A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

"Uncle, I'm lost... Woohoo, can you take me back? I want to sleep!"

Xiaowen was crying pitifully. The bodyguard looked down and saw that it was a strange little girl, but he didn't feel suspicious. Seeing that Xiaowen was still wearing a hospital gown, he couldn't help squatting down.

"Little sister, do you remember which ward you are in?"

"I don't remember, uncle, take me back, I'm afraid..."

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment and said, "Then you can wait for a while, and when my partner comes back, I will take you to the ward?"

Xiaowen cried even harder.

"Uncle, take me to the nurse and let her see me off. There's no one here, I'm afraid!"

The bodyguard took a look, and West Elm hurriedly hid.

The bodyguard looked around to see if there was no one around, and thought that his companion would be back soon, so he softened for a moment, so he carried Xiaowen to the nurse's desk.

Xiyu didn't expect that Xiaowen would really dismiss the person, and she didn't dare to hesitate too much, fearing that the person who went to the bathroom would come back, so she immediately entered the ward.

The light in the ward was on, but Ruan Peichen seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed.

West Elm quietly closed the door, and then locked the door.

She took two deep breaths and walked slowly to the hospital bed.

This is after the accident.She came here for the first time and met Ruan Peichen for the first time.

Ruan Peichen was lying on the hospital bed, hung with medicine, and had scratches on his forehead and cheeks. Although they were not serious, the scratches looked horrific. Against the backdrop of Ruan Peichen's pale face, Xiyu was terrified.

Xiyu slowly walked to Ruan Peichen's side, not daring to wake him up, and couldn't help but have red eyes.

The doctor's words from that day rang in his ears, his eyes slowly fell on the bed, Xiyu closed his eyes, not daring to think about what would happen if Ruan Peichen really couldn't stand up?

That day, she really hated Ruan Peichen, hated to the point that she had never met him, but...she never thought of hurting him.

Ruan Peichen has suffered a lot, and the psychological trauma of his childhood has not yet healed. How can he be so proud of himself as he is now?
If he couldn't stand up, he would face all kinds of strange looks from now on.

West Elm could even imagine that Ruan Peichen would definitely hate the sympathetic gaze more than the discrimination and disgust gaze.

"sorry."

West Elm trembled and spoke silently, and couldn't help stretching out his hand, and stroked Ruan Peichen's cheek with his fingertips, wanting to take a closer look at the wound on his face.

But just as his fingertips touched Ruan Peichen's cheek, Xiyu's wrist was suddenly pinched.

West Elm gritted her teeth, her expression froze, and the tears fell straight on Ruan Peichen's lips without holding back for a moment.

Tears are warm, with a slightly salty bitter taste.

Ruan Peichen's black and cold eyes moved, a little mocking and a little disgusted, he raised his eyes and looked fixedly at Xielm.

"Nie Xiyu, come to sympathize with me? What do you want to beg me with these false tears? If you are begging me to let Ne Xiuer go, then stop dreaming!"

Xiyu watched Ruan Peichen's pale and thin lips open and close, and the indifferent words fell on her ears. She felt pain in her heart, and her tears fell even more violently.

She raised her other hand and roughly wiped her tears.

There was no use crying then, and the more she cried, the more disturbed she became.

"I'm sorry, I, I don't want to sympathize with you, I... I'm sorry..."

Xiyu spoke nervously and incoherently, her wrist was reddened by Ruan Peichen's pinch, but she didn't dare to pull her hand back.