Jiang Lan said, “She’s probably angry because of what happened last time. I’m sorry, Lian Jue. My presence has caused things to reach this point between you two. Maybe it’s better to transfer me to a branch office.”
Sheng Lianjue: “…”
Was it because he didn’t keep his promise to take her to Xishuangbanna?
That time, it was only due to special circumstances—an urgent situation.
The deputy general manager of the branch office had been evading taxes, creating false accounts, and somehow managed to hide it from the headquarters’ audit.
Although the police were already pursuing the case, the Shengshi headquarters had already been implicated.
He had been swamped these past few days and naturally hadn’t had time to attend to her.
“This matter has nothing to do with you.”
Sheng Lianjue lowered his head, looking at the exquisite velvet box in his hand, which held a red gemstone ring.
Snap—
He closed the box. “Go back first. I’ll handle this matter.”
Jiang Lan wanted to say more, but the words she wished to speak were swallowed back. The reason she had been able to stay by Sheng Lianjue’s side for so many years was not only because she was his capable assistant but also because she was the only one who truly understood him.
Just as Jiang Lan was about to leave, a nurse rushed in. “It’s not good, Mr. Sheng! The lady downstairs has fainted.”
As soon as the words were spoken, Sheng Lianjue had already strode out, stirring up a gust of wind.
By the time Jiang Lan caught up, Sheng Lianjue had already taken the elevator downstairs.
At the same time, Xu Shu happened to be coming down from another floor after finishing a seminar.
Seeing a woman collapsed in the rain, he rushed forward without a second thought and picked her up.
When he saw the woman’s face clearly, Xu Shu was shocked.
He never expected it to be her.
Half a month ago, she was the most special patient brought in from the highway bridge accident.
At the time, she was the only one without family visiting, staying alone in the hospital for over half a month.
He vaguely remembered how, on the operating table, upon learning that her husband couldn’t be reached, her eyes were filled with despair.
Her expression at that time had deeply moved him.
By the time Sheng Lianjue reached the ground floor, he was ultimately a step too late.
Jiang Wan had already been carried away by someone.
If one paid attention, they would notice a pool of blood where the woman had been kneeling.
However, the bloodstains were soon washed away by the heavy rain.
Sheng Lianjue exuded a dark, oppressive aura, clutching the black velvet box tightly in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
He seemed to be suppressing his anger, his gaze fixed on the retreating figure.
His aura kept everyone at a distance, and people passing by all detoured around him, not daring to approach.
Jiang Wan was taken by Xu Shu to the emergency room for a checkup.
Fortunately, it was nothing serious—just low blood sugar combined with physical weakness and exposure to the rain, which caused her to faint.
But why had she been kneeling in the rain?
What exactly had happened to her?
A hospital colleague came out with Jiang Wan’s CT report and said, “The previously healed wound in the patient’s uterine lining has reopened. The bleeding has been stopped for now.”
“Doctor Xu, what’s your relationship with her? Last time, you signed for her surgery, and you paid most of the medical expenses. Now you’ve saved her life again. You two must know each other, right?”
Xu Shu’s gaze fell on that delicate yet pale face. “It’s just a doctor’s instinct. Go prepare the medication first. I’ll wait for her to wake up and see if we can contact her family.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve already contacted them. It seems her older brother paid the medical expenses last time. There’s contact information on the record.”
Xu Shu: “That’s good.”
An IV drip was attached to the back of Jiang Wan’s hand.In a daze, she suddenly remembered the day after being recognized by her family, when she moved into the Sheng family’s old mansion as Sheng Lianjue’s fiancée.
That evening, it was also raining heavily.
She was wearing pajamas, biting into a piece of toast she had taken from the refrigerator.
A man stepped out of the car and opened the door.
That was the first time she saw Sheng Lianjue.
And she was instantly captivated by his deep, beautiful eyes.
Sharp and profound, as if nothing in the world could catch his attention, his gaze carried a faint sense of detachment toward everyone. He also possessed an innate, unique air of nobility.
Jiang Wan had never seen a man as handsome as him.
Faced with someone like him, born in Rome and naturally magnetic, no one could remain unmoved.
The sound of leather shoes tapping against the marble floor echoed, one step after another, as if stepping directly on her heart.
He walked over, carrying the scent of rain and a faint trace of tobacco from his clothes, yet it was strangely pleasant.
Jiang Wan’s heart raced.
But he didn’t spare her a single glance, passing by her coldly.
She was ignored, seemingly superfluous in his eyes.
After that, they rarely saw each other.
Most of the time, they were occupied with their own affairs.
She was busy with her studies, while he was preoccupied with handling company matters.
On the rare occasions they met, she was treated as a stranger. Indeed, there was no deep affection between them.
…
When Jiang Wan woke up, the first person she saw was her mother, Yao Jinghe.
Her face was filled with anger, but as a noblewoman from a scholarly family, she tried her best to restrain it.
“Lanlan has already told me everything, but marriage is not a game…”
Jiang Wan, having been drenched in the rain for over an hour, was running a fever, and her voice was hoarse. Before Yao Jinghe could finish, she interrupted, “Old Madam Sheng also agreed to the divorce. Wouldn’t it be better if I left?”
“Once I’m gone, Jiang Lan can be with Sheng Lianjue.”
Then all of you can have your wishes fulfilled.
Yao Jinghe frowned, clearly taken aback. “Did Old Madam Sheng really agree to it herself?”
Back then, this marriage was also forced upon Jiang Wan by Old Madam Sheng, who insisted she become the Sheng family’s daughter-in-law. If Sheng Lianjue hadn’t dared to defy her, he would never have married Jiang Wan.
To be honest, Sheng Lianjue was indeed forced into this marriage with Jiang Wan.
Jiang Wan’s voice was faint. “If you don’t believe me, I can show you the divorce agreement drafted by Old Madam Sheng herself.”
“I understand.” Yao Jinghe’s frown eased, and her expression softened considerably. “I’ve always said the position of Mrs. Sheng isn’t suited for you. I’ll have Lanlan persuade Sheng Lianjue to sign. Once that’s done, you’ll be free, and I’ll find you a better family.”
“No need.” Jiang Wan’s mind was blank, her body exhausted. She closed her eyes. “I don’t plan to stay in the capital. I want to return to Wuchuan.”
That place is her true home.