Pampering Handbook of Rich Flowers

Chapter 181 The Extraordinary Jiang Erye and His Sharp Heart (34)

Jiang Zhuo kissed her face hard on the other side again, this time neither left nor right were left out, it was symmetrical, and he was satisfied.

"If you are willing, then we are in love with each other, and we are harmonious and beautiful. If you are not willing, you have to say that I am forcing it, that's fine." He straightened his clothes and wanted to pull Shen Ci'en to get up.

"I have worked so hard to find you. If I don't try to do whatever I want, I will look down on myself."

Shen Ci'en didn't move, he looked at the person in front of him coldly, his voice was emotionless.

"What if I make up my mind that I would rather die here than go with you?"

Jiang Zhuo paused, turned around and stared at her coldly for a while, as if trying to judge whether what she said was true or not.

A moment later, he hooked his lips suddenly and smiled brightly, his sharp eyes and the broken diamond in his left ear gleamed coldly in the night.

"Stop making trouble, Miss Shen, unless you want me to tie you to the yard and let all your neighbors, including that little painter, watch how I play with you."

His tone was very gentle, but Shen Ci'en's body suddenly froze, and he looked up at the person in front of him in disbelief, trembling with anger.

"Jiang Zhuo, why didn't I realize that you are such a jerk."

Jiang Zhuohun raised his eyebrows and smiled indifferently, and while reaching out to her, there was a threat hidden in his eyes: "Aren't you leaving? Miss Shen, you know, if I dare to say it, I can do it."

Shen Ci'en ignored his hands, stood up tremblingly, and started to walk forward. The moment he was about to pass by Jiang Zhuo, his hands lazily wrapped around her waist.

"Isn't that enough?" Sensing Shen Ci'en's body trembling, he kissed her side of the face reassuringly: "Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, I won't bully you, I can't bear it."

Shen Ci'en had been working hard to suppress the pain in his heart, and at this moment he finally felt that the pain had reached its peak.

At the last moment of her consciousness, she sneered back at him as if relieved.

"Jiang Zhuo, greedy people will get nothing in the end."

……

Opening his eyes again, what he saw was an extremely familiar face. Shen Ci'en was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that he was in a dream.

"Doctor Song?"

When her former attending doctor saw that she had finally woken up, a look of joy finally appeared on his tired face.

"Miss, you finally survived! This is really great!"

Shen Ci'en heard that the information in his words was wrong, looked around at the surrounding environment, and asked softly.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

Dr. Song said: "For three days, for three full days, I have been relying on giving you nutrient solution to continue my life. Mr. Jiang is going crazy."

Shen Ci'en frowned when he heard the name that he didn't want to hear.

"Mr. Jiang? Jiang Zhuo? Does he know about my condition?"

Her tone was very urgent, based on what she knew about Jiang Zhuo now, once she let him know, she...

"Miss, you have already entered the emergency room. I don't think I can hide this illness."

Dr. Song almost took care of Shen Ci'en as his daughter since she was a child. She has a certain special feeling for her, and her tone is generous and contains reproach.

"Didn't I tell you that you are not suitable for strenuous exercise in this condition? Why didn't you listen to my advice and even concealed your illness from Mr. Jiang? A nurse stopped me and almost smashed my department."

In this way, it proves that Jiang Zhuo not only knew about her illness, but since she was angry, she should also understand why she deliberately concealed this matter from him.

Shen Ci'en suddenly felt a secret pleasure of revenge.

Didn't he want her, didn't he like the feeling of controlling her destiny, didn't he try his best to get her into his hands.

Look, in front of the gate of hell, his eyes were red with anxiety, but there was nothing he could do.

The fate of her Shen Ci'en, forever and ever, is in her own hands.

No one should try to dictate her life.

With this in mind, she spoke briskly: "How long can I live?"

On the way to escape from the port city, she knew that pink hair was strange, so she dyed it back to black, and straightened the big waves into smooth shawl hair.

At this time, she was sitting on the bed wearing a hospital gown, her cheeks were thin, and she looked extremely small. Dr. Song looked at her like his own daughter.

"Conservatively, you still have a month to live."

Shen Ci'en smiled slightly, but Dr. Song said again: "Fortunately, Mr. Jiang has found a suitable heart source for you. You can take care of it for a few days, and you can have an operation immediately after you take care of your body. After replacing this heart, you fully recovered.”

Shen Ci'en's complexion changed suddenly, and his brows were furrowed: "A suitable heart source? Isn't this thing very rare, why is it so easy for Jiang Zhuo to find it?"

Dr. Song hesitated to speak, and in the end he didn't say much, he just stroked Shen Ci'en's hair: "Miss, your task is to take care of yourself, just take care of your body, don't worry about the rest."

Shen Ci'en's eyes were cold, and he asked indifferently: "What if I say I refuse the operation?"

"why?"

Outside the ward, a man's trembling voice suddenly came.

Shen Ci'en looked over coldly, and suddenly seeing the image of that person, she paused, then raised her eyebrows and smiled coquettishly.

"Long time no see, Second Master Jiang, you have changed your style of dressing. Instead of being a noble young master, you have changed to be a sharp brother? You are so chic."

Jiang Zhuo in front of her was still wearing the same clothes she had seen him in the small town, after a few days, there were already wrinkles.

His eyes were red with lack of rest and haggard, with two thick dark circles under his eyes, and some stubble on his jaw that he hadn't cleaned up in time. He really looked like a homeless man, extremely embarrassed.

Doctor Song looked at Jiang Zhuo, then at Shen Ci'en, sighed, and walked out of the ward, leaving space for the two of them.

Jiang Zhuo walked towards Shen Ci'en, ignored her sarcasm, touched her face, and questioned her with dry eyes.

"Shen Ci'en, why are you so cruel? It's fine if you are cruel to me, why don't you even let yourself go?"

Shen Ci'en raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly, holding his hand and putting it on his body.

"Jiang Zhuo, I don't know how to perform surgery. No one can force me to do this. So it is conservatively estimated that I can live for a month. If you want to do anything to me, hurry up and do it, or wait until I am gone. It's too late for you to regret it."

Jiang Zhuo hastily withdrew his hand, looked at her for a while with embarrassment, and uttered a word in a deep voice.

"You think I'm doing it for this?"

Shen Ci'en sneered and asked him back: "Otherwise? If it weren't for your hard work day and night, I wouldn't be here today, and I wouldn't need to go to the emergency room so early, would I?"

Jiang Zhuo was silent for a while, lowered his head, and said softly.

"I do not know."

He looked pained, at this moment, he only wished that he could travel back to the past and wake up the reckless self with a slap.

"Shen Ci'en, I didn't know you were sick, otherwise I wouldn't have treated you that way."

(End of this chapter)