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

"Actually, you want to say that being with me is more tiring than living alone before, right?"

Ji Tingqiu looked at her haggard profile and asked bluntly.

Cong Rong nodded.

If they were going to sacrifice the happiness of many people by being together, she thought it would be better to sacrifice her own happiness directly.

Ji Tingqiu gripped the steering wheel sadly. After a moment, he asked in a deep voice,

"Where's the child? Don't you want it anymore?"

Perhaps the child is Cong Rong's only hope to accept him.

So, he thought of using his child to keep her, even if she was unwilling at the moment, but as long as she could stay, the scars would slowly fade away.

He thought that Cong Rong would slowly get better by then.

"Even if we are separated, the children will not lack the love of either parent, right? We can take turns taking care of them. When you have a new family, I will take them back...well..."

Before Cong Rong could finish her explanation, a big hand suddenly pinched the back of her neck and forced her to turn around, followed by a pair of cold, rough lips that fiercely captured her lips.

The man was not in a hurry to pry her open teeth, but kept lingering on her lips and nibbling lightly, like a child who was aggrieved and dared not open the door.

Cong Rong was moved by his tenderness, and her tears became thicker and thicker.

She slowly raised her hand and inserted her fingers into his short hair, responding to the man's reluctant kiss.

Why didn't she want to slowly accompany him to search for his past memories, but their past was too painful, so there was no use in retrieving it.

After getting her response, Ji Tingqiu finally let go of her temporarily with satisfaction.

"If you can't accept it for a while, we can temporarily separate rooms. This is my bottom line. You have to be responsible for our marriage."

Cong Rong wanted to shake his head and refuse, but his head was squeezed so tightly by the man that he could not shake it. He wanted to open his mouth to express his disagreement, but as soon as he opened his lips, Ji Tingqiu sealed his lips domineeringly.

"Hmm~"

Her eyes gradually became filled with anger, and she stretched out her suppressed hands to push Ji Tingqiu away.

In the small space inside the car, a game of disparity in power began.

Ten minutes later, Cong Rong was panting but could not hurt the man even a little bit.

The two people looked at each other,

Finally, Ji Tingqiu stopped before she completely exploded and released the soft lips that fascinated him.

"Cong Rong, there are many ways to solve the problem, but the only way is to avoid it."

The car started and returned to the middle of the road. Cong Rong leaned her body to the side of the car door to ensure that she was far away from him.

If you can't fight, don't fight. If you can't talk, don't say anything.

But whether to do it or not, and how to do it, is up to her.

At this time, Cong Rong's cell phone rang. She found it and found that it was a call from her mother, Cong Manxi.

She couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Since reuniting with her mother, she has almost never taken the initiative to call herself.

Cong Rong felt that she was lucky to be back. It didn't matter whether she remembered her daughter or not.

If possible, it’s okay not to remember,

That way mom will never be sad about dad's death.

After picking up the phone, a gentle voice came from the other side,

"Rongrong, I want to take Liu Jiang back to Qingcheng to live for a while. After his condition is controlled with imported drugs, where he is hospitalized will not change much. Also, there is always a vague feeling in my mind recently. He grabbed my neck and threatened to kill me. I want to go back to Qingcheng to see if I can regain some memory."

After hanging up the phone, Cong Rong fell into deep thought.

Cong Rong still remembered that Liu Jiang once said that her mother suffered a knife wound when she rescued her.

But except for uncle Ronghua’s family,

She couldn't remember anyone else who had any deep grudge against her parents.

Cong Rong was reminiscing along the way. Perhaps it was too long ago and because she was too young to understand the grudges between adults at that time, she still couldn't figure it out.

Fifteen minutes later, the car drove into Ji's above-ground parking lot.

"Do you want to go back with me? The company's shareholders don't know about your amnesia yet." Cong Rong looked at the man following behind and said in surprise.

She still felt that Ji Tingqiu today was different from the one he had just returned to Qingcheng two days ago.

