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Yi raised his arm, blocking it with force, letting out a cold laugh as he deliberately taunted him: "You don't have the right to hit me now!"Rong Ling swung his fist again, but Lin Meng reacted in tim...Later, she still made the call, sneaking behind Lin Meng's back and giving Rong Ling a quick phone call. She roughly mentioned that Lin Meng had seemed off ever since meeting Jiang Chengfeng.

Upon arriving as quickly as possible, Rong Ling immediately put down his work to find Lin Meng already tucked in bed. Xiao Yi sat beside her, watching her with concern, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Xiao Yi came by himself. Lin Meng was originally supposed to go to his place tonight, but Jiang Chengfeng's appearance and conversation disrupted her entire plan, leaving her feeling dizzy and going straight home. On the way, because she was agitated and had been drinking, she felt a surge of heat, so she drove with the windows down, letting the wind blow through her hair as she returned. When she got back, she had a slight headache. When she called Xiao Yi to say she wouldn't be coming tonight, her voice also became hoarse and rough.

Xiao Yi's hearing was exceptional, and he immediately noticed the difference.

"Are you alright Are you sick!"

"No, just my throat feels a little scratchy. It's fine."

"Have you seen a doctor!"

"It's nothing, no need to see a doctor. I'll just lie down for a bit."

"You sound really tired!" It's no wonder Xiao Yi has such acute senses; even over the phone, she could tell what state she was in.

"It's okay, just go to sleep!"

He didn't ask any further questions, simply instructed her to get some rest and hung up the phone. But the next second, he immediately cleaned up and came over to see her. He felt that there was something wrong with her, and she couldn't explain it clearly over the phone. So, it was better for him to come in person. She was special, so he had to treat her this way.

He has always been tough, never lacking in physicality, and accustomed to violence. So now these two gunshot wounds on his body were nothing to him, hardly an impediment. When he arrived, he saw her surprise, and also saw that she was indeed in a bad state. Her eyes were swollen, as if she had cried very hard.

Seeing her face was a little flushed and her hair was tousled, he frowned naturally and reached out his hand.

"You say you're fine, but looking at you now, you don't seem fine at all!"

His hand, his forehead felt a bit warm, but not too hot.

She immediately explained. "I don't have a fever, I just checked with a thermometer and my temperature is normal."

Miaoqing cared for her just as much as Xiao Yi did. She had already done everything she could.

Xiao Yi then stopped, frowning and asking her.

What's going on!

When I saw her in the afternoon, she seemed to be in good spirits. However, she didn't stay for long and was later called away by a phone call. Could everything have stemmed from that phone call

"Who did you see that evening!"

She shook her head and said nothing.

Okay, he knows where to start looking!

"Have some anti-inflammatory medication, I think you've got a bit of a heat rash!"

"I've finished, I've finished everything!"

She hummed softly, curling up in the blankets, only her face peeking out. Her complexion had a faint blush, looking quite alluring, but there was also an undercurrent of sickness about it.

"I'm sorry, I made you come all this way!" She didn't expect that even in his current state, he would still come. Her heart was filled with emotion.

"What kind of nonsense are you talking!" he scolded her. Then, he started to coax her. "If you're tired, just sleep. I'll sit here for a while and wait for you to fall asleep before I leave!"

"I'm fine, you're still a patient, why are you sitting here with me Go back quickly!"

"Be good, listen to me, go to sleep!"

Although his tone was soft, his expression was resolute, revealing a firm determination that no one could sway.

She squinted her eyes, trying to fall asleep as he wished. But her mind was racing, thoughts swirling uncontrollably. So she couldn't sleep at all, and her head felt increasingly heavy and painful.

Just when things were in such a state, Rong Ling arrived. He glanced at Xiao Yi before focusing his gaze on Lin Meng. Seeing her with her eyes half-closed, as if asleep, he lowered his voice and asked Miao Qing, who had stood up and walked towards him upon his arrival.

"How are you!"

Miao Qing knew what he was asking and replied softly, "I took some anti-inflammatory medicine and lay down."

Lin Meng wasn't asleep at all. Hearing his voice, she opened her eyes. Rong Ling walked towards her. The closer he got, the tighter his brows furrowed. Finally, he sat down at the head of the bed, extended a large hand, and gently touched her cheek.

