What kind of reaction could a poor woman, kept in the dark, possibly have?
"She was completely fooled by you. Her eyes showed no disbelief in what I said. She thought you would never stoop to such a thing and that I was talking nonsense."
Jingmin: "Oh, that's all?"
Whether it was his imagination or not, Jiang Xu could detect a hint of pleasure in his cold voice.
"there is none left,"
After speaking, Jiang Xu, her face pale with despair, closed her eyes and awaited the final countdown of her life.
However, what awaited them was...
A sudden phone ring followed by Jingmin's heavy footsteps as he walked out.
And that cold, lifeless blessing.
"Congratulations on surviving!"
"Good fortune is coming!"
Jing Min received a call from the doctor saying that Chu Wuyang had woken up, but was refusing to let anyone approach.
When Jingmin rushed to the ward, everyone was gathered at the door, all looking hesitant, and no one dared to step inside.
The doctor looked embarrassed and troubled.
“We need to give the patient a full examination, but she is extremely emotionally unstable and strongly resistant. We really have no other choice.”
Upon hearing this, Jing Min frowned, his expression becoming serious.
He slowly reached out and gently opened the door, and a pillow was thrown over with a "whoosh".
Chu Wuyang's eyes were bloodshot, filled with fear and anger, and she shouted:
"Get out! I told you, no one is to touch me!"
Jingmin's eyes softened.
He gently approached the bedside, and Jing Wei knelt down, bringing her gaze to Chu Ping's level, before slowly pulling back the covers.
Chu Wuyang's body trembled slightly, and she became even more resistant.
Jingmin opened his arms and, without a word, pulled the person tightly into his embrace.
He gently patted Chu Wuyang's back, as if to tell her:
"With me here,"
Chu Wuyang struggled in his arms for a moment, but Jing Min didn't let go; instead, he held her even tighter.
“It’s me, baby,”
"It's me, don't be afraid, there's no one else here."
Jingmin's voice was deep and magnetic, yet at this moment it was filled with endless tenderness and patience.
Chu Wuyang was still immersed in fear, crying incessantly, tears streaming down her face like beads from a broken string.
Jingmin carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and gently kissed her, trying to offer her more comfort.
But she dodged it in an instant.
He didn't seem to mind and said softly, "It's okay, baby, it's me..."
He patiently repeated himself over and over, his tone as gentle as a breeze, every word filled with love and comfort.
"He did not succeed, do not be afraid."
He soothed her patiently, like he was comforting a child, his eyes full of doting affection.
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