Of course I won't die that easily.

In my hazy memory, I was put into an ambulance. The doctor lifted my eyelids, shone a flashlight into my eyes, and asked me if I could see his hand.

The nurse wiped my face with a white gauze, which quickly became stained with bright red blood.

Then there was the hospital, with lots of white coats, a pungent smell of disinfectant, and a messy atmosphere all around.

They drew my blood, took me for a CT scan, and later I saw Luo Luo, Mu Ye, Ji Yan, and Song Sinan...

Luo Luo lay down beside my bed, repeatedly asking me, "Do you feel like throwing up?"

Song Sinan seemed to be on the phone with his doctor friend; he had a furrowed brow and looked very serious.

Later, I saw Uncle Tai and my dad.

"Where is Fu Yanshen? Qiao Qiao was in a car accident, why hasn't he come to see her?"

Dad was furious, his face was dark, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

He is—

Uncle Tai answered him, but I don't remember what he said.

"Mom, where's Fu Yanshen?"

In the hospital room, after sorting out my memories, I asked my mother.

She sat in the sofa chair in the VIP ward, seemingly dozing. She was wearing a beige CHANEL suit, her hair was up, and she was adorned with jewels, exuding elegance.

The housekeeper was standing next to her on the sofa.

Hearing my voice, Mom opened her eyes.

Her face clearly fell. "Fu Yanshen is with his sister. You even had a concussion, and several hours have passed, but he hasn't shown up at all. He's been staying with his sister the whole time."

"What the hell!"

"Mom said angrily."

"Mom, Shi Xia was hit by a car?" I frowned and asked quickly.

I clearly dodged her, and the car crashed into the tree. Could she have been seriously injured?

I nervously clenched my fists.

"You didn't bump into her, but I heard she fell down, which made Fu Yanshen very nervous. He stayed there watching over her and invited a bunch of experts. He made a mountain out of a molehill."

Hearing my mother's words, I felt both relieved and ironic.

Shi Xia just fell down, and Fu Yanshen got so worried. I lost my brakes and crashed into a tree, barely escaping death. Five or six hours have passed, and he still hasn't come to see me once.

I am even more convinced that in my past life, he knew that I had died along with my unborn child without batting an eye.

It felt like my heart had been stabbed; the pain was excruciating.

In an instant, I cursed myself inwardly. I've already been reborn, yet I'm still hurt by my past life. I'm so narrow-minded and pathetic.

When my mother saw that I hadn't said anything, she waved her hand in front of me, and that brought me back to my senses.

"Qiaoqiao, what exactly is his relationship with that girl?"

My mother stared at me with her phoenix eyes, which were lined with eyeliner, her serious tone tinged with suspicion.

Sure enough, a woman's intuition is sharp.

She could tell that Fu Yanshen's feelings for Shi Xia were unusual.

“She’s my childhood sweetheart from the orphanage; he treats her like a younger sister,” I said casually, regaining my composure.

My mother looked at me with a "Really?" expression.

I saw that it was already 11 p.m., and my mother, who was used to being pampered, was reluctant to leave me in the ward. I persuaded her to go back home after much pleading.

Only the housekeeper stayed with me.

I heard that I was knocked unconscious by the deployed airbag and that I'm at risk of concussion.

He had a cut on his forehead and his nose bled a lot. Fortunately, he was not disfigured, all his internal organs were intact, and there were no fractures. However, he couldn't move his right arm, and there was a large bruise from his elbow to his wrist.

My entire arm hurts terribly whenever I move it.

"The son-in-law has arrived."

I had just closed my eyes when my aunt's voice came through.

What is he here for?

I opened my eyes, and Fu Yanshen had already walked over, bringing with him a faint smell of tobacco.

He was wearing suit trousers, a white shirt, and a waistcoat. His suit jacket and tie were nowhere to be seen, and the top few buttons of his shirt collar were undone.

They looked travel-worn and exhausted.

Shi Xia tripped and fell, which kept him very busy.

How are you feeling now?

He pulled up a chair, sat down on the edge of the bed, crossed his long legs, and looked me over.

His tone was flat, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"I'm perfectly fine, go away, don't disturb my rest."

I replied coldly.

As soon as the sound ended, I closed my eyes and tried to turn my back to him, but as soon as I moved, my arm started to hurt; it was swollen and painful.

I gritted my teeth and endured it.

"Shi Xia said that you hit her with your car."

Just as I was about to turn around, Fu Yanshen spoke again.

His words jolted me awake, and I opened my eyes.

Shi Xia said I hit her with my car?

My mind was still blank. After carefully considering the sentence, my brain finally processed it.

Shi Xia actually said I hit her with my car? Are you kidding me?

I sat up abruptly, feeling no pain at all, only a surge of anger.

"I don't!"

I glared at Fu Yanshen, who sat on the edge of the bed with his long legs crossed, expressionless and looking superior, and retorted loudly.

He stared at me intently, without saying a word.

He didn't seem to believe me.

"I hit her with my car, why didn't I kill her? I'm the one who got hit!" I continued to argue.

"She said she dodged in time, and you bumped into her," Fu Yanshen said calmly.

Listening to his words, my mind went blank.

Shi Xia was distorting the truth again!

"She suddenly darted out and blocked my way. I stepped on the brakes, but they failed. To avoid hurting her, I turned the steering wheel!" I excitedly described what happened.

This is no small matter. If I really intended to hit her, wouldn't that be considered intentional murder?

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