However, there is no need to hide it from her if he regains his memory.

Cong Rong attributed his current performance to genetic awakening.

After all, Ji Tingqiu has always been a diligent boss.

"It doesn't matter if you know. It's just a good opportunity to catch a few restless mice. Cong Rong, before I recover my memory, can you please help me improve my interpersonal relationships? It's best if you can move to the top floor to be me. Your personal secretary, after all, your identity is there, no one will doubt it."

Ji Tingqiu looked into her eyes and said tentatively.

He had to admire his own brains. Cong Rong had always been a person who took the overall situation into consideration, so she would definitely agree.

It seemed that he was not trying to trap the relationship between them, but to trap her as a person.

Qingcheng Second Affiliated Hospital, VIP ward on the 10th floor.

"The patient's family must consider carefully that a pregnant woman needs to have an abortion before she can undergo a kidney transplant."

After the doctor in white coat finished speaking, he turned and left.

On the accompanying bed, a girl wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown curled up, with the sleeves of her left arm rolled up, revealing half of her arm with cold white skin, and the purple veins were particularly eye-catching.

"Xiaoxuan, uncle, I beg you to abort the child in your belly and save your sister, okay? You are still young and you will be able to give birth in the future!"

Rong Hua stood by the bed with tears in her eyes. After speaking, she looked at the girl on the bed eagerly and kept rubbing her nervous hands.

Looking at Rong Hua in front of her, who was very similar to her father, Rong Zhixuan felt a chill in her heart. She opened her lips slightly and took a deep breath to force the words back into her stomach.

"You will graduate as a senior next year. How will you live with two children? I'll decide whether it's right or not when your life gets better in the future."

Seeing that the girl remained silent and refused to let go, Rong Hua quickly bent over and leaned in front of his niece to explain patiently.

Rong Zhixuan frowned, subconsciously avoiding the man's leaning body and looking out the window. The palm of her right hand repeatedly rubbed her flat belly.

The B-ultrasound showed that she was nearly 4 weeks pregnant. They had two identical little guys, and they had already grown fetal buds.

She couldn't give up these two little lives that accidentally broke into her life!

"Don't worry, Xiaoxuan. My uncle is here to assure you that your father's follow-up treatment will be maintained with the best imported drugs. I believe you will be reunited as father and daughter soon."

Seeing the resistance in the girl's eyes, Rong Hua's face darkened and he quickly put on a smile.

Uncle, are you threatening me with my father’s life to give up my two children? "

Rong Zhixuan spoke every word, her anger burning into her chest, and tears welling up in her eyes.

"bang"

The door to the ward suddenly opened, and a middle-aged woman wearing a long dark brown windbreaker walked in on stiletto heels. Her makeup was exquisite and her hair was tied up even more elegantly.

"Rong Hua, why are you talking nonsense to her? If there is no fetal heartbeat, just abort it immediately!"

Zhuang Hui frowned and said impatiently. In her eyes, the child in Rong Zhixuan's belly was just a weed, which would pop up and get in the way at critical moments.

"Tell me, how much does the operation cost?"

She walked to the nursing bedside, glanced at the girl, and asked straight to the point.

"There are 600,000 in the card for your abortion fee and kidney transplant medical expenses."

Pulling out a card from the valuable Hermès fruit basket bag, Zhuang Hui threw the card on the bed sheet, and a yellow-haired girl was willing to talk about money.

Seeing Rong Zhixuan pick up the bank card and hold it in her hand, Zhuang Hui's brows suddenly lit up with joy, and the anxiety that had just been waiting at the door was gone.

"Yes, yes, as many as you want. If it's not enough, you can open a number!"

Rong Hua was even happier than his wife, so he hurried forward to talk to her.

The couple looked at me and I looked at you, the glances between their brows and eyes instantly understood each other, and the smiles on the corners of their mouths couldn't be concealed.