"What's going on!"

So haggard, it made him unhappy.

She shook her head and closed her eyes again.

He used his hand to gently sketch her face, a silent comfort. But in the end, she suddenly moved away, clutching the sheet and covering half of her face with it. His frown deepened again at her silent resistance.

"What's wrong!"

He asked again, but she remained huddled under the covers, silent. Her rapid breathing betrayed the turmoil of her emotions.

"Miao Qing, you go out. Xiao Yi --" Rong Ling looked at him. "I want to stay alone with my wife for a while, please go out first."

This tone was still polite, adding the words "trouble" indicated that Rong Ling didn't want to have a falling out with Xiao Yi right now. However, he deliberately emphasized the word "wife", warning Xiao Yi to be clear about his identity and not to have any inappropriate thoughts.

Xiao Yi got up. He wasn't someone who didn't know when to stop.

What happened!

He held her close against his chest, one arm supporting the back of her head like he was holding a child. The other hand continued to linger on her face, then furrowed in confusion as it felt the warmth radiating from her fingertips.

It's a little hot.

"It's nothing," she murmured, evasively. "I'm tired, I want to sleep."

But he was very stubborn and very confident in his own judgment. "Tell me, what happened!"

He gently nudged his forehead against hers, testing the waters. She flinched slightly and mumbled that she was fine before coming back to playfully push him away.

"Go away!"

He didn't move, and she spoke again.

"Li Lanqiu is not waiting for you, go now!"

He pushed him lightly with his hand.

He was displeased and directly stated his accusation. "Did Jiang Chengfeng say something to you Did he use Li Lanqiu to sow discord between us!"

"No." She replied too quickly, seeming a little agitated. Rong Ling was incredibly astute; seeing this, he immediately understood. Therefore, there was a hint of cold anger in his tone.

So, you listened to him and now look at you!

"I said, there's no such thing!"

She pushed him with all her might, but he held her tight, just as he had done countless times before.

She was already on edge, and this time she finally snapped, shouting at him directly.

"Can you please not be so domineering You always do whatever you want. I need you to let me go now, please release me!"

He narrowed his eyes dangerously. This little woman, she was getting out of hand!

No matter what nonsense Jiang Cheng said to you, forget it all. Besides, I'm not being domineering with you; I'm doing this because I am your husband!

She immediately bit her lip hard, only feeling the fire in her heart, stifled and intense, but for all that, she just couldn't vent it.

"You are tired!"

Saying that, he dragged her back down and lay down again.

"If you're tired, take a rest. Don't think about useless things, it's just wasting your brainpower!"

He knows what!

Worried, she clutched the blanket tightly. If things were as simple as he said, she wouldn't be in this state. Every time she thought of Xiao Lang, her head felt like it was about to explode. Could she persuade Jiang Chengfeng's family to give up revenge Could she After all, Xiao Lang had been saved by her with his life. How could she even face them! Could she say those words! But, could she stand idly by and watch Rong Ling and Jiang Chengfeng fight She wasn't ignorant of the current status of the Jiang family. If Rong Ling and Jiang Chengfeng fought, it would likely end in a disastrous outcome for both sides. This was not what she wanted to see at all.

Jiang Cheng letting her and Rong Ling break up cleanly, so he forgave Rong Ling. But could she do that! He didn't know at all what Rong Ling meant to her. If it were possible to cut off the ties, why would she return four years later!

Even if she is broken, Rong Ling will still fight Jiang Chengfeng. Because as long as the Jiang family doesn't let go of Rong Sanbo, then reaching this point is just a matter of time.

She can't, and won't break up with Rong Ling!

Now, what can she do!

Jiang Chengfeng trusted her, so he told her everything and asked her not to say anything. But Rong Ling was her husband, the person she loved. Could she not tell him After all, Jiang Chengfeng would have to deal with him! But could she just watch as Rong Ling turned against Jiang Chengfeng in the end! Could she betray the secret and let Jiang Chengfeng's revenge plan fall apart!

Impossible!

So, after much deliberation, this turned into a "roundabout" situation, a dead end. She felt trapped in a maze, unable to find an exit. Now, she was so agitated that she even wanted to bang her head against the wall.

"Be good, go to sleep," he coaxed her, treating her like a child again. He kicked off his shoes and lay down beside her, holding her with one arm through the blanket while gently patting her shoulder with the other, still coaxing her.

