Regretful Beijing Marriage

Jiang Yining's fingers didn't stop after deleting the contact information.

She scrolled through her contacts to find everyone who was related to Fu Jiayu's studies.

I deleted them one by one.

When she finished deleting the last one, Jiang Yining laid her phone face down on the table and lay down.

The day-long farce had exhausted all her energy.

She was so sleepy that she couldn't muster any energy.

The injury on my back was pressed against the mattress, causing intermittent pain.

Jiang Yining was in extreme discomfort, so she turned over and lay on her side.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Yining vaguely felt that something was wrong with the injury on her back.

heat.

肿。

The skin around the wound looks like it's bulging outwards.

My entire back was burning hot.

Jiang Yining wanted to turn over and see.

But my eyelids felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

He raised his hand halfway and then lowered it back down.

In a blur, the back of my clothes was lifted up.

A cool sensation touched the skin around the wound.

The hand gently rolled the cotton swab along the edge of the wound.

The coolness seeped into the burning skin.

Jiang Yining comfortably shrank in that direction.

Immediately afterwards, a warm, large hand landed on her lower back.

Gently massage the muscles on your waist with your palms.

The force changed from heavy to light.

It pressed down on her aching muscles, grinding them in circles.

Jiang Yining was fast asleep and couldn't open her eyes.

He muttered unconsciously.

"Be gentle..."

The pressure in his palm immediately eased.

He pressed his fingertip down two inches from her waistline.

Jiang Yining felt better.

She leaned back slightly, following the cool and soothing touch, her tense back relaxing, and she drifted off to sleep again.

I slept without any dreams.

Jiang Yining was woken up by a phone call early in the morning.

It was Sun Zhenping calling.

She sat up abruptly to answer the phone, which aggravated the wound on her back.

It ached for a moment but didn't hurt anymore.

"Yining, the patient I told you about yesterday has suddenly deteriorated. He's in extremely poor condition, very stressed, and no one can get close to him. Could you come over now?"

"Mr. Sun, send me the address, I'll be there right away."

Jiang Yining instantly snapped to attention and responded decisively.

She lifted the covers and got out of bed, using her lower back to exert some force.

There was only a slight soreness, completely unlike yesterday's tearing pain.

She looked down at the gauze wrapped around her lower back.

It seems to have been changed.

Jiang Yining was stunned for two seconds.

Could someone have come in last night?

However, this answer was quickly dismissed.

Who would be kind enough to come in and see her?

Jiang Yining didn't think much of it.

As long as no bones or muscles are injured, it's fine.

She changed her clothes and hurried downstairs.

Fu Huaiyan and Fu Jiayu were having breakfast at the dining table in the living room.

Fu Jiayu heard footsteps, looked up, and saw her.

I first shrank back into the chair.

She used the word "get lost" too harshly yesterday.

The child hasn't recovered yet.

There was obvious fear in Fu Jiayu's eyes.

He gripped his chopsticks tightly, his expression conflicted.

After struggling several times, I finally mustered the courage to look up.

"Mom, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Yining had already walked straight past the restaurant.

Their steps did not stop.

"Get me out of here."

She coldly gave instructions to the driver at the door.

The driver was taken aback and subconsciously looked up at Fu Huaiyan.

Jiang Yining lost her patience, stepped forward, and snatched his car keys.

The black sedan was parked in the yard.

She got into the driver's seat and started the car herself.

As he was being led out of the courtyard, Fu Jiayu chased after him to the gate and called out.

Jiang Yining didn't care.

In the rearview mirror, Fu Jiayu was standing on the steps, his mouth pursed as if he was about to cry.

The driver was terrified and at a loss for what to do.

Fu Huaiyan slowly wiped his hands and walked out.

"Prepare another car."

He then looked at Fu Jiayu beside him, his tone slightly cold.

"After you finish eating, go to school. From now on, you're not allowed to bring anyone home casually."

Fu Jiayu subconsciously looked up and asked, bewildered.

"Can't Aunt Yinyin do it either?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of cold pressure flashed across Fu Huaiyan's eyes.

He swept his gaze across him heavily.

Fu Jiayu immediately fell silent.

"Oh, I understand."

-

Jiang Yining drove all the way to Sun Zhenping's clinic.

When I pushed the door open, Sun Zhenping was standing at the end of the corridor.

He walked over with a solemn expression.

"Yi Ning, Madam Song's condition is not optimistic. She is highly stressed and resists all contact."

"We are all at a loss and have no way to appease them."

He paused, looked at Jiang Yining, and lowered his voice.

"If you're not absolutely sure, don't rush in."

"Stay with me and observe from outside; it's best to be cautious."

Jiang Yining felt a warmth in her heart.

She knew that Sun Zhenping was protecting her.

For these wealthy clients, every step must be taken with caution.

If problems arise after she takes over, regardless of whose fault it is, the blame will be placed on her.

Just like what happened at school.

Who is right and who is wrong is not important; what is important is that she has no powerful backers.

But risk and opportunity always go hand in hand.

She is now in a passive position.

Only by quickly establishing one's own reputation can one escape the situation of being at the mercy of others.

However, Jiang Yining did not act rashly.

"Mr. Sun, please show me the situation first."

Sun Zhenping nodded and led her to the one-way glass window at the end of the corridor.

A middle-aged woman lay quietly in the hospital bed.

Her face was ashen, and her lips were completely pale.

He exuded an aura of death.

The situation is indeed not optimistic.

Jiang Yining could tell that she must have been an exceptionally beautiful woman in her youth.

But now this body is like a piece of dead wood that has been drained of its moisture.

Jiang Yining stared at that face.

A strange, inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up inside me.

Why do I feel like I've seen this somewhere before?

The medical staff next to him carefully handed him water and gave him his medicine.

The woman, however, was extremely opposed to it.

He coughed violently and spat out all the water as soon as it entered his mouth.

She shook her head weakly, her eyes filled with melancholy.

Jiang Yining could tell at a glance that she didn't want to live.

Sun Zhenping sighed softly.

"This is Mrs. Chung Yi of the Song family. Her illness began seven years ago, and she has been gradually deteriorating."

"It's already a severe case of depression, but no one in the Song family knows the root of the problem, and they can't find out the reason."

"We have no way of finding out, and we cannot cure it."

"If this continues, people won't be able to hold on much longer."

Seven years.

This timing inexplicably made Jiang Yining's heart sink.

She cleared her mind of distractions and her expression became solemn.

"There is no cure for mental illness; if the root cause is not addressed, it can wear a person down to their death."

After a pause, Jiang Yining let out a long sigh.

"Mr. Sun, I'd like to give it a try."

"Act within your capabilities; if things don't look right, get out immediately."

Sun Zhenping patted her on the shoulder and gave her some serious advice.

Jiang Yining nodded slightly, adjusting her posture.

She pushed open the door and walked into the consultation room.

The room was quiet and oppressive.

Jiang Yining walked slowly.

The woman in the hospital bed turned her head when she heard the noise.

When those empty eyes fell on her face, her pupils suddenly contracted.

She stretched her hand out from under the covers, pointed at Jiang Yining, and her lips moved.

"Who are you……"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly leaned forward.

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, splattering onto the snow-white quilt.

A blinding red!

"not good!"