The store manager and Zhu Chuyi accompanied Chen He into the ambulance. In the car, she looked as if she had lost her parents.
If something were to happen to the hostess of Song Garden at their wedding salon, their entire brand would probably disappear from the fashion world...
*
When Chen He woke up, it was pitch black outside the window.
Shen He was a little surprised to find himself lying on the bed in the VIP suite of Fu'an Hospital.
Man is made of iron and rice is made of steel, so you should not be too tired.
Hearing Song Jingcheng talking on the phone in the living room outside, Shen He tried to call out, "Jingcheng?"
The noise outside was silent for a moment.
Chen He heard Song Jingcheng say to the person on the other end of the phone: "Your sister is awake. I'll call you back later."
Song Jingcheng walked into the bedroom holding his cell phone.
"Who were you talking to on the phone just now? Sri? Jinyan? Or Hanwen?" She had so many younger brothers that she mentioned several names in a row.
"It's Jinyan. He knew you were in a coma and in the hospital, so he called to inquire about your situation."
Nodding, Shen He asked Song Jingcheng again: "Am I sick?"
She has been feeling mentally exhausted these past few days.
"Are you suffering from a cold?"
Song Jingcheng came to the bedside, crossed his arms, lowered his eyes and looked at Chen He silently, his eyes strange and unpredictable.
That look made Chen He feel uneasy.
Shen He felt uneasy.
Thinking of the incident that happened in the bridal shop that afternoon, Chen He hesitated and said, "Am I mentally abnormal? I drank sugar tea today. It was obviously sweet, but it tasted slightly bitter to me."
"I didn't dare to say anything at the time because I was afraid of scaring the bridal shop manager."
After saying that, Shen He saw that Song Jingcheng was silent and still looking at her with that complicated look, and the fear in her heart was magnified.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Can my grandma cure me?"
With Su Jin around, Chen He would never feel too desperate.
Song Jingcheng shook his head, his tone strange: "Our grandma really can't cure this disease."
"Ah?" Chen He was struck by lightning.
"Do I have some incurable terminal illness? Is it in the late stages? Even my grandma can't cure it?"
In an instant, Shen He was even unsure about how to write a suicide note, how to divide the marital property, and how to arrange for his grandmother's later years...
She started planning for all these issues.
Since death is inevitable, the living relatives must be settled.
It just dragged down Song Jingcheng.
Chen He looked up at Song Jingcheng sadly, her eyes gradually becoming misty.
"Why are you crying?" Song Jingcheng was surprised.
He stretched out his right hand, trying to wipe away Shen He's tears.
Chen He stretched out his hands tremblingly and grasped his broad right hand with all his strength.
"Jingcheng." Chen He called softly, and Song Jingcheng's heart trembled when he heard it.
He said nothing and dared not move.
"I'm sorry. I'm going to make you a widower."
"But I'm a selfish person." Chen He said with tears in her eyes, "After I die, can you please not marry a new wife?"
Song Jingcheng: "..."
Seeing Song Jingcheng's dazed expression, Shen He felt a pang of pain in her heart.
"Why? Do you think I'm unreasonable? Inconsiderate?"
"Song Jingcheng, I'm not even dead yet, and you're already starting to dislike my domineering nature?"
Song Jingcheng was at a loss for words. He said, "Miaomiao, don't overthink it. This isn't as outrageous as you think. Listen to me, you just..."
Chen He interrupted Song Jingcheng and said reluctantly, "Okay! After I die, I will allow you to marry again, isn't that enough?"
Hearing this, Song Jingcheng's eyes darkened. He gritted his teeth, his tone filled with anger and helplessness, "...You allow me to marry another woman?"
"Yes, I allow you to marry again."
Chen He was crying as she negotiated with Song Jingcheng: "Can you also stay a widow for me for three to five years? When my flesh and blood have rotted and grass and flowers have grown on my grave, you can marry someone new..."
"If you marry someone new after I die, I will die with regrets."
Song Jingcheng was so angry that he laughed, "You're still alive, and you're already telling me how to escape?"
He gritted his teeth and asked Chen He: "Then why don't you pick a new lover for me from among the rich daughters of Qing City while you are still alive and in good spirits?"
Shen He was suffocated by the pain.
She wiped her tears carelessly and cried, "Song Jingcheng, you bastard!"
"I was being polite to you, pretending to be understanding, but you still got ahead of me!"
"You still want to choose a wife from the daughters of the rich families in Qing City?"
"I'm telling you, even if I had a terminal illness and was dying, I would spread rumors all over the world before I died..."
"They said you, Song Jingcheng, are impotent, so I couldn't conceive after trying for months! Because you're so thin and small, and your period is so short!"
"I also want to tell everyone that you, Song Jingcheng, are unlucky in marriage. Anyone who marries you will have to..."
The word "death" didn't even have a chance to come out of Chen He's mouth, and Song Jingcheng lowered his head and kissed her fierce red lips fiercely.
Shen He came back to her senses and hugged Song Jingcheng's head tightly.
She wanted to cherish every remaining intimacy as if it were the last time.
When he let go, Chen He suddenly said, "Come on! Do it!"
"While I'm still alive, let's do it fiercely. I'm going to drain you dry before I die and turn you into an impotent man..."
"You can't do that." Song Jingcheng took a soft wet tissue from the bedside table and gently wiped Chen He's face.
After Shen He fainted, she went straight to the hospital, and the makeup on her face was already mottled.
When she cried, the liquid eyeliner and foundation mixed with her tears formed a rich color palette.
Shen He sobbed and asked, "Why can't we do it?"
Song Jingcheng threw away the dirty wet tissue, took out a new one, and continued to remove her makeup.
He coaxed Shen He in a gentle voice: "Wait a little longer, we can do it after the first three months of the dangerous period."
"...Danger period?" Chen He hesitated. "Can my illness be treated with surgery? But I need to rest for three months after the surgery?"
Song Jingcheng was silent for a moment before he said, "They say pregnancy makes a woman stupid for three years. I've only just gotten pregnant, and I'm already stupid."
Pregnant!
Shen He suddenly fell silent.
She thought carefully about the conversation just now and realized that Song Jingcheng had never told her that she had a terminal illness.
He just said that grandma couldn't cure her illness.
She is pregnant.
She has to give birth to this child.
Of course grandma couldn’t help her cure her illness!
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