To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

At this moment, Luo Qingyi felt no jealousy towards Qin Lan!

No one knows her reaction when she received the news of Jiang Jinhuan's car accident.

The moment she heard that Jiang Jinhuan had been in a car accident, she felt her heart stop beating.

The world turned gray in an instant, and the feeling of despair and death wanted to strangle her soul.

She was gasping for breath, like a drowning fish.

The soup spoon in her hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces, but she was completely unaware.

She frantically called Jiang Jinhuan, and the phone rang for a long time before being answered.

Upon hearing Jiang Jinhuan's voice, she collapsed to the ground, then burst into tears of joy—the joy of being reborn.

Jiang Jinhuan's voice sounded tired, but his tone remained relatively steady.

"Which hospital are you in?" Luo Qingyi asked, her voice trembling.

Jiang Jinhuan paused for a moment, then gave the name of the hospital and the ward number.

He sensed that Luo Qingyi was in a bad mood, and he couldn't help but worry!

After hanging up the phone, Luo Qingyi stood in the kitchen, looking at the soup pot still bubbling on the stove. Suddenly, she squatted down, buried her face in her knees, and cried silently.

She almost lost him.

The thought that Jiang Jinhuan was not in her life made her feel utterly hopeless.

She had never been so afraid; it terrified her more than facing death itself.

If she had to die, she would rather it be herself who died.

She almost never saw him again.

After crying for a while, Luo Qingyi stood up, wiped away her tears, turned off the stove, changed her clothes, and went out.

Instead of going directly to the hospital, she went to a florist first and picked out a bouquet of white lilies.

Then I went to the mall again and bought some nutritional supplements.

Only then did he take a taxi to the hospital.

Standing at the door of the ward, Luo Qingyi took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." It was Jiang Jinhuan's voice.

Luo Qingyi pushed open the door and immediately saw Jiang Jinhuan sitting on a chair by the bed.

He had bluish stubble on his chin and looked exhausted.

The heartache in Luo Qingyi's eyes was almost overflowing.

The moment Jiang Jinhuan saw Luo Qingyi, his eyes lit up.

His feelings for Luo Qingyi were strange; it was a kind of spiritual reliance. He felt that as long as Luo Qingyi was there, all the hardships were not so bitter!

"Sister Qingyi, you're here!" Jiang Jinhuan stood up and walked towards her.

The longing in her eyes was impossible to hide!

Luo Qingyi nodded, her gaze passing over him and landing on the woman on the hospital bed.

Qin Lan leaned against the headboard, wearing a light blue hospital gown, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Her face was somewhat pale, but her features were still so exquisite that it was impossible to look away.

Her legs were in casts and hanging high in the air, a shocking sight.

This is the woman who saved Jin Huan.

Qin Lan also looked at Luo Qingyi who came in with curiosity.

Seeing Jiang Jinhuan's attitude towards Luo Qingyi, she seemed to realize something and became somewhat nervous.

This feels just like meeting your future mother-in-law! So nervous and anxious, as if you're afraid she won't be satisfied with you!

Luo Qingyi walked over, placed the lilies on the bedside table, and then bowed deeply to Qin Lan.

"Ms. Qin, thank you!"

Qin Lan was startled. If she weren't bedridden, she would have returned the courtesy immediately, saying, "What are you doing...?"

"Miss Qin, I am Luo Qingyi." She straightened up and looked calmly at Qin Lan. "Jin Huan's friend, thank you for saving him. If it weren't for you, he might already be..."

She couldn't continue speaking halfway through her sentence, and her eyes reddened slightly.

Qin Lan looked at her, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

Friend? She phrased it very vaguely.

But this is definitely not an ordinary friend.

Qin Lan is a woman, and she understands women too well.

"You're welcome!" Qin Lan smiled, her voice soft. "I did it voluntarily."

Luo Qingyi nodded and didn't say anything more.

She turned around, walked up to Jiang Jinhuan, and affectionately touched his face: "You've lost weight!"

"I haven't been sleeping well these past few days." Jiang Jinhuan grasped her hand. "Sister Qingyi, Miss Qin was injured while saving me, I..."

"I know," Luo Qingyi interrupted him, her voice gentle. "Take good care of her. I'll handle things at the company; you don't need to worry about it."

Jiang Jinhuan looked at her, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him.

She's always like that.

He understands everything, knows everything, but says nothing and asks nothing.

She swallowed all her grievances and only showed him her gentlest side.

"Qingyi, I..."

"Alright, I'm going back now." Luo Qingyi withdrew her hand, smiled at him, and said, "Take care of yourself and don't overwork yourself."

She turned and walked towards the door, pausing briefly as she passed Qin Lan's hospital bed.

She leaned down and grasped Qin Lan's hand, squeezing it firmly. "Miss Qin, take care of yourself!"

Qin Lan looked at her hand being held, her eyes filled with gratitude, and nodded: "Thank you."

The two women looked at each other, and it seemed that they both understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

Luo Qingyi pushed open the ward door and went out.

The hallway was quiet, and her high heels made a crisp sound as they clicked on the floor.

Qin Lan breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Jiang Jinhuan, and inexplicably felt a surge of confidence!

……

Meanwhile, in the president's office of Xingyao Group.

Song Qingci was reading a document when Sister Qian came in with a cup of coffee and placed it on the table.

"President Song, we received news from the Jiang Group that General Manager Jiang hasn't been to the company for the past few days, it seems something has happened."

Song Qingci looked up: "What is it?"

"I'm not sure, I heard he took a long leave of absence." Sister Qian paused for a moment, "Some people said they saw him at the hospital, but they don't know who he was visiting."

Song Qingci frowned slightly.

She picked up her phone, found Jiang Jinhuan's number, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't dial it.

The relationship between them is strange.

Although they were married, apart from those two absurd nights and the day they got their marriage certificate, they were no different from strangers.

Although they were strangers, the red marriage certificate was indeed locked in the safe in her office.

"Let him be." Song Qingci put down her phone and picked up the documents again, fuming.

But his eyes kept glancing at his phone, and he didn't even realize he was holding the document upside down!

Just then, Sister Qian, who had just left, rushed over again.

The trembling of his chest was astonishing in its elasticity.

Song Qingci asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"

Sister Qian said, "President Song, Jin Huan was almost hit by a car. It was Qin Lan from the Qin family who pushed him away. Qin Lan was seriously injured and is now in the hospital."

Song Qingci's pupils suddenly contracted.

The documents slipped from his fingers and scattered on the floor.

She felt her blood suddenly turn cold, from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, as if she were frozen solid and unable to move.