Chapter 97 Fu Shenyuan's appearance disturbed them
Jiang Ranxing's gaze lingered for a moment until Wen Qingrang removed his hand from her forehead, at which point she came back to her senses.
Jiang Ranxing felt a little uncomfortable and wasn't used to being touched so closely by a member of the opposite sex.
Because, in her past, the only man she had been intimate with was Fu Shenyuan, but Fu Shenyuan had never cared about her like this.
Therefore, Wen Qingrang's contact naturally made her feel unfamiliar and somewhat uncomfortable.
However, since Wen Qingrang was always gentle and refined, and naturally had a kind of affinity, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
"It seems like the fever has subsided, thank you... hiss..."
When Jiang Ranxing thanked him, she nodded subconsciously, but accidentally pressed on the injured area on the back of her head, and the pain made her gasp.
Wen Qingrang's eyebrows curved slightly. He reached out and gently lifted Jiang Ranxing's head, adjusted the position of the pillow, and then laid her down on the pillow to prevent her from touching the wound again.
"Don't move around, be careful of your wound."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ranxing dared not move again and thanked him once more.
Wen Qingrang sat down on the chair next to the hospital bed, resting one hand on his head, his demeanor dignified and refined, and turned his head to look at Jiang Ranxing.
Jiang Ranxing felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and asked in a low voice, "Is there something on my face?"
Wen Qingrang shook his head: "No."
"That……"
Wen Qingrang smiled and said, "I just observed that you are actually very beautiful. Even after you were injured, you were still a beautiful woman in distress."
During the time Jiang Ranxing was unconscious, Wen Qingrang had nothing to do but sit by and observe him.
Naturally, Jiang Ranxing's appearance was all seen by him.
Jiang Ranxing has a beautiful and elegant appearance, bright and dignified, gentle and graceful.
When she was asleep, she sank into the soft mattress, as if boneless, with her long, soft black hair falling quietly beside her, adding a sense of desolation.
Faced with Wen Qingrang's straightforward praise, Jiang Ranxing's cheeks flushed slightly.
Everyone feels a little embarrassed when they receive praise.
Jiang Ranxing opened her pale, sickly cherry-like mouth and said, "Thank you for your compliment."
Wen Qingrang responded to her with a smile.
There was a knock on the ward door, and the doctor and nurses came in, breaking the atmosphere in the ward. They began to examine Jiang Ranxing.
Jiang Ranxing quietly cooperated with the questioning and examination.
The doctor nodded: "The wound is healing at a normal pace. Take your medication as prescribed. As for the concussion caused by the strong impact, be careful when you get home. Avoid strenuous physical activity and have regular check-ups."
Jiang Ranxing nodded and listened quietly. Finally, she thanked the doctor, and the ward returned to silence, leaving only her and Wen Qingrang.
Jiang Ranxing had already sat up and was leaning against the headboard.
She glanced at Wen Qingrang and said, "Thank you for taking care of me. I don't know how I can repay you."
In her mind, since she had accepted help, she should naturally repay it; she couldn't owe someone a favor for no reason.
Wen Qingrang remained noncommittal.
"You should rest first and not think about so much."
Jiang Ranxing smiled slightly, then seemed to remember something and said, "My phone probably isn't here. Could you please call my sister to the hospital again? Once she's here, you won't have to bother anymore."
This is the second time Jiang Ranxing has asked Wen Qingrang for help.
After she fainted at the banquet last time, she woke up in the hospital and asked Wen Qing to help call Mia over.
This time, while she was in the hospital, Wen Qingrang was by her side again.
Jiang Ranxing forced a smile and smiled twice.
However, this time Wen Qingrang did not call Mia as he had done before.
He remained seated on the sofa by the window, his tone calm yet tinged with a hint of a smile.
"Don't bother your sister, I'm already here, leave it to me."
Jiang Ranxing said somewhat embarrassedly, "This is too much trouble for you."
