Flash marriage to a wealthy family, the abstinent president proves love every night

"Take her forward and don't look back!"

Ji Tingqiu's voice was like a gust of wind blowing quickly in their ears, completely disappearing into the night.

Looking at the rear door being blown open and closed by the wind,

A gust of cool wind blew into the car, and Ji Linyuan and Cong Rong's hearts were completely chilled at the same time.

The moment Ji Tingqiu jumped out of the car, he knew what it meant better than anyone else.

At the same time, Cong Rong wanted to turn the steering wheel to turn around, but Ji Linyuan stopped him, "Cong Rong, if you go back, his death will be in vain!"

"Let me go, I don't want him to die, I want him to live and come home with me alive. The child is still waiting for him to go back and play horse riding. The child has no father... Ji Linyuan, he can't die... he can't die of,"

Cong Rong spoke incoherently, tears falling heavily on the steering wheel.

It also hit the back of Ji Linyuan's hand.

He didn't know what to do for a moment,

Reason told him that going back would be nothing more than giving away someone's life, but his emotions did not allow him to abandon Ji Tingqiu.

As the two men struggled with the steering wheel, there was a loud explosion from behind.

The soaring fire lit up half of the sky. The flames jumped into the farmland on the roadside and took advantage of the cool night breeze. In an instant, the billowing smoke spread over a large area on the roadside.

At the moment of the explosion,

Cong Rong's heart thumped as if she had fallen to the ground, and dense pain rushed to her heart along the nerves and blood vessels. She was in so much pain that it was difficult to breathe, and she gasped for air.

She seemed to have lost all feeling in her feet and pressed the brakes numbly. She only knew that she had to go back to find him.

"I want to go back to find him... Tingqiu... I won't..."

The tires made a sharp sound as they rubbed against the ground, the car door opened with a bang, and Cong Rong ran towards the fire regardless of Ji Linyuan's shouts.

Ji Linyuan shouted, but the woman didn't slow down even half a step, "Cong Rong, don't go, it's dangerous!"

The wind was still blowing slowly, and the flames crossed the concrete path in the middle and ignited the farmland on the other side. A wall of fire rolled towards Cong Rong and Ji Linyuan.

Ji Linyuan hurriedly returned to the car, reversed and accelerated to catch up with Cong Rong and drag her back to the car.

"Let me go, he's waiting for me inside, Ji Linyuan, he won't die... How about we go save him? Go save Tingqiu, please..."

Cong Rong cried while trying to grab the steering wheel from Ji Linyuan's hand.

The next second, Ji Linyuan roared and woke her up.

"He wants you to live! Stop doing meaningless things."

Cong Rong was stunned when he was yelled at.

She stopped talking and huddled up into a ball, looking at the reflector on the side. The rear of the mirror was still blazing with fire.

He stepped on the accelerator and accelerated toward the national highway. A long string of red and blue flashing police car lights could be vaguely seen heading in their direction.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped to meet Yu Chuan and Feng Yuchen’s motorcade.

Cong Rong opened the car door and ran into the wall of fire the moment he parked the car. Ji Linyuan hadn't turned off the engine yet. Yu Chuan and Feng Yuchen were about to chase but found that Cong Rong had fainted on the side of the road.

They looked at each other, and then looked at the rising fire all over the sky,

At this glance, they saw the crystal liquid in each other's eyes at the same time...

Three days later, Beijing General Hospital,

The ward door was clicked and then opened. Yu Chuan came in with a pile of documents and closed the ward smoothly.

The senior ward was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. He walked behind the man standing in front of the window, opened the file, and respectfully handed over the pen.

"Second Young Master, this is the chairman... no, it's the Young Master's partial share transfer agreement. The lawyer has already drafted it. If you have any objections, you can sign it when the Young Madam wakes up."

Ji Linyuan was looking at the mountains in the distance in a daze, and only jumped out of his memories when he heard Yu Chuan's words.

In just three days, everything seemed like a lifetime ago.

According to Feng Yuchen, Ji Tingqiu should have jumped into the drug dealer's car with a bunch of grenades. The explosion of the grenades ignited the car's fuel tank, causing the car to explode.

No one can survive under the powerful shock wave.

The fire in the farmland burned for a day and a night. When the fire fighters put out the fire, no human tissue or remains were found at the scene except the car wreckage that was burned into an iron frame.

Everything was turned into ashes after the fire, leaving no trace.

Thinking of this, he sniffed slightly, took the document and lowered his head to sign.

The moment he started writing, Cong Rong's weak voice reached his ears, "Signing it means he is gone, right?"

Cong Rong did not dare to call out Ji Tingqiu's name, but only dared to call him "him".

She was afraid that she would be tempted to jump off the rooftop and follow him.

"What's his is yours. If he's gone, you have to keep your daughter safe and I will help you." Ji Linyuan's eyes darkened and he didn't want to mention that person's name.

It seems that he didn’t mention it, and neither did Cong Rong.

Ji Tingqiu just treated it as a business trip, maybe one year, two years, ten years, but he was still there.

This seemed to be a tacit understanding between him and Cong Rong.

Cong Rong pursed her lips, her throat was choked, and she swallowed back what she wanted to say. She knew that she was not the only one who was sad.

I don’t want to drag everyone along to be sentimental.

Yu Chuan has followed Ji Tingqiu for more than ten years, and losing him would be extremely cruel to Yu Chuan.

"I'll sign. This is what he paid for with his life. Give it to me and I'll sign." Cong Rong leaned against the bedside with a forced smile on his lips.

As a result, she turned the pen and looked at it carefully. There was a little primer peeling off in the middle and lower part of the pen barrel. It should have been rubbed off by Ji Tingqiu's long-term use.

Cong Rong held the pen tightly and closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The tip of the pen rustled on the white paper, as if he and she were writing together.

After closing the document, she left the pen behind and looked at Yu Chuan with another faint smile.

Yu Chuan looked at the pen with slightly wet eyes. He knew what Cong Rong meant, so he comforted him and said, "The chairman loves this pen the most. It was left to him by the old lady and he has never been willing to change it."

After hearing this, Cong Rong just pulled her lips slightly and nodded. "Yuchuan, do you want to drink water? I'll pour it for you. You've been tired for many days. Come and sit down."

Before Yu Chuan waved his hand to refuse, she looked at the man in front of the window again.

"Ji Linyuan, do you want room temperature or hot water? Don't tell me you want to drink ice water."

After asking, she went straight to the water dispenser and started to fill it up with a calm expression on her face.

Ji Linyuan watched her busy and frowned more and more.

"Hey, the housekeeper won't come to clean the ward today. I smell a musty smell. I'd better clean it myself." Then Cong Rong started folding the sheets and tidying up the bedside table, and went to the bathroom to get a mop.

Yu Chuan watched anxiously as she sensed something was wrong, and then looked at Ji Linyuan, only to see that his expression had dropped to freezing point.

"Second Young Master, she is..."

Ji Linyuan clenched his fists and tried his best to hold back, then released them after a few seconds. He shook his head feebly.

Cong Rong had a mental problem.

He discovered this when he woke up in the middle of the night last night.

At first, she thought it was just a temporary talk to herself, but now it seems that her spirit has really been stimulated.

Maybe it's because people who are extremely sad look more normal than normal people.

However, if it is too much, it is the most abnormal thing.

They will smile deliberately, be warm on purpose, and keep themselves busy for a moment.

Just like Cong Rong looks like now.

Just as he was thinking about whether he should see the attending doctor, Cong Rong suddenly threw the sheets in his hands to the ground and kicked aside his slippers.