She was feeling agitated, and that agitation had turned into annoyance. Besides, some of what Jiang Chengfeng said wasn't without reason. This man was truly a scoundrel through and through. The fact that he left Li Lanqiu at home right now was just despicable.

"Go away, I don't want to see you!"

She turned over, her back to him.

He didn't speak, he still held her, and gently patted her again and again.

The more he acted indifferent and silent, the more agitated she became. If he truly cared for her, if he really valued her feelings, why wouldn't he directly ask Li Lanqiu to leave She didn't believe that Li Lanqiu would just die like that.

"Go on, go see your Li Lanqiu. I don't need you here."

He slapped her hand and stopped. He scolded her softly.

"You're overthinking again, go to sleep!"

"I wasn't overthinking," she mumbled, biting her lip before suddenly shooting a hand out from under the covers and slamming it down on the pillow.

"Rong Ling, you are such a nuisance!"

He kissed her and said nothing.

She shrieked, "I said, you're awful!"

She dislikes him right now, he's like a marshmallow. She feels childish and unreasonable in front of him.

He still kissed her, his long fingers slowly crawling over her hair and finally landing on her temple, gently massaging it, asking her something that was completely off-topic.

"Having a headache"

What is this!

She frowned.

"Shh, don't talk, I'll give you a massage!"

She was incredibly angry.

"You are simply the bane of my existence, Ah Wing—"

She was about to call Xiao Yi in to force Rong Ling away. She really didn't want to see him right now, but as soon as she opened her mouth, he covered it with his hand.

A forceful blow struck her, flipping her body over so she lay face up, back down. He flipped onto her, straddling her with a grim expression, his gaze fixed on her with dangerous intensity.

"Baby, you can get mad at me, but don't use other men to provoke me!"

She glared at him.

He released his grip, but quickly sealed her lips with his own. Soft as petals of a flower, they radiated heat now, an intoxicating sensation unlike any other. He parted those petals, delving into their heart, tasting the sweetness like honeyed nectar. It was warm there too, like a cozy chamber. Shifting angles, he pushed in fiercely, deeper and deeper, drawing her tongue until it tingled with numbness. But when he finally let go, he saw that she had cried. Two glistening tears traced paths down her cheeks, and new ones welled up in the depths of her still eyes, gathering slowly into pearl-like crystals before cascading down, following the tracks of the earlier tears.

His pupils constricted sharply, reflecting the two lines of tears as if they had flowed into his eyes.

Touching her lips, which were red and swollen with color, he asked gloomily.

"Why are you crying!"

Clearly, when he kissed her, she felt it too.

Tears continued to stream down her face as she choked back sobs.

"You're disgusting!"

He pressed down on her red lips, holding them tightly.

"I hate you, how could you do this to me, always going back on your word. You said you would treat me well, but you didn't. If you really cared about me, I wouldn't be in such a difficult situation now!"

At least, I won't be too indecisive because of Jiang Chengfeng's words.

His eyes flickered, reaching out to gently wipe away her tears, grasping a crucial point.

"Who made you suffer!"

She only cried, not speaking. At that moment, Rong Ling's phone rang. He frowned and stared at her, taking his phone out of his pocket without looking and answering directly. A soft, feminine voice came from the phone. Since Rong Ling was now face-to-face with Lin Meng, even though she couldn't quite hear what the woman was saying, she knew it was Li Lanqiu calling.

In my heart, there was once again a deep sense of disgust.

Only Rong Ling's voice could be heard. "I'll go back later!"

Then Li Lanqiu said something else, and Rong Ling's tone became a bit heavy. "Don't wait for me, I have a lot to do!"

"Busy pressing down on a woman!" She couldn't help but speak up, her voice laced with both mockery and the intention to provoke Li Lanqiu.

Then Li Lanqiu immediately cried out, "Rong --," her voice was loud, so this time Lin Meng heard it clearly, and also heard the grievance in her tone.

"Well, that's it then!" Rong Ling abruptly hung up the phone.

"You are such a jerk!"

She looked at him coldly.ince I last saw him," these phrases probably described this feeling perfectly. In these fifteen years, through these fifteen three-month cycles, he—was he still the sameShe lifted her chin, raised her...