The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

Sang Ran was listening to the announcement on the radio, and suddenly his body seemed to be out of control. He unbuckled his seat belt and reached out to unbuckle Sang Ning's.

"Mother?"

"Sang Ran, the plane is about to take off, don't move now!" Castelan exclaimed.

Sang Ran kept moving his hands: "I'm sorry, something might have happened at home, and I need to go back to check it out. I can't go with you this time."

After she finished speaking, she ignored the luggage above, picked up Sang Ning, walked to the corridor and rushed to the door.

The stewardess who was closing the door immediately stopped her: "Ma'am, you can't move now. Please sit in your seat."

"Miss!"

Sang Ran ran sideways through the cabin door that had not yet been closed, passed through the aircraft access passage, and walked into the hall.

"Mom, aren't we going?" Sang Ning asked in confusion.

Sang Ran replied breathlessly: "Something may have happened to your father. We need to go back to find him."

They ran outside, and Sang Ran put his coat on Sang Ning's head. The raindrops didn't look big, but soon half of her body was soaked.

While taking a taxi, Sang Ran called Pei Jingping twice more, but still no one answered.

They got in the car and were about to tell the driver the address when Sang Ning pulled out a cell phone from Sang Ran's coat: "Mom, the phone is ringing."

The phone screen was a little wet because of the rain.

Sang Ran wiped it twice and picked up the phone.

"Hello, is this Ms. Sang Ran?" asked the female voice on the other end of the phone.

As the premonitions in one's heart are fulfilled step by step, the pace of searching for the truth will gradually slow down, and one will use the free time to pray, or to deny all guesses completely.

Even if my hunch is wrong, I don't want to hear my guess expressed through someone else's mouth.

Become an established fact.

Sang Ran was suddenly not so panicked anymore. Her clothes were wet and the moisture seeped into her skin.

The space seemed to be in slow motion and the only sound I could hear was my own heartbeat.

She heard herself say, "It's me."

"Are you Mr. Pei Jingping's wife? He was in a traffic accident and is now being taken to the First People's Hospital. Please come with him and his family as soon as possible."

"..."

The phone slipped from my hand and hit my leg. It hurt from the inside out, like hitting a bone.

"Where are you going, girl?" the driver finally found time to ask.

"Go to the First People's Hospital." Sang Ran seemed to have lost his soul and responded instinctively, "Master, please hurry up."

"Okay, sit tight."

What was he thinking during those few seconds when he called her?

I am afraid that I will never see him again, but I still hope that Sang Ran can hear that something is wrong with me and I can come back to him.

What was he thinking when he heard her say "I love you, too"?

Was it because he was disappointed at Sang Ran's ignorance, or was it because he was truly satisfied with this sentence and felt that he had no regrets in death?

Would he blame Sang Ran for not being in touch with her for such a long time and yet hearing her complaints?

He didn’t do any of that. He didn’t think about what would happen to him, or whether there would be no future. He didn’t blame himself for having suffered such an unexpected accident for no reason.

Just hope.

Sang Ran can pursue what she loves.

Just wanted to tell her.

he loves her.

That's it.

He was afraid that he would die and Sang Ran would blame himself, so he said, "I hope you can concentrate on your beloved career in France."

Does loving someone mean locking her tightly by your side?

Pei Jingping didn’t understand. To be exact, he didn’t quite understand how to love someone.

So I struggled all the way and tried my best.

I didn’t understand it before, but being too nice to someone will cause psychological burden to that person.

Later he understood this and restrained his primitive desires, like a puppet without possessiveness.

Sang Ran always felt that he was a little too nice.

But she didn't know how many evil thoughts he had quietly wiped out during the countless battles deep in his heart.

He is not a complete saint.

Countless times, he wanted to possess Sang Ran in extreme ways, using tricks and routines to keep Sang Ran by his side.

He could give her all the support he could, keep her in captivity, and have someone monitor her.

All this was too easy for him.

But he didn't. What he loved was always the lively her, who had dreams, pursuits and self.

Never stick to one side or be trapped by rules and regulations.

He said Sang Ran was a flower blooming on the edge of a cliff, dangerous, yet truly dazzling.

Tenacious, yet fragile.

But on that day, his flower said to her, "It's raining so heavily", and it happened that he held an umbrella.

She said, "It's raining too hard," and he said, "Then I'll get wet with you."

Does that count as giving up on yourself?

But half of his self is her.

Does loving someone mean locking her tightly by your side?

One day, he went to see the flower again and found it blooming right above him.

He was right beneath her, her sturdy branch, supporting her and allowing her to bloom.

It’s not so important whether you stay by my side or not.

When Sang Ran rushed to the hospital, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. The cold incandescent lights illuminated the porcelain white floor tiles.

Although there was light wherever the eyes went, it felt extremely cold.

Sang Ning trotted behind Sang Ran. She was frightened by the atmosphere here and was afraid to move forward.

In the past, when she came to the hospital late at night, it was Sang Ran who took her to see the doctor. He was never not in her arms, and he never witnessed her anxiety.

She watched Sang Ran saying something at the front desk. The usually strong person was now confused and his steps were disorderly.

"Where are the people who were sent here after the car accident tonight?" Sang Ran asked.

The nurse glanced at her, silently handed her a tissue, and then looked through the records: "Walk to the end of the corridor and turn right."

"Thank you." Sang Ran immediately ran towards that place.

Sang Ning followed her silently, Sang Ran's body swaying throughout the corridor, her footsteps echoing.

She looked at her mother's embarrassed back and seemed to realize something.

At the door of the quiet operating room, three red "Operation" signs hurt my eyes.

Everything was cold: the floor, the walls, and even the iron chair beneath me.

I don’t know how long I waited. I didn’t have the mind to check the time, nor the energy to pay attention to other things. My eyes were fixed on the red, as if I wanted to see through it.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound and the lights went out.

The door of the operating room slowly opened, and the first thing to come out was a blue and white bed, which slid on wheels on the ground.

Sang Ran stood up quickly. She didn't have the habit of rubbing her hands, but now, her hands were about to spark from the friction.

There was no one on the bed, or rather, the person on it was covered with a white cloth.

Sang Ran felt a chill in his heart.

She quickly looked away and looked at the doctor who followed her out.

"Doctor, is he okay? He should be fine, right? Was the accident serious? Did he injure his eyes so he can't be exposed to bright light?"

The doctor didn't know how to answer her repeated questions.

"Family member, please don't cry first," the doctor comforted.

Only then did Sang Ran notice that her face was covered with tear marks.

She wiped it twice and shook her head: "It's okay, right?"

The doctor sighed slowly and shook his head: "I'm sorry, we've tried our best."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to be used to this kind of scene, or as if he was afraid of being pestered by Sang Ran, so he left.