” The man had never seen him care so much about someone, nor been stared at with such eyes. He panicked, his knees going weak, and tried to explain with cold sweat: “I…” ”Get out!” Jiang Dongling didn’t want to hear a dead man speak. He turned back, holding Chen Jing’s shoulder, his fingertips trembling, speaking incoherently: “Guo’er, bear with it, I’ll fix you, just bear with it, okay?” Chen Jing’s lips were white, but she glared at him fiercely. At this moment, seeing this face, if her hand could move, she would not be satisfied without slapping him three or four times! When she first discovered his cruel side, she was terrified, but now seeing him instantly soften the moment he saw her face… she couldn’t even get up. Jiang Dongling didn’t dare to meet her gaze, gently holding her, the hand on her shoulder trembling. He had been merciless when torturing others, but now he couldn’t bring himself to use force on her. ”Can you get on with it,” Chen Jing scolded him. She was almost dying from pain, and he was still hesitating. Was he trying to drive her mad! ”I can’t,” he turned back angrily: “Quickly go and call a doctor!” The others nearby responded immediately. “
Jiang Dongling carefully picked her up, walking towards the bedroom, nervously asking: “Does it hurt?” Chen Jing closed her eyes, not wanting to engage with him. “I’m sorry…” He choked: “It’s all my fault.” Chen Jing suddenly felt something cool on her face, and hearing his voice full of apology and heartache, thought of Xu Cheng’an.
She lifted her eyelids and carefully examined his face. Jiang Dongling met her gaze, took a deep breath, and held back his tears, lowering his head to gently kiss her eyes. “Guo’er, who were you looking through me at just now?” he asked softly. Chen Jing’s heart skipped a beat: “No one, you’re overthinking it.”
Jiang Dongling’s expression didn’t change, but his heart sank. He saw clearly that she was looking through him at someone, her gaze nostalgic.
The doctor was quickly summoned. Jiang Dongling stood with his back turned, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, fingertips digging into his flesh. He heard two crisp sounds and her suppressed cry of pain, feeling regret for the first time.
He thought, if he had turned back when he heard the sound or gone over personally, would she not have been hurt?
The doctor’s skills were proficient, and since it wasn’t particularly serious, the dislocated area returned to its original position and stopped hurting. Chen Jing took a deep breath and looked towards him: “Dong Lin.”
Jiang Dong Lin immediately turned around.
“Does it still hurt?” Jiang Dong Lin held her hand and crouched by the bed, anxiously examining her face, afraid she wouldn’t tell the truth, and then turned to look at the doctor.
The doctor immediately said: “Miss’s injury is light and no longer a problem.”
Only then did he feel relieved, lowering his head to kiss the back of her smooth, delicate hand, and said with a sigh of relief: “Fortunately, nothing happened.”
He gently closed his eyes, willfully thinking – if anything happened to her, he wouldn’t live either.
Chen Jing looked at the top of his head, her gaze complex.
Even though he was her most favorite male protagonist, after being together for just two days, she already felt a slight headache.
“Dong Lin,” she spoke softly.
“Hmm,” he sat up straight on the bed’s edge, looking at her quietly.
Chen Jing met his gaze, rarely hesitating: “You…”
“Are you asking about what just happened?”
“His gaze was direct and unwavering, his expression calm and almost cruel, ‘I think he deserved it.’
‘Just because he sold me to Huichun Hospital when I was young?’ Chen Jing asked.
Jiang Dong Lin lowered his eyes, his expression indifferent.
Chen Jing said: ‘I also think you did nothing wrong.’
Jiang Dong Lin’s eyes widened slightly, looking at her in surprise.
Chen Jing smiled: ‘He sold me back then for his own interests. Now that retribution has come, he deserves it.’
Jiang Dong Lin’s gaze shifted: ‘Don’t you think I was too harsh?’
Over the years, people in Ji Zhou had labeled him as ‘heartless,’ ‘killer,’ ‘madman.’ Only Chen Jing, who had witnessed everything, said he deserved it.
Jiang Dong Lin knew she was just comforting him, but he still felt happy.
Chen Jing, unaware of his inner thoughts, just laughed: ‘It was a bit harsh.’
Jiang Dong Lin’s expression darkened: ‘Didn’t you say he deserved it?'”
“He did deserve it,” Chen Jing raised an eyebrow, “But ask yourself, was your treatment of him truly deserved punishment, or just a deliberate release of your own unhappiness?”
Qin Mo is Qin Guo’er’s only relative in this world. If he doesn’t know, then she can only try to probe that electronic voice that never speaks.
“Of course you’re my dear niece!” Qin Mo retorted excitedly, then changed his tone and pleaded, “Good niece, I’m your only relative in this world. Can you really bear to watch your uncle be tortured to death by that pervert?”
What a good statement – a niece shouldn’t bear to watch her uncle suffer, but can an uncle sell out his niece for his own selfish interests?
Chen Jing stared at him for a while, then let out a light sigh and turned to leave.
Even if it were true, she could only confirm it after the electronic voice released the outline. After all, Qin Mo was only ten years old back then, and the Qin family elders might have suddenly passed away without telling him anything.
In a luxurious villa in the real world—Dr. Wang pushed up his glasses, looking at Yin Li soaking in the nutrient solution, speaking with a grim expression.
“Can you find the reason?”
“Yin’s mother looked worriedly at her son, “We’ve already sent him the person he wanted most, so why is he still like this?”
“It might be because of that woman,” Dr. Wang also looked concerned, “Although I specifically implanted data to issue the task, the other party is passively involved and not very professional, so…”
He didn’t continue, but Yin’s mother understood the rest.
“After she went in, young Li’s condition has been unstable. Should we just give up?” Yin’s mother was still uneasy.
“No,” Dr. Wang immediately refused, “Miss Chen has already been involved, and the young master won’t let her go. If we forcibly separate their brain waves, the young master will quickly lose his will to live.”
Yin’s mother sighed. Dr. Wang had told her all this before they began, but three months had passed, and young Li was still the same, occasionally even falling into a coma.
She looked up at the room full of photos of Chen Jing.
These were all things Yin Li had made with his own hands five years ago.
As a mother, with her son seriously ill and almost fanatically obsessed with a woman, her feelings were complicated.
But when she learned that this woman had stimulated her son’s will to live, which he hadn’t had in over a decade, she thought, what does it matter if he’s obsessed? As long as her son could live, she’d be willing to be a slave to that woman.
“Don’t worry,” Dr. Wang advised, “After all these years, this is the final stage. Give them more time and believe in the young master.”
His gaze swept over the bedside cabinet’s photo of Chen Jing, smiling brightly, optimistically comforting Yin’s mother, “For Miss Chen’s sake, the young master will definitely pull through.”
Yin’s mother’s eyes reddened, her fingertips gently touching the glass cover: “Let’s hope so.”
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At the Jiang family—
Chen Jing sat up from the bed, drenched in sweat, covering her forehead and breathing heavily, shocked by the information that suddenly rushed into her brain, looking bewildered.
She had actually dreamed… that the reason she traveled into her own book, became the female lead falling in love with the male lead, was to save someone?
