Song Ci calmly analyzed the current situation and realized very clearly how dangerous her and Song Fei's current situation was.
Song Ci couldn't help but laugh at himself.
Think about how stupid she was in her previous life!
In her previous life, Song Ci also stayed in the ward like she does now, listening to Mu Mian comforting Mu Qiu. After hearing Mu Mian's words, she even foolishly joined in comforting Mu Qiu, reassuring her not to worry and telling her that her father would do everything he could to save her.
She was right. Mu Mian would indeed try every possible means to save Mu Qiu, but the price would be her sister's life.
To save Mu Qiu's life, the hospital closely monitored the news from the organ donation bank. Mu Mian, on the other hand, worked while worrying about his daughter's condition. His smile faded and he became increasingly gloomy.
Song Ci knew that as Mu Qiu's health deteriorated, Mu Mian would eventually lose his patience. When that happened, Mu Mian would reach out to Song Fei. She had to get Song Fei out of the sanatorium as soon as possible.
But how to get Song Fei away from the sanatorium without anyone noticing and without arousing Mu Mian's suspicion is also a difficult problem.
Song Ci pondered for half the night and finally made a bold and rash decision!
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One o'clock in the morning.
Yan Jiang sat in the game room playing games, a sheet mask on his face. Like Song Ci, Yan Jiang was also a night owl, relying on his good looks to stay up late without restraint.
Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
Hearing the doorbell ring, Yan Jiang became a little alert.
Could it be another sasaeng fan?
He took out his phone, opened the surveillance app, and saw a woman in a black hooded sweatshirt standing at his door.
It was obvious that he was a stalker fan, and Yan Jiang was even planning to call the police.
Song Ci knew Yan Jiang was still awake, and also knew he might be watching outside the house through the surveillance camera. Song Ci put down her hat, raised her head, and stared at the monitor quietly, so that Yan Jiang could see her face clearly.
"Song Song?"
Yan Jiang looked at the girl in the surveillance video, frowned, and gave up calling the police.
He took off his mask, threw away the game remote, and got up to open the door.
Opening the door, Yan Jiang leaned against the door frame, his arms folded across his chest, staring at Song Ci in confusion. Song Ci looked up at Yan Jiang, and without further ado, stated his purpose directly: "I need you, do me a favor."
Yan Jiang opened his thin lips and said politely, "I won't do murder or arson, and I won't do burning, murder, or robbery."
Song Ci: "Save a life, will you do it?"
Yan Jiang pursed his lips.
He looked at Song Ci deeply, then took a step back and said, "Come in."
Song Ci followed Yan Jiang inside.
Yan Jiang poured Song Ci a glass of warm water.
Song Ci curled up cross-legged on the sofa in Yan Jiang's house. She took the water and took a sip.
Yan Jiang sat on the carpet, with nowhere to put his long legs, so he had to cross them. Yan Jiang did not ask Song Ci what she wanted him to do, but waited patiently for her to speak.
After a while, Song Ci changed her sitting posture. She slid down from the sofa, without slippers, and sat cross-legged on the carpet with bare feet. Song Ci leaned over and stared closely into Yan Jiang's eyes, asking him, "Can I trust you?"
Yan Jiang narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
"Tsk." Yan Jiang leaned back lazily on the single sofa behind him. His firm chest was exposed under his bathrobe, and his beauty was so alluring that it was impossible to control oneself.
But Song Ci and Yan Jiang are so familiar with each other that no matter how beautiful Yan Jiang is, Song Ci can remain calm.
Yan Jiang said slowly: "You can leave your life to me."
Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief.
She covered her face with her hands, rubbed them fiercely, and then said, "A week ago, I had an incredible dream."
The opening remarks were somewhat special. Yan Jiang looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He did not ask her what she dreamed about, but showed an expression of patient listening.
Song Ci narrated the story: "I dreamt that Mu Qiu fainted from a heart attack at a classmate's birthday party. After being admitted to the hospital, he couldn't wait for a suitable heart transplant, so he cut his wrists in despair and committed suicide. However, the doctors resuscitated him."
Yan Jiang's expression became strange.
So Song Song had a dream that predicted the future?
Song Ci continued, "I also dreamed that on the 12th of next month, the nursing home where my sister lived would catch fire and burn her alive. On the same day, Mu Qiu would undergo a heart transplant."
I don’t know which word in this sentence touched Yan Jiang’s heart. His lips moved and his eyes were a little dazed.
Song Ci: "I also dreamed that two years later, I followed Mu Mian's arrangement and married Cheng Ziang, the second young master of the Chuandong Group. One month after the marriage, he abused me. Our marriage lasted for six years and ended with me stabbing him in the small intestine."
"I dreamed that when I was 20, Mu Mian tricked me into signing an organ donation agreement. When I was 32, Mu Qiu's heart condition deteriorated again, and he began rejecting the organ, necessitating a new heart transplant. To save Mu Qiu, Mu Mian knocked me unconscious, put me in a car, and plunged both me and the car into the Yulongyuan River. Although I was found in time and taken to the hospital, I didn't survive."
"After I die, my heart will belong to Mu Qiu."
Before he knew it, Song Ci's eyes had turned red.
Yan Jiang's brows were twisted into a river shape, and his eyes became deep as he looked at Song Ci.
Song Ci took a deep breath, swallowing all the grievances and fears, and then spoke in a trembling voice: "I thought it was really just a nightmare. It wasn't until Mu Qiu suffered a heart attack and was admitted to the hospital the night before last that the doctor told us that Mu Qiu needed a heart transplant as soon as possible. Only then did I dare to be sure that it was not a dream."
Song Ci couldn't hold back her tears, and she suddenly grasped Yan Jiang's hand. Like a flooded river refugee finally embracing a towering tree, Song Ci held Yan Jiang's arm with all her might.
Yan Jiang felt pain, but did not push her away.
"Ah Jiang, Mu Qiu has panda blood, and the doctor determined that she only has three or four months to live. My sister and I both have panda blood. Now Mu Mian is searching the world for a suitable heart for her. If he can't find one, he will take Song Fei's heart!"
"In order to cover up the fact that Song Fei's heart was dug out, Mu Mian will set a fire and burn down the sanatorium!"
"I can't just watch my only sister get killed! I don't know who to ask for help, Ajiang..." Song Ci's face turned pale, she bit her lip and cried desperately, "You are the only one I can turn to."
Yan Jiang initially suspected that Song Ci's nightmares and delusions were caused by stress and mental disorder. However, after being stared at by Song Ci with those piercing eyes and hearing her desperate words that she was the only one left, Yan Jiang finally felt sympathy.
Yan Jiang grabbed the glass of water that Song Ci hadn't finished and drank it all. "That's ridiculous..."
Seeing Yan Jiang's disbelief, Song Ci's tear-stained face revealed a sad smile. "You don't believe it, do you?"
"This is really unbelievable." Yan Jiang said, "You have to convince me."
He can go crazy with her, but she has to give him a good enough reason to go crazy with her.
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