As long as we can close this deal, we won’t have to worry about the previous small losses.
As for Yang Man...
Jiang Xiangrong's eyes were gloomy, and he hoped that she would not be too much like her mother.
The night was dim and the room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.
Jiang Ying was already fast asleep. Even in her sleep, she did not move around and maintained a good sleeping posture.
The breathing sounds in the room became heavier. Beside Jiang Ying, Jiang Xiangrong seemed to be trapped in a nightmare and couldn't extricate himself. His eyes moved left and right, and the cold sweat on his forehead condensed into beads of sweat and sank into his hair.
"Don't...don't come over..."
In the dream, Jiang Xiangrong was running in the hospital corridor, with a hospital bed behind him being pushed by an invisible force.
The corridor amplified the sound of rollers, like the horn of death.
He ran as hard as he could, but in his dream his legs seemed to be filled with lead, running slower and slower until they were completely stiff.
He turned his head in panic. On the hospital bed, the white cloth that was originally covering the corpse had disappeared at some point. He seemed to see Yang Tianjiao's bulging belly rising and falling.
The bed slid across the floor, the sound of the rollers disappeared, replaced by a harsh friction sound.
The distance was getting closer and closer, and his breathing was becoming more and more difficult. "Don't come over, don't come over..."
The moment the bed stopped, the woman on it suddenly jumped up...
“…”
"Husband? What's wrong with you? Wake up."
When Jiang Xiangrong opened his eyes, he had not yet recovered from the horrific situation and was breathing heavily.
After a long time, his eyes slowly focused, and Jiang Ying's face came into view. She asked worriedly, "Hubby, are you having a nightmare?"
Realizing it was a dream, Jiang Xiangrong breathed a sigh of relief. He held his forehead and felt the coldness of his hand.
"It's okay, I just dreamed about some dirty things."
Jiang Ying understood in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She said gently, "It's okay. Dreams and reality are opposites. Too many things happened today, and you are under too much pressure."
"Yeah, it's just a dream, nothing much, go to sleep first."
Although he said it lightly, Jiang Xiangrong himself did not dare to sleep anymore. He propped up his pillow against the head of the bed and spent the whole night in a half-asleep and half-awake state.
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