Just Getting Married《結婚而已》

Chapter 31

31 - Because I will try my best to make our marriage what he and I want.

The community is completely silent late at night.

Even the street lights had been turned off long ago, and the buildings were completely dark. Only a few scattered rooms still had lights on.

Cheng Li leaned in his arms and heard a thumping sound in her daze.

Across the chest, it was still deafening.

It's his heartbeat.

Rong Qi just carried her all the way to the car. He was supposed to put her in the back seat so that she could lie down and be more comfortable.

But Rong Qi was really worried about driving alone.

Finally, he placed her in the passenger seat and folded the passenger seat back.

When he walked around from the front of the car to the driver's seat and got in, he saw the person in the passenger seat curled up in pain and wearing fluffy pajamas, like a docile short-haired cat.

Rong Qi drove the car and went straight to the hospital.

Cars whizzed by on the streets of Shanghai late at night. The streets were rarely empty, leaving only the lingering sounds of exhaust fumes and the roar of motors.

Soon, the car phone rang.

It was assistant He Zhuoyuan who called.

Rong Qi connected, and He Zhuoyuan's voice echoed in the carriage: "Mr. Rong, I have contacted the hospital, and the doctor is waiting in the emergency room. Are you okay?"

He Zhuoyuan was awakened by Rong Qi's call in the middle of the night.

Was startled.

He is Rong Qi's special assistant. He is basically responsible for Rong Qi's personal affairs and arranges all the big and small issues around Rong Qi.

But Rong Qi is not the kind of boss who can't tell working hours and calls people around the clock at any time.

In his memory, there were only two such late-night phone calls recently.

Once, Mr. Rong's grandma was sick and he was out of town, so he called him and asked him to come over and take care of it.

Another time, right now.

I also called him to contact the hospital.

He Zhuoyuan subconsciously thought there was something wrong with Mr. Rong's grandma.

Until a very thin and soft voice shouted with a slight sob: "It hurts."

Cheng Li turned over in the passenger seat in pain.

If the place was spacious enough, she would like to roll around.

She was not wearing socks, and the white plush slippers that were originally on her feet had now fallen off. Her white toes were stepping on the edge of the passenger seat, and the black leather seat reflected her stretched toes.

Rong Qi held the steering wheel with one hand, stretched out his other hand, and grabbed her palm: "Be good, we'll be at the hospital soon."

He Zhuoyuan hadn't hung up the phone yet.

This sound of "goodbye" made my scalp numb.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have encountered something terrible.

"It hurts too much," Cheng Li swore that she was not a squeamish person, but now she felt that her abdomen was numb with pain, as if someone had mixed up her large and small intestines with their hands and tied them in a bow.