Wen Qingrang shook his head: "It's not a problem. Maybe it's fate that we're here. Every time you're weak in the hospital, I'm by your side."
Jiang Ranxing's eyes flickered slightly: "It really is."
Whenever she was at her most vulnerable and helpless, especially when she was injured, the man by her side was Wen Qingrang.
The encounter between people is truly an inexplicable fate.
Looking at her soft and obedient appearance, Wen Qingrang felt a slight tremor in his heart. He couldn't explain it, but he knew that he was happy to be here with Jiang Ranxing.
"You must be hungry after lying here for so long. What would you like to eat?" Wen Qingrang asked.
Just then, Jiang Ranxing's stomach growled loudly, indicating that he was hungry.
She felt somewhat embarrassed, but she also had to consider her health. As for accepting Wen Qingrang's kindness, she would find a way to go back later. It was better not to fight with her body for now.
"Soup, something light, please," Jiang Ranxing said casually.
"Okay, don't be shy." Wen Qingrang nodded, took out his phone, and went to the living room on the other side of the ward to make a call.
Jiang Ranxing sat on the hospital bed and could vaguely hear Wen Qingrang making a phone call on the other end.
When Wen Qingrang gave the person opposite her instructions regarding diet, it was mostly out of consideration for her, a patient lying in a hospital bed.
Wen Qingrang was concerned about her.
Jiang Ranxing sighed softly, feeling rather uncomfortable.
She wasn't in the mood to delve into the details of Wen Qingrang's kindness towards her, but she still wanted to repay him.
When Wen Qingrang hung up the phone and returned to her bedside in the inner room, Jiang Ranxing slightly raised her head.
She said softly, "Mr. Wen, you've taken such good care of me, I really don't know how to repay you, I..."
Wen Qingrang interrupted her.
"Don't say that. It's not like you forced me. It was my own choice."
Jiang Ranxing stared intently at him.
Wen Qingrang then said, "How about I say I want to be friends with you?"
Jiang Ranxing was a little confused as to why Wen Qingrang would want to be friends with her.
However, Wen Qingrang didn't say anything more, but just went along with what Jiang Ranxing said.
"If you feel guilty, then design an outfit for me to repay me. I know your design work is very famous in college, so you can't refuse this time."
Wen Qingrang's words were both gentle and pleasant to hear.
Jiang Ranxing smiled and nodded. This was fine. As long as she was neither at a loss nor indebted, she had nothing to worry about.
Wen Qingrang smiled as well: "Then we can be friends, right, Ranxing? May I call you that?"
Jiang Ranxing thought about it and it didn't seem like there was anything wrong with it, so she nodded again.
Then she asked, "Why do you want to be friends with me?"
"It's probably... fate. I'm always there for you when you're hurt. God made me your friend so that I can be there for you when you're helpless."
After hearing his explanation, Jiang Ranxing lowered her head and smiled, "I didn't expect you to be able to say such witty things."
“Yes,” Wen Qingrang smiled along with her, “There are many things you don’t know yet, we’ll learn about them slowly in the future.”
They both smiled gently.
Perhaps she could try to open her heart and connect with people who genuinely want to befriend and connect with her.
In this way, the emotional wounds will gradually heal on their own.
Previously, Jiang Ranxing always focused all her attention on Fu Shenyuan, and no one else was on her mind.
She no longer even makes ordinary friends.
Thinking about it this way, she realized that she had wasted far too much time and energy on the wrong person during the six years of her marriage.
Now, she really does need to gradually recreate a life centered around herself.
Making friends with Wen Qingrang could be considered a small step.
She should have her own friends and other relationships.
Just as the two were enjoying a harmonious moment, the door to the ward was pushed open, letting in a chilly gust of wind.
Fu Shenyuan walked in, still carrying a chill. He entered the ward, breaking the warm atmosphere.
What are you doing?
Upon hearing this voice, Jiang Ranxing's eyes turned cold.
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