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Zheng Mengni returned to the hospital, dedicating herself to staying by Ye Bingran's bedside. She had been there for nearly two months.
Part of her motivation was to show the Zheng Family how important her relationship with Ye Bingran was; without him, she felt she would crumble. As long as Ye Bingran remained with the Zheng Family, she would too, otherwise, she would be utterly heartbroken.
Another reason was to create a foundation for the upcoming events and clear any suspicions. She had been busy caring for him in the hospital and had no time for any wrongdoing.
Ye Bingran remembered when he first opened his eyes and saw a face full of ever-changing emotions. He had never encountered someone whose feelings could be so rich and varied. Yet among all those emotions, he did not catch the surprise of his waking.
He had woken up too soon.
At that moment, Zheng Mengni was focused on peeling an apple by the bed. When she casually glanced down, she found a pair of dark eyes staring intently at her.
Startled, she jumped back. Was she seeing things? Half of his body was still covered in bandages, yet he was awake!
In her surprise, her hand slipped, and she accidentally cut her finger on the fruit. The apple fell from her grasp and rolled across the floor, eventually coming to rest under the bed. It was a shame; it had been the roundest apple she had ever peeled, and she had been looking forward to eating it.
With tears welling in her eyes, she sucked on her injured finger while glaring at him.
Ye Bingran felt a headache coming on. He thought briefly that he should apologize for waking up at such an inopportune moment and scaring her. That thought flickered through his mind before he drifted off again.
Zheng Mengni stood up and leaned closer, her face inching toward his as she blinked her large eyes and furrowed her brows in concern.
It must be an illusion.
How could she have just seen Ye Bingran open her eyes? Zheng Mengni pondered deeply; human life was at stake, so she decided to call for a doctor. After a thorough examination, the doctor said that Ye Bingran's condition was much better than before, and a complete recovery was not out of the question.
Zheng Mengni's expression became even more nuanced as she stood by the bed, crossing her arms and scrutinizing Ye Bingran from head to toe. She raised an eyebrow, feeling utterly perplexed. This was what it meant to be favored by the heavens. How peculiar.
However, Zheng Mengni wouldn’t have the chance to witness this medical miracle; once school started, her heart would be back in the classroom, leaving her little time to care for Ye Bingran. Whether she lived or died, it would be up to fate.
In Golden Autumn September, the rain fell gently. On the day of the Opening Ceremony, Zheng Mengni woke up exceptionally early, dressing herself beautifully because today was a day worth celebrating. The rainy weather brought low temperatures. She wore an oatmeal-colored Chanel jacket adorned with shiny pearls at the collar and cuffs, exuding a gentle sweetness without losing an air of elegance. Her long hair was meticulously styled into beautiful curls, thick and black with a luxurious sheen.
Zheng Mengni sat gracefully against the back of her chair as the luxury car smoothly cruised down the road. She lowered her gaze, her delicate fingers leisurely gliding over the screen. Everything was ready.
While editing that piece of text, she deliberately distanced herself from this tragic story, beautifully hiding away from it all. Only she, Tan Yan, and Gao Lei knew the true reasons behind Gao Lei's kidnapping and bullying, so Zheng Mengni wasn’t worried about being exposed. The evidence was irrefutable; Tan Yan had no way to argue against it. If he truly wanted to drag her down with him, then let him try.
After all, she had already refused the arranged marriage; no matter how things turned out, she would achieve her goal. However, stepping into this murky water would surely anger her father.
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