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

Sang Ran looked helplessly at the man lying quietly on the hospital bed. He didn't even have a breathing rhythm.

The heart felt like it was being cut by a sharp blade, with each cut piercing the vitals.

All the strength in my body was drained.

In order to prevent the nurse from pushing the patient away, she could only hold on to the edge of the bed tightly, as if this could keep the patient there.

But in the end it was in vain.

"Family members, please make way and go to the front desk to sign the death certificate." The nurse next to her said as gently as possible.

Sang Ran's tears rolled out when she heard this.

"Dad?" Sang Ning's voice was choked with sobs. "Sister, is the person inside my dad?"

She was checking with the nurse.

Sang Ran was in a state of complete confusion and had no way of following the normal procedures to inquire for some key information.

"Dad? Little girl, you must have made a mistake. The person inside is a little girl."

Little girl?

Sang Ran looked up in surprise, the tear marks on her face and the fragility in her eyes made people feel distressed.

The nurse understood and smiled to comfort her: "Two people were sent in tonight after a car accident, a man and a woman. This one is a girl, her name is Li Chuchu."

After the nurse finished speaking, she and her colleagues pushed the bed away.

Sang Ran understood instantly that the car accident was not an accident, and Li Chuchu was also there, which meant that she might have had an argument with Pei Jingping.

"Sang Ran? Why are you here?" A familiar male voice sounded.

Sang Ran quickly turned around and saw Pei Jingping walking out from a room next door.

She didn't have time to think too much, but just rushed forward instinctively and hugged the person, fearing that everything in front of her was just her imagination.

"Hiss...Wife, it hurts." Pei Jingping looked at the person who was crying and trembling in his arms. Although he felt distressed, he also felt warm.

Sang Ran cared about him more than he thought.

Sang Ran quickly took a half step back and carefully checked the injuries on the man's body.

His head was wrapped in gauze and his face was covered with a white patch. The clothes he wore in the afternoon were covered in many scratches, and bloody wounds could be vaguely seen.

"Where are you hurt?" Sang Ran asked, "Why didn't you tell me? Do you know that if something happens to you, I..."

"You?" Pei Jingping raised his eyebrows, "Wife, if I died, would you be very sad?"

Sang Ran quickly covered his lips: "Pfft, pfft, you will be fine."

She saw that the man didn't look panicked at all, but she herself was at a loss, which made her even angrier.

"I'm ignoring you!" She sniffed and turned her face away.

Pei Jingping reached out and gently wiped Sang Ran's face, helping her wipe away the tears: "Blame me, I delayed your flight."

The tenderness in his pupils was like poison, and Sang Ran's anger instantly subsided by half.

"I'm not going to France." She said, "There's nothing bad about China. I have you and my parents here. I can't bear to leave you."

There was still moisture on Sang Ran's eyelashes, like the eyes of a deer, with pupils clearly black and white, revealing clear sincerity.

Pei Jingping was a little surprised: "Have you...thought it through?"

"I've made up my mind." Sang Ran said to him solemnly, "Pei Jingping, I love you, more than I thought, and I don't want to be separated from you."

The man looked at her, his heartbeat beating against his eardrums, and the next second, he held her in his arms.

"Okay...we won't separate."

"Dad, I want a hug too." Sang Ning looked up at the two people hugging each other.

Pei Jingping winked at her: "Wait a minute, Daddy wants to hug Mom first."

Sang Ning: “…”

While accompanying Pei Jingping to treat the remaining wounds, Yao Ya and the others also rushed over after hearing the news.

Everyone sat together, and Sang Ran finally had time to ask him what happened tonight.

Pei Jingping briefly explained what had happened.

Yao Ya was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth. "Damn it! This person must take someone else with him to die. Where is she? If I don't beat her up today, I won't be named Yao!"

As she said this, she was about to stand up and look for Li Chuchu.

Sang Ran gently pulled the corner of her clothes: "She is dead."

"..."

It was hard to describe the feeling, and everyone fell silent.

All the past grudges and hatreds seemed to disappear instantly with the word "dead".

Out of respect and regret for life, no one can say anything unpleasant.

Everyone has their own measure to decide whether Li Chuchu deserves to be hated.

The one who was feeling the most complicated at this moment should be Sang Ran. She was afraid that if Li Chuchu had been more severe, Pei Jingping would have suffered the same fate.

But I also feel sad. The person who loved and hated me just died like that. There was no joy from revenge, but instead a sense of confusion and futility.

After returning to China after five years, she originally thought it was just a simple change of living environment, but many things happened that were beyond her imagination.

Her former family was shattered. Her parents, who had lived together for more than 20 years, divorced, and she sent her father to prison herself.

Li Chuchu, who wanted to kill each other as soon as they met, was just pushed away from her sight so quietly.

The death of Mrs. Sang became a secret that no one would tell.

But her departure became a fact.

During this period, Sang Ran gained a lot and also lost a lot.

If it happened again, she was not sure whether she would choose to board the flight back home, or whether she would knock on the Sang family's door again.

But things have developed to this point, and all we can do is move forward.

She also learned to cherish, look directly into her own heart, and cherish the people in front of her.

Don’t worry about his mental journey, don’t think about future changes, just cherish the present.

The corridor became increasingly quiet late at night, with everyone's breathing sounds intertwined.

"Yao Ya, among the people I knew before, only you and Yan Qi are still with me." Sang Ran said with emotion.

The people around her changed almost time and time again, only Yao Ya and Yan Qi were always there.

Pei Jingping coughed twice: "What about me?"

"I'm talking about the people from the past who have been with me since I was a child." Sang Ran retorted.

Pei Jingping, who had never argued with her, was rarely unconvinced: "I have been with you all the way."

Sang Ran frowned: "Why do you bring this up again...By the way, Pei Jingping, please explain your circle of friends to me. I'm very curious."

Pei Jingping looked away guiltily: "I'll tell you slowly later."

The three people nearby watched them flirting and were fed with dog food. They all said, "It's too shameful to watch."

Yao Ya took the opportunity to say, "I wonder if you two are going to settle down? When are you going to hold the wedding banquet? Sang Ran, you promised me to sit at the main table."

"Well..." Sang Ran thought for a moment, "Don't worry about it."

Pei Jingping looked as if he knew it.

But this time Sang Ran was not trying to evade him. She was thinking, how should she propose to Pei Jingping solemnly?

In life, it is important to give and take. We can't always let him take the initiative.