How can you say I don't care about you?
"I ran around doing all that, and this is how I ended up—"
"Shang Yechu disappointed Ji Juntao..."
Although his words were more beautiful, more earnest, more tender, and more sincere and moving, Ji Juntao was indeed saying similar things and doing similar things as Ji Ya.
Ji Juntao was simply smarter and more meticulous than Ji Ya. If the person standing here at this moment were truly the twenty-year-old Shang Yechu, she would already be serving Ji Juntao like a slave, even unto death. After all, Shang Yechu was a Chinese, and one of the oldest virtues of the Chinese is, "If you treat me as a national treasure, I will repay you as a national treasure!"
They even share the same last name.
It was as if fate had played a cruel joke. Shang Yechu had escaped the shadow of the Ji family, only to find herself stumbling into their clutches!
Has she really been reborn? Has Shang Yechu's life truly changed?
The moment she realized this after so long, a cruel twist of fate caused Shang Yechu's vision to go black, a wave of dizziness washing over her, making it hard to breathe and almost causing her to lose her balance.
"What's wrong with you?" Ji Juntao was taken aback. She hadn't figured out how to answer Shang Yechu yet. What was wrong with him?
Ji Juntao reached out to help Shang Yechu. The instant her hand touched Shang Yechu's exposed skin, Shang Yechu pushed her away and stumbled to the side!
"Wow!"
Shang Yechu vomited.
The contents of his stomach had been replaced, and Shang Yechu was unable to vomit anything, only some acidic fluid.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Ji Juntao asked, half worried and half angry. "Is it really that big of a deal? I just touched you!"
Shang Yechu kept her head down and didn't speak. Her ponytail, tied up, fell down her cheeks, obscuring her expression.
Ji Juntao felt inexplicably wronged, and even wondered if he hadn't masked the smell of alcohol on himself: "Did you get food poisoning from your takeout? If you don't say something, I'm calling 120!"
"No need."
Shang Yechu finally spoke.
Ji Juntao was startled when she spoke. Her voice had become hoarse, like a broken gong, within just a few minutes, as if a handful of salt had just been mixed in.
Shang Yechu straightened up and wiped her mouth. Her face was pale, and her forehead was covered in sweat.
Ji Juntao was genuinely scared now: "I told you you needed to see a doctor about your gastrointestinal problems! Wait here, I'll have the driver pick you up."
"No." Shang Yechu wiped the sweat from her brow with her sleeve and said wearily, "Just stand there and don't move."
Ji Juntao had no chance of listening to Shang Yechu and still picked up his phone to dial. Shang Yechu coldly said, "If you dare call a doctor, I'll tell the doctor I have epilepsy and can't film for a year."
"..." Ji Juntao put down his phone and said angrily, "What are you doing!"
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