The emergency room door swung open, and Jiang Shiyu, a light sleeper, jolted awake. Without even opening her eyes, she rose and moved towards the emergency room.
"How is he? Doctor?!"
"Mr. Rong has been successfully resuscitated. He is still very weak. Please, family members, remain calm. The patient will be moved to the intensive care unit for a week of observation. Visitors will be allowed once he has recovered. kanδん
As he spoke, a group of doctors pushed Murong Cheng's operating table out.
The man's face was deathly pale.
If the doctor hadn't announced he was safe, he would have looked like a corpse at first glance.
It was impossible to imagine what the man had gone through in the car...
Jiang Shiyu was held back by Si Han, preventing her from rushing towards the man.
"You should go home and rest. I'll take you back. If Ah Cheng wakes up and sees you like this, he'll only worry more and his injuries will be harder to heal. Since Ah Cheng is fine, you can finally relax. The doctors and nurses are here, and you can't do anything by staying here."
Si Han was right. She had to regain her strength as soon as possible.
Jiang Shiyu composed herself and left the hospital with Si Han.
Back at Jingyuan, perhaps due to exhaustion, she didn't even change her clothes. She collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep, wrapped in the quilt.
When she woke up, groggy and disoriented, she had a fever.
In her hazy state, Jiang Shiyu heard the sound of a wheelchair.
"Brother Ruofeng... what should I do..."
Ruoruo was missing, and Murong Cheng had been in a car accident. During this time, it felt as though she had lost so much.
"I wish I could go back to that time... Brother Ruofeng..."
Jiang Shiyu murmured softly, mistaking Si Han for a dream.
The man's wheelchair remained by the bedside for a long time, motionless.
His gaze was deep as he stared at Jiang Shiyu, who was drowsy with fever, on the bed.
"Doctor, come in."
After a long pause, a faint command was issued from his throat.
A family doctor entered the bedroom and skillfully took Jiang Shiyu's temperature, administered an injection...
Si Han turned his wheelchair and left the bedroom.
A phone call came in.
"Mr. Si, everything has been handled. The little girl has been properly arranged..."
"Mmm..."
Jiang Shiyu's fever lasted for three days. By the time she started to recover, it was the fifth day. After drinking a bowl of porridge and breaking a sweat, she finally felt much better.
It was true that illnesses struck like a mountain and left like drawing silk.
Jiang Shiyu went to the hospital immediately. Standing outside the ward door, her heart felt a little uneasy.
She had heard that Murong Cheng had woken up, but she didn't know how his injuries were...
Pushing open the ward door, the scene that greeted her was Su Ziyue sitting by the bedside, tightly holding Murong Cheng's hand.
The man was still in a cast, with only one hand free to move.
That one movable hand was currently being held by Su Ziyue.
"Husband, Jiang Shiyu is here..."
Seeing Jiang Shiyu arrive, Su Ziyue addressed Murong Cheng as "Husband," causing Jiang Shiyu's breath to hitch.
A bad premonition rose in her heart.
"Ah Cheng, are you feeling better?"
Jiang Shiyu walked a few steps into the ward, her eyes never leaving Murong Cheng.
Due to the car accident, the man had become thinner. His already sharp facial features were now even more defined. Compared to his usual resolute demeanor, he now possessed a touch of sickly handsomeness, almost resembling Si Han.
Their gazes met in the air.
The way the man looked at her was terrifyingly unfamiliar.
It was as if he didn't recognize who she was at all.
The man stared at her for a good while before suddenly speaking, his voice cold and hoarse, with a distant, unfamiliar tone that Jiang Shiyu had never heard before.
"Who are you?"
What?!
Jiang Shiyu covered her mouth, staring at the man in shock, thinking she had misheard several times.
Su Ziyue smiled and stood up. "This is the woman from your contractual marriage, the Jiang Shiyu I told you about. You helped her a lot, and you were preparing to finalize your divorce, but she's been pestering you..."
"You're talking nonsense! Su Ziyue! What memories have you implanted in Murong Cheng while he has amnesia?!"
Jiang Shiyu turned to Su Ziyue in anger, a surge of fury churning in her eyes.
Although she had anticipated Murong Cheng might be injured, Jiang Shiyu had never expected that this man would suffer severe trauma from the car accident and lose his memory.
"Why are you getting so agitated? I'm just stating the facts. Shiyu, don't be angry. After all, I've given Ah Cheng two children. Even if what I say is a lie, the children can prove everything..."
Su Ziyue spoke, mimicking Jiang Shiyu's demeanor from that day, her lips curved high in extreme provocation.
"You say you are Ah Cheng's wife, but besides the marriage certificate, what else can prove it? You've been married to Ah Cheng for so long, why don't you have any children..."
"You believe what she's saying?"
Jiang Shiyu ignored Su Ziyue and turned to the man.
"Is there anything wrong with what she said? Since our transaction is complete, let's finalize the divorce procedures after I'm discharged."
The man's words plunged Jiang Shiyu into complete despair.
"Our relationship isn't what she described at all. You and I..."
Jiang Shiyu looked at the man's face, wanting to say the words: lover? Spouse? Or what?
Like Su Ziyue said, she and Murong Cheng were just a contract.
She had never even defined her relationship with Murong Cheng.
It seemed she had never said "I love you" to the man.
So, what exactly were she and Murong Cheng?
She opened her lips, then closed them again.
Su Ziyue gracefully stood up and walked in front of Jiang Shiyu.
Her gaze meeting Jiang Shiyu's seemed to say:
"The tables have turned, and it's finally my turn. How does it feel, Jiang Shiyu?"
"However, I must thank you for taking care of my husband during this time. When you have time, go and get the divorce certificate. Don't bother my husband anymore, understand?"
At this moment, she acted as if she had already become the young madam of the Murong family.
"Murong Cheng will recover his memory one day. Can you deceive Murong Cheng forever? Aren't you afraid that if Murong Cheng remembers everything one day, you'll be embarrassed?" Jiang Shiyu said in a low voice, audible only to the two of them.
"Afraid? Jiang Shiyu, I've never been afraid of anything. I came back to the country with Ruoruo, and I was mentally prepared. I'm determined to secure the position of the Murong family's young madam!" Su Ziyue gritted her teeth, then returned to the man's side, taking his hand and speaking to him tenderly, as if she were a completely different person.
Jiang Shiyu's legs felt as if they were filled with lead as she struggled to leave the ward.
The moment the door closed behind her, it was as if the flesh and blood had been drained from her body, and she almost stumbled to the ground.