Their Intriguing Marriage

"What did you say?" Lan Qing's temple suddenly beat violently, and his reason told him not to believe he Jiawen's words. He has always been a freak with different thinking from ordinary people.

But in his heart, there was always a strong uneasiness, just like Voldemort was awakened in his heart, pestering every inch of his nerves, making him unable to breathe.

He Jiawen saw his face with a little shocked indifference, sneered for no reason, and slowly said: "Lan Shao, nobody knows that Lan Jiu is actually my half brother, but you know what, I would rather have nothing to do with you! For a man like you will have retribution sooner or later

"You know what? Shen Xingchen cut off his wrist for you, and now he is still lying in the hospital. He doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. OK, you can continue to stay in the villa and be the top president, as long as you are at ease! " With that, he turned and strode out the door.

This passage is echoing in Lan Qing's mind. Shen Xingchen... She committed suicide? His head was buzzing, and he felt like a mess. His beautiful thin lips were becoming pale and trembling.

He quickly caught up with he Jiawen's pace, grabbed him and asked in a deep voice, "which hospital is she in now?"

He Jiawen turned around and raised the corner of his mouth calmly. The smile looked a bit strange, like Satan's smile. He said softly, "what? Conscience awakened? But don't you think it's too late? The doctor said that her survival consciousness is very weak, and she is still in a deep coma. What's the point of going there? "

"Take me quickly!" Lan Qing pulled up his collar and said fiercely.

In the intensive care unit of the hospital, Shen Xingchen is lying on the bed surrounded by a group of instruments. Her face looks so quiet, and her mouth is still with a shallow radian, just like the girl five years ago, so pure that she seems to have nothing on her mind.

Her slender wrist looked almost transparent in the moonlight, wrapped in thick white gauze. It's like it's dead.

Her whole person looks so unreal, only the gentle curve on the heartbeat recorder shows that she still has a trace of life.

The ward is so quiet, only the sound of oxygen machine and heartbeat monitor.

Lan Qing stood by her bed and looked at her in silence. His long eyelashes were drooping and his dark eyes were full of emotion. All these things, all these days, made him exhausted.

He is too tired.

"Why are you suffering? Shen Xingchen, you are so stupid. "

In the past five years, she has been working very hard. Every day, she is trying her best to please Lan Qing and Mrs. LAN. Now she is as quiet as a child, which makes him feel a little sad.

Maybe she doesn't know that Lan Qing is standing by her side at the moment, just looking at herself quietly for a long time. If she knows, then he will feel that the blood left is worth it.

"What do you think... Will it do to me? You silly woman, you just hurt yourself. You know that I don't love you. What harm can you do to me? "

"Wake up, I tell you, even if you really die today, I will not have the slightest sense of guilt!"

Lan Qing's hand clenched tightly to his side, his voice trembled imperceptibly, and he opened his mouth coldly without any emotion.

He Jiawen clenched his collar and said in a low voice, "are you human? Lan Qing? Are you still human? Don't you see she's dying? You're still talking about this. I shouldn't have let you! Do you have to watch the second woman die for you to find a poor sense of existence? "

At this time, the curve on the heartbeat recorder fluctuates abruptly. They turn their heads and see Shen Xingchen's eyelashes shake a few times. A drop of crystal liquid seeps out from the corner of her eye, like a small diamond, and is embedded in the end of her eye.

The air in the ward is full of the smell of disinfectant, and there is a chill that invades the heart and spleen everywhere. It's so empty that people want to squat down and shrink into a ball.

They look at Shen Xingchen at the same time. She slowly opens her eyes and looks at the ceiling of the ward without focus. Her eyes look so empty.

The tear finally ran down her cheek, leaving a mark on her pale little face.

It seems that I really experienced a death. After I went to the gate of death, I opened my eyes again. Everything seemed so unreal.

"Am I dead? It turns out that death is such a feeling... But why... Am I still alone? " She murmured, her lips pale and dry, as if in a dream.

He Jiawen quickly let go of Lan Qing's hand and rushed to her bedside. He said softly, "Shen Xingchen, it's me. You're not dead. Look, I've brought Lan Qing to you." There was a trace of joy in his cold voice.

But she gently turned her head to the other side, and slowly closed her eyes again. The crystal tears kept oozing from the corner of her eyes. She said powerlessly: "why do you want to save me?" Why don't you let me die? Why don't you let me go... "

Her eyelashes, like the wings of a frightened bird, kept shaking, and every part of her body seemed to begin to wake up gradually. From time to time, the intense and numb pain reminded her that she was still alive, like whistling again to pull her back into the abyss of pain.

"A Xing..." Lan Qing calmly walked to her bedside, and for the first time did not call out her full name coldly.

She quietly turned her head and looked at him. After a moment of meditation, she said slowly, "it's not worth doing this for me at all."

It was just a short sentence, but it made Shen Xingchen's chest fluctuate violently. A sad smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth, saying: "it's my own business whether it's worth it or not. I just want to end with the past. Thank you for coming today, but I don't want to see you any more. "

She turned her head to one side and stopped looking at the face that she had been obsessing with for five years. She thought that it was time, since she was not dead, to let herself go.

He took a deep breath and said, "well, I hope you don't do stupid things again."

Turning around, his eyes lightly swept he Jiawen, whispered: "take good care of her." Then slowly toward the door of the ward, like a silent farewell.

"Why save me? Who do you think you are? How can you decide for me whether I want to die or live? "