Chapter 97 Playing Dead to Force Her to Admit Her Identity
Their skin touched, and Kong Wange's cheeks grew hotter: "Murong Ting, behave yourself."
After being yelled at, Murong Ting really stopped moving, but he looked a little aggrieved: "Yan Yan, you're mean to me."
Kong Wange couldn't help but burst out laughing: "I was just being mean to you, because you don't remember things."
Murong Ting fell silent again.
Kong Wange felt a long-lost peace in his arms.
"Murong Ting, it would be so nice if you were this cute every day."
She didn't have to endure his cold stares or hear his hurtful words; he just leaned on her pitifully, trusting her completely.
Just like six years ago.
Beside him, Murong Ting pursed his lips and said gently, "Yan Yan, I will be good to you..."
Kong Wange smiled, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile.
She knew that a man's dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.
He's just having a dream right now. Once he wakes up, he'll definitely go back to playing the rogue. He won't remember who Wen Yan is anymore.
When she was driven to the countryside by the Kong family, she thought of severing ties with the Kong family and always took her mother's surname, calling herself Wenyan.
After the man pulled up his pants and left without saying goodbye, she had clearly sent him a letter by express mail. The letter contained their keepsakes, detailed her true identity, their engagement, and said she would wait for him for a week. The letter also included her photo.
Her medical skills were superb. Based on her treatment, she deduced that the man's eyes would be completely healed by the time he received the letter, and once he read it, he would understand who she was.
Unfortunately, the package was marked as delivered, but a week later, she still hadn't received his pickup. She then understood what the man meant.
Heartbroken and disillusioned, she faked her death and left Peony Residence, vowing to sever all ties with him.
Unexpectedly, she later became pregnant and still couldn't escape this arranged marriage...
As the man's body heat continued to radiate, Kong Wange's thoughts drifted further and further away.
A wave of exhaustion washed over her, and she unconsciously closed her eyes in his arms…
Murong Ting was awakened by the cold.
Opening my eyes, all I could see was a bonfire that was almost completely burned out.
He was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously tried to get up, but when he moved, he realized that he was holding the person in his arms.
He froze, slowly lowered his head, and saw the petite woman curled up completely in his arms, her brows furrowed with unease, and her eyes open.
The two looked at each other, both feeling somewhat awkward. Kong Wange blushed slightly and quickly sat up.
Murong Ting's ears also felt a little hot. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the strange feeling in his heart, and changed the subject: "What time is it now?"
Kong Wange glanced at the sky and said, "It's almost dawn."
Remembering something, she reached out and touched the man's forehead.
Murong Ting instinctively flinched, but when the woman's soft hand touched his forehead, he inexplicably felt quite comfortable.
Kong Wange withdrew her hand, relieved: "Thank goodness, the fever has subsided. How are you feeling now?"
The woman moved her hand away, and Murong Ting felt a sudden pang of disappointment. His voice was hoarse as he thought for a moment before saying, "I still feel unwell."
Hearing him say that, Kong Wange was stunned.
He added a few more firewood, making the fire burn brighter, then turned around and took the man's wrist, carefully examining his body.
"Am I failing?" Murong Ting suddenly asked before she could speak.
Kong Wan paused, then raised her eyebrows slightly: "What nonsense are you talking about? As long as the fever goes down and the wound isn't infected, everything will be fine."
Murong Ting forced a weak smile and said, "But I really feel terrible."
Kong Wange was puzzled and grasped his hand: "Are you hungry?"
Murong Ting said self-deprecatingly, "You don't need to make excuses to comfort me. I know my own body best, Kong Wange..."
He looked at her and said slowly, "It seems I won't make it through tonight. After I'm gone, scatter my ashes in the sea. I don't need many people to come and pay their respects. You'll have to raise Xiao Chen from now on. It's just a pity he's so young and doesn't have a father. Also, my bank card PIN is..."
Kong Wange looked on expectantly, but Murong Ting suddenly stopped talking and instead spat out a mouthful of blood.
As the saying goes, concern can cloud judgment. Kong Wange had initially doubted whether the man was faking it, but upon seeing the blood, she could no longer hold back. For the first time in her life, she began to doubt her own medical skills.
"Murong Ting, don't scare me! Tell me what's wrong!"
Murong Ting's face paled even more, his eyes half-closed, and he weakly grasped her hand, saying, "You don't need to waste your energy. I apologize for any offense I may have caused you before. I only hope that after I leave, you can help me fulfill one unfulfilled wish and help me find Chanyi..."
As he said this, he suddenly loosened his grip on Kong Wange's hand, tilted his head to the side, and his eyelids began to close.
"Murong Ting!" Kong Wange stepped forward, grabbed his collar, slapped his cheek, and looked at him with red eyes and burning gaze: "Wake up, don't sleep, haven't you been looking for Chanyi?"
She took a deep breath and said, word by word, "I am Chanyi. Open your eyes and look! I am Chanyi! Did you hear me?"
"Stop taking pictures, my face hurts."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp glint suddenly flashed in Murong Ting's tightly closed eyes, and he sneered, "You've finally admitted it."
“Admit what…” Kong Wange was stunned at first, then realized what he meant and let go of him.
Her eyes were red with disbelief: "You're lying to me?"
Murong Ting was thrown back to the ground, looking up at the sky: "How else can I hear you admit your identity?"
Hearing him say that, Kong Wange's sadness and breakdown instantly turned into anger, and she wished she could punch him.
However, in the end she did nothing. She just glared at him resentfully, and after a while she got up, turned around and left.
As she walked, tears streamed down her face.
Over the years, she thought she had given up on this man, but in that instant, she realized that her heart had never changed.
She was afraid he would die.
She was never afraid when he forgot her, but at that moment, she was afraid.
Murong Ting lay by the fire, wanting to get up and go see her, but he was in so much pain all over his body that he had no strength at all.
Hearing the woman crying not far away, he belatedly felt a pang of guilt.
"Kong Wange," he called her.
Kong Wange had no intention of responding at all.
Murong Ting heard no response. He gritted his teeth and tried to get up from the ground, but his arms went weak and he fell straight back onto the dry grass.
Hearing the sound, Kong Wange felt a pang of anxiety and turned to look.
Tears still clung to her face; she looked utterly pitiful.
Murong Ting forced a smile, trying to ease the tension, and said, "Although I won't die, I'm really in so much pain right now that I have no strength left. Chanyi is beautiful and kind-hearted, she shouldn't abandon her patient, right?"
She stared at Murong Ting, feeling that he was even more detestable than before. He used to be just a scumbag, but now he was both bad and a scumbag.
“You’ve run so far, aren’t you cold? Come here, there’s a fire here,” Murong Ting continued.
Kong Wange hesitated for a moment, then returned to the fire and sat down, but ignored him.
Murong Ting tossed her his trench coat: "It's quite cold, you can wear it."
“No need,” Kong Wange snorted coldly. “Young Master Ting is almost done for tonight. With this trench coat covering him, he can leave with some dignity.”
Murong Ting: "..."
They still hold a grudge.
Kong Wange added branches to the fire, and the flames sizzled.
The two of them, one lying down and the other sitting, remained silent for a moment.
Murong Ting looked at the woman by the firelight and realized that she wasn't actually in much better condition than himself.
Her hair was loose and haphazardly draped over her shoulders.
He was only wearing a thin shirt, and his body and face were covered in dust, which was washed away by tears, making him look even more disheveled.
"Are you injured?" he suddenly asked.
Kong Wange was slightly taken aback, then said with a straight face, "It's just a minor scratch, it won't kill you, so I won't accompany you on your journey."
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