ming twitched his mouth awkwardly, immediately flopped back onto the bed and continued pretending to be drunk.
