Beijing's Princeling Is Alluring! She Flash-Married

When Gu Youran was seventeen, she met Han Jingchen and fell in love at first sight. She knew him for eight years and loved him for eight years.

Han Jingchen had a car accident and was confine...

Chapter 384 Si Wenjie Proposes

The two turned around and saw Shi Heng hugging Gu Youran standing not far away.

"Sister, I didn't expect you to be so secretive in love before?" Shi Heng joked with a wicked smile.

Shi Yining's ears turned red with embarrassment, and she quickly changed the subject, "Why are you here?"

Shi Heng shook his phone and a text message appeared on the screen:

[Tonight at 9 o'clock, on the playground of our alma mater, witness the moment. ]

"We're here to be spectators."

Shi Heng took a few steps closer and looked at Si Wenjie meaningfully, "I heard someone is proposing tonight?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "proposal".

"Want to marry my sister? You have to get past me first."

"Come on." Si Wenjie hugged Shi Yining calmly.

"What does she hate eating the most?"

"Eggplant, especially the braised one, is said to taste like mud." Si Wenjie answered immediately.

"What animal are you most afraid of?"

"Spider," he chuckled, "every time I see it, it jumps on me. Last time in the lab..."

"Stop!" Shi Yining interrupted with a red face, "Are you checking the household registration?"

Shi Heng continued with a wicked smile, "Then where was the first time I kissed you?"

"The third row of the laboratory in Area B," Si Wenjie said with a gentle look, "She kissed me secretly and then pretended nothing happened and continued to write the report."

"Yo~" Shi Heng and Gu Youran cheered at the same time.

"Did you record it?" Shi Heng turned and asked Gu Youran, "This part must be played at the wedding."

Gu Youran waved her phone, "Don't worry, even Sister Yining's ears, red as blood, were captured clearly!"

Shi Yining was so embarrassed that she buried her face in Si Wenjie's shoulder, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Shi Heng looked at his sister's blushing face and was about to continue teasing her.

Si Wenjie suddenly took out a yellowed drawing from his pocket.

"This is..." Shi Yining's fingers trembled slightly as he took the pencil sketch.

On the paper was a design for a pair of rings wrapped with ginkgo leaves, and her childish signature was in the lower right corner.

"I drew this wedding ring secretly the year you took the college entrance exam," Si Wenjie said, his fingertips tracing the fine glue marks along the edge of the drawing. "I tore it up and glued it back together, hiding it on the last page of my sketchbook."

Shi Heng interrupted, "I found it when I was sorting out old things. Sister, you were the top student in the province and entered medical school, just for..."

"Shi Heng!" Shi Yining interrupted hurriedly, the tips of his ears red.

Si Wenjie chuckled, "For what? For me, a medical student destined to inherit the family pharmaceutical company?"

He unfolded the blueprint, "But your favorite thing is jewelry design."

Shi Yining turned away: "I...I think studying medicine is more meaningful."

"You lied," Si Wenjie opened the velvet box and took out the women's ring. "You gave up your chance to be admitted to the School of Design and applied to the Medical School instead, just because I casually said 'I want to wear a white coat with you.'"

The ring slipped onto her ring finger, and the inner ring was engraved with:

[I have never felt lovesickness in my life, but now I feel lovesickness and suffer from it]

It was the poem she had written in the corner of her sketchbook.

"Now, you can wear it openly." Si Wenjie's kiss fell on the ring, burning her fingertips so much that they trembled.

When Yining picked up the men's ring, he saw the words engraved on the inner ring:

[My body is like floating clouds, my heart is like flying catkins, and my breath is like a gossamer thread]

Tears finally fell.

This was the second half of the sentence that she secretly wrote on Si Wenjie's textbook.

"I specially found a master craftsman," Si Wenjie held her hand, "even the handwriting is exactly the same as yours back then."

Shi Heng had already retreated three steps away without knowing when, but the camera was still pointed at them, "If you want to cry, then do it now. This angle has the best lighting."

“Crack—”

Press the shutter button, and their clasped hands in the photo look very much like the youth that was torn apart and pieced together back then.

But, at this moment.

"You guys! What are you doing here so late at night?!"

A strong light suddenly shone over, and the uncle in the security uniform rushed over aggressively, but stopped abruptly when he saw Si Wenjie's face clearly.

"...Dean Si?"

Si Wenjie turned around and nodded slightly, "Uncle Zhang, long time no see."

The security guard's eyes widened, and he flicked the flashlight, shining it towards Shi Yining again. "Isn't this Xiao Ning? You..."

Shi Heng interrupted with a smile, "My sister is getting proposed to. Would you like to witness it?"

The security guard was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly slapped his thigh, "Ouch! I was wondering why he looked so familiar!"

He excitedly pulled out his phone and said, "Wait! I'll call Lao Li and the others over right now. You two were the golden boy and girl of our school back then..."

Shi Yining: “…”

Si Wenjie: “…”

Five minutes later, several old teachers and security guards who had rushed over after hearing the news gathered in a circle and expressed their feelings in unison.

"I told you these two kids will make it!"

"That year, Shi Yining always went to the laboratory, and Si Wenjie pretended not to see it..."

"Oh, young people are so romantic when proposing nowadays..."

Shi Yining's ears turned red and he wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

Si Wenjie chuckled softly and suddenly picked her up sideways.

"Let's go." He nodded to everyone, "Everyone, please have a drink at the wedding."

At the same time.

Renault stood at the door of the intensive care unit, his fingers clenching and unclenching unconsciously.

He never imagined that one day he would be afraid to walk into a room.

"The patient's vital signs are currently stable, but he hasn't regained consciousness yet." The attending doctor reminded in a low voice, "You have one hour to visit. Do not stimulate the patient."

Renault nodded stiffly, put on protective clothing, and walked into the ward.

I saw various tubes connected to Lina's body.

She lay quietly, her chest wrapped in thick bandages, her once bright red lips now bloodless.

Renault had seen this woman at her most flamboyant.

Her long hair fluttered while she was skydiving, she smiled while racing, and she even dared to raise her chin provocatively when facing a gun.

But I've never seen her so... vulnerable.

Renault said softly, "Didn't you say you were going to teach me bungee jumping? What's the point of lying here?"

Lina on the hospital bed showed no response, only the ripples on the monitor proved that she was still alive.

Renault reached out his hand, but stopped abruptly just as he was about to touch her cheek.

His fingertips trembled slightly in the air, and finally just gently brushed her hair scattered on the pillow.

Renault's eyes fell on Lina's bandaged chest.

The bullet was only 2 mm away from the heart.

If it weren't for Gu Youran's surgery...

He suddenly growled, "Who told you to rush into the sea of ​​fire? Don't you trust me?!"

The monitor suddenly issued a rapid alarm.

"The patient's blood pressure is high!" The nurse rushed in.

Renault froze in place, watching Lina's eyes moving rapidly under her tightly closed eyelids, her lips trembling slightly.

Is she... dreaming?

"Le...No..." A voice so weak that it was almost inaudible came from under the oxygen mask.

Renault's heart skipped a beat.

He leaned closer, "I'm here."

Lina's brows were furrowed, as if she was struggling in a nightmare. "Hurry... run..."

A tear rolled down the corner of her eye.

Renault reached out and caught the tear as if possessed by a demon.

The warm liquid burned in his palm, hurting more than any wound.