Chapter 125 Please, Love Me
Jiang Yimian's mind went blank for a moment, and she forcefully shook him off.
Bo Jinzhou braced himself with one hand on the ground, trying to steady himself. His vision became increasingly blurry, and his head throbbed with pain. He wanted to grab her again, but after stretching out his hand for a long time, he couldn't grasp anything.
Jiang Yimian exclaimed, "You like me? How could you possibly like me? If you liked me, why were you so heartless as to abandon me?"
Bo Jinzhou: "I thought about taking you with me, but it's far more dangerous abroad than in China. I can't guarantee I'll survive abroad, let alone take you into an even more dangerous situation."
Jiang Yimian's chin trembled, and her eyes welled up with tears. She could accept that he didn't like her, and she could accept that he would abandon her.
But she couldn't accept that Bo Jinzhou liked her, yet he kept something from her, leaving her to suffer like a fool in China.
To let her suffer those harms without her even knowing it.
He could have told her that even if they couldn't go abroad together, at least it would have given her something to look forward to, something to keep her going.
At least you won't be so passively provoked, to the point of being physically and mentally exhausted.
Jiang Yimian seemed to have reached her limit and could no longer hold back her tears.
She reached out and wiped it away, her voice trembling, "Bo Jinzhou, we have a lot of conflicts, let's just leave it at that."
She turned to leave, but Bo Jinzhou reached out and grabbed her hem. "Don't go."
"Mianmian...I, I will make it up to you, I will make it up to you, okay?"
Jiang Yimian slowly pulled the clothes back, watching his violently heaving back and his lowered head.
"Bo Jinzhou, it's no use now, I don't love you anymore."
He raised his head, kneeling on both knees, his white shirt and black trousers soaked through. He looked up at her with sorrow, kneeling forward to grasp her hand. "We can start over."
"Don't go... I beg you..."
"Please, love me..."
"Love me one more time..."
His voice was hoarse to the extreme, a humble plea. Pain weighed him down like a taut bow; any further pressure and he would snap.
Jiang Yimian was in a state of utter confusion, and she also noticed that his wound was bleeding.
She looked at the Bentley, and Song Zhou was standing in front of it.
Jiang Yimian: "Bo Jinzhou, let's stop here. I'm serious."
She forcefully pulled her hand back and took several steps back. Just as she was about to leave, Bo Jinzhou said forcefully, "Will you only forgive me if I die?"
Jiang Yimian shook her head, "You won't die."
How could someone as ambitious as him be willing to die?
Besides, he had just regained control of the Bo family business; he couldn't possibly be willing to die like this.
Meeting his stubborn and obsessive gaze, she gritted her teeth and said harshly, "If you want to die, then go ahead and die. Maybe if you experience the despair I felt back then, I might forgive you."
Something in Bo Jinzhou's eyes gradually faded away until it turned to ashes.
Her figure was blurred by the rain, leaving her slender body completely invisible.
He was plunged into darkness, and knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. His suppressed voice was diluted by the rain and could not be heard at all.
Song Zhou ran over with an umbrella, only to watch helplessly as Bo Jinzhou collapsed in the rain.
*
Song Zhou took Bo Jinzhou to the hospital. Doctors and the hospital director were waiting at the hospital entrance after receiving the news. He was laid face down on the hospital bed, and doctors and nurses pushed the bed quickly toward the operating room.
He was soaking wet, his face was as white as paper, and his lips were still moving as if he were saying something.
The doctor asked for a signature, but Pei's family was all in the United States, and Song Zhou didn't dare to call Jiang Yimian.
Signatures can only be made on behalf of others.
After being washed by rain for so long, Bo Jinzhou's wound has started to fester. It was already leaving a small scar, but now that the flesh has healed, the scar may look very ugly.
After coming out of the operating room, he developed a high fever again. Song Zhou was busy taking care of him and had no choice but to call Grandma Pei.
Upon learning that Bo Jinzhou had relapsed and was hospitalized, he was so anxious that he immediately arranged for a private plane to return to China.
Jiang Yimian slept fitfully, but the constant thunder and rain outside the window disturbed her sleep.
She woke up at 11 a.m.
Her eyes were sore and heavy, her head was dizzy, and her throat was dry and sore. She realized she had caught a cold. She rummaged through her medicine cabinet and suddenly remembered that she hadn't bought any of those things for the family.
She coughed lightly and reached for her phone. Tan Yusu had sent her several messages, but Tan Yusu was being bothered by her blind date and hadn't come over immediately.
Jiang Yimian replied to her message: 【I just woke up, let's set the time for 2 PM.】
Jiang Yimian was about to order takeout when the doorbell rang; it was Wang Ma again.
Wang Ma looked unwell, her face haggard and tinged with sadness. Seeing her weak expression, she hurriedly asked, "Mianmian, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just didn't sleep well. Aunt Wang, you don't need to come anymore. I'll hire another housekeeper to cook for you."
Wang Ma hesitated for a moment, then could only nod.
Jiang Yimian couldn't bear to see Wang Ma so distraught at her age, so she hugged her and said, "Thank you, Wang Ma."
Even though her relationship with Bo Jinzhou had become so ugly, she wouldn't have a single complaint against her.
She is a very open-minded and warm elder.
Wang Ma left after putting down the food, but Jiang Yimian, who didn't have much of an appetite, still managed to eat a little.
After catching a cold, she didn't have much of an appetite. She took a sip of rose honey milk and suddenly became lost in thought.
She didn't like drinking milk when she was little because she thought it was tasteless and unpleasant to drink; she preferred flavored milk.
But flavored milk contains additives and is not as nutritious as regular milk. Jiang Hua tried everything to get her to drink more milk.
Finally, Bo Jinzhou added fresh rose honey to the milk, and Jiang Yimian began to love drinking milk from then on.
She wiped the milk off her lips and poured the milk away.
Some things you have to let go of.
Song Zhou stayed in the ward all night, and went to sleep for a while when the caregiver came in the morning.
After finishing their meal and returning to the ward, Bo Jinzhou was still unconscious, his fever hadn't subsided, and he kept muttering to himself. Song Zhou couldn't bear it any longer, so he called Jiang Yimian.
When the other end didn't answer, Song Zhou called again, and his eyes lit up when the call connected.
"Mrs."
Jiang Yimian corrected: "Miss Jiang."
Song Zhou could only say, "Miss Jiang, Mr. Bo has a persistent high fever and keeps calling your name. Could you come and see him?"
Jiang Yimian had long anticipated that Bo Jinzhou would go to the hospital, and remained calm, saying, "I'm not a doctor, so it wouldn't make a difference if I went."
Song Zhou: "But President Bo will feel much better when he sees you."
“I know you’ve always resented President Bo, but he also had his reasons. He’s always thought of you all those years, but he was suppressed by Bo Qingshan and couldn’t return to China.”
Jiang Yimian interrupted him, "I know."
"Assistant Song, I don't know if you've ever been in a relationship, but the most taboo thing in a relationship is deception and concealment."
"His concealment indirectly caused me harm. My love for him has long been exhausted, do you understand?"
Song Zhou immediately deflated, "But this can't be entirely blamed on President Bo... Can't we give him another chance?"
Whether or not she gets this opportunity depends on whether she wants it or not.
Jiang Yimian didn't say anything and hung up the phone directly.
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