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

Ji Linyuan was interrupted by the movement he made. He turned around and saw Cong Rong squatting on the ground muttering to himself.

His heart ached severely.

Her bare feet were so pale that there was no trace of blood. It should be said that her exposed arms, neck, and cheeks were all the same color.

Bai's illness, Bai's brokenness.

"The sheets are all laid out, Tingqiu, when will you come back... is it tonight?... Okay, I'll take it to the balcony for you to dry in the sun."

Cong Rong bent down and rolled up the bed sheets, her hanging hair covering her eyes, leaving only a peaceful smile on her lips.

Ji Linyuan looked at her blankly,

Watching her roll up the thin quilt on the hospital bed into her arms, the quilt and sheets blocked her view, making it particularly difficult for her to walk.

"Cong Rong, where are you going? Put your things down, please, and be obedient."

In order not to irritate her, Ji Linyuan gently pulled her arm into his arms and held her tightly.

"Let me go. I want to give him a blanket. Ji Linyuan, let go of me...don't you want him to come back? I know you don't want Tingqiu to come back. You hate him for sending you abroad in the first place. He threw you to the police... No, I made him sad. He saved my mother and I was angry with him..."

Cong Rong suddenly changed his mood after being stopped.

She first grabbed Ji Linyuan's shirt collar with both hands and became hysterical, and then pulled her hair to blame herself.

"Yu Chuan, get the doctor, hurry!" Ji Linyuan roared.

Ten minutes later, the doctor gently withdrew the sedative, listened to Cong Rong's heartbeat, and nodded.

Seeing this, Ji Linyuan stepped forward and put down the cuffs of Cong Rong's upper arms and covered her with a quilt.

"How is she? Is she escaping from reality due to short-term stimulation, or does she need to rely on drugs for long-term maintenance?" Ji Linyuan asked.

"If she has been severely stimulated recently, she can be observed for ten days and a half to check her mental state. It's hard to say. Further examination is needed. You can take her to the places where she has been before, or let the patient do something she likes best. Things are getting busy.”

After the doctor closed the door and left, Ji Linyuan looked at Yu Chuan and said, "Go back and ask Xiao Yu to clean up Cong Rong's work station, transfer the child to another school, transfer him back to Qingcheng, and leave in half a month."

"Yes, Chairman." Yu Chuan responded.

"You should call me Second Young Master in private. He will always be the chairman." Ji Linyuan glanced at Cong Rong again and gently brushed her hair behind her ears.

At this time, there was a soft knock on the ward door. Ji Linyuan turned around and saw Mu Qingqing walking in carrying a thermos bucket.

"How is she? Grandpa Rui told me that I was coming to the Blessing Kitchen to make soup and bring it to me. The child was crying and looking for her mother. The old man coaxed the child and couldn't get away for a while."

Mu Qingqing said as she walked to the hospital bed and placed the thermos bucket on the bedside table.

His eyes never stayed on Ji Linyuan for more than a second.

The two of them are like ordinary friends, more like strangers who meet by chance.

Seeing her cold look, which was completely different from the previous Mu Qingqing, Ji Linyuan pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but the words choked back in his heart.

That night, when he heard with his own ears what Mu Qingqing had suffered from Heishankou, he always wanted to say sorry to this woman.

Because Cong Rong had been in a coma, Feng Yuchen came a few times to learn about the Black Mountain Group. He was so busy that he put the matter behind him.

Now that Mu Qingqing was right in front of him, he suddenly didn't have the courage to speak.

So what if I apologize?

Because of him, how could the suffering caused to Mu Qingqing disappear with just one word.

It would only push her back into the quagmire of sin again.

"The mental state is a little bad. We plan to leave for Qingcheng in half a month. Do you want to come with us? Cong Rong will go back to work in Ji's. Being busy will help her recover. What happened in the past, except Cong Rong and I, is Everyone who knows is dead, and you can start your life again. With your academic qualifications, you are welcome back to Ji's anytime you want."

"Thank you." Mu Qingqing replied calmly as she tucked Cong Rong into bed.

Do you want to start over?

She really didn't intend to stop in the past, nor did she deliberately think about those things.

But whenever she lay on the bed, there would be dozens of hands pulling at the hem of her pajamas. As soon as she closed her eyes, those demons would come to eat her and drag her into the abyss of hell.

Can the ruined flower bloom again one day?

Ji Linyuan looked at her condescendingly, carefully observing every microexpression of hers.

But there is no emotion on the woman's face.

Cold, light.

He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart for a moment.

This state is just like when I first met Cong Rong,

At a glance, she couldn't see through or see clearly, and she felt distant and distant, as if nothing had anything to do with her.

"Qingqing, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you about that. I owe you an apology."

Ji Linyuan finally said what he had been holding in his heart for the past few days, but he was not relieved after saying it.

He knew that Mu Qingqing would not forgive him.

No woman would ever forgive such a heartless man like him.

"I'm leaving first. I'll be with you when we return to Qingcheng. I can take care of Sister Cong Rong on the way."

There was a flash of emotion in Mu Qingqing's eyes. She lowered her eyelids to hide her fleeting panic and fled in a hurry.

Looking at her leaving figure, Ji Linyuan felt bitter in his heart.

Mu Qingqing would never forgive him, and what made him even more depressed was that he found that he was very concerned about her forgiveness...

It was ten days later when Cong Rong was discharged from the hospital and returned to Rui's house.

In the morning, the sun was so warm that it made people feel hot all over. Cong Rong rolled up her sleeves and was busy setting up a sunshade net in the garden. Looking at the blooming blue hydrangeas, her eyes felt sore and hot, and the pain made her want to cry.

"Aunt Yue, have you seen Tingqiu... He still hasn't listened to you and doesn't want me anymore. Can you drive him back... How could you be so selfish and abandon me and the child..."

She didn't want to cry, but the tears kept trying to blur her vision and couldn't be wiped away.

A few minutes later, Cong Rong squatted down, buried his head between his legs and sobbed deeply.

She had cried enough. She had seen a pointed stone with that person's name written on the ground one by one...

"Cong Rong, I swear in front of my mother today that I will treat you well..."

"When I come back from the capital, I will remarry you and live a good life..."

"This is the first time I love someone. I'm sorry that my love makes your life difficult. Can you stay with me?

"Cong Rong, if one day I am penniless, will you still stay with me?"

"Believe me, I won't let you die..."

"Look forward, don't look back!"

Tears were like a flood that had opened, along with the ups and downs of the past, Cong Rong wrote seriously, stroke by stroke, "Ji Tingqiu is a big liar! Liar!"

At this time, outside the intensive care unit of Jiangcheng Hospital, hundreds of kilometers away from the capital,

A middle-aged woman with wavy black hair looked into the ward through the small glass window. The man on the bed was covered with tubes. Several doctors debugged a high-end machine and officially started it.

"Sister Chu, this thing costs [-] yuan to start up and [-] yuan a day. Are you really going to spend money on it for your buddy?"