Speaking, he bent down and gently kissed the back of Shi Ran's hand, then looked up at her, his eyes filled with deep affection, "Ran Bao'er, promise me, don't leave me again, okay?"
Every move he made was sincere and true.
Although the ring seemed to have been bought casually, its unique design and exquisite craftsmanship indicated it was priceless.
Moreover, it was a crystal-clear sapphire, shining brilliantly under the car's interior lights, very beautiful.
Shi Ran liked the ring very much.
Of course, she could also feel Tang Si's deep affection, but this emotion brought her immense pressure.
He said, "Wearing the ring means you are mine, and you can't leave me anymore."
"The ring is beautiful, thank you."
Shi Ran ultimately didn't know how to respond and simply said a faint thank you.
"Do you like it?" Tang Si asked expectantly.
"It's very beautiful, I like it very much," Shi Ran nodded, lowering her gaze to look at the ring on her finger. The sapphire blue ring really complemented her skin, making her hand appear slender and fair.
"As long as you like it."
Seeing that Shi Ran genuinely liked it, Tang Si's lips curved into a smile.
It was a bright, sunny smile, a long-lost smile.
Since Shi Ran hadn't been by Tang Si's side for a long time, she naturally hadn't noticed his emotions.
But for some reason, seeing Tang Si smiling so happily at this moment, she also felt happy.
"Remember, once you wear this ring, you are mine. If you dare to secretly take it off behind my back, I will tie you up and keep you confined by my side, never letting you leave me for the rest of my life."
These words were half-true and half-joking.
Shi Ran smiled and remained silent.
Tang Si released her hand, started the car, and headed towards the hospital where Shi Ran's father was.
...
Meanwhile, Meng Jingwei went to check on Qiao Ziqian in the adjacent room. He was still unconscious.
She stood by the bed and called out to him a few times, but Qiao Ziqian remained motionless, showing no signs of waking up.
After standing in the ward for a while, Meng Jingwei returned to her own room and lay on the bed to rest.
Just then, the ward door opened.
Shen Liannuo and Meng Jingwei both turned their heads to look at the door. They saw that the person who walked in was actually Qing Muye.
"Master, you're back so soon." Shen Liannuo was playing a game on the sofa. Seeing Qing Muye return, she teased him with a smile.
Her implication was that Qing Muye knew Meng Jingwei was injured and had rushed to the hospital.
"A Ye?"
Seeing Qing Muye, Meng Jingwei's lips involuntarily curved into a faint smile, a sense of clarity like the sun breaking through the clouds.
Qing Muye wore a black and white checkered outfit and a grey scarf around his neck. He strode to the bedside and pulled Meng Jingwei into his embrace.
Since Meng Jingwei was sitting on the edge of the bed, being pulled like this caused her cheek to press against his chest. Meng Jingwei could only wrap her arms around his waist.
Leaning in his arms, even through the thick clothes, she could feel Qing Muye's rapidly beating heart.
"Why didn't you tell me when such a big thing happened?"
Heaven knew how worried and anxious Qing Muye had been upon learning about Meng Jingwei's car accident after getting off the plane.
After arranging for the injured Song Jun to be taken care of, he had rushed to the hospital to find her without delay.
"I'm fine, aren't I?"
Meng Jingwei smiled. "I just didn't tell you because I was afraid you'd worry too much."
Before, when Qing Muye wasn't around, she felt a void in her heart, as if something was missing.
But his appearance now filled that blank space in Meng Jingwei's heart, making her feel exceptionally at ease.
Qing Muye released Meng Jingwei, cupped her face with both hands, looked her up and down, and then gently touched her arm. "How are you? Are you injured anywhere else? What did the doctor say? Do you feel okay?"