Jiang Jingci finally found the opportunity to be alone with Wen Lan, and even if Wen Lan spoke ill of him, he still had no intention of leaving.

He stretched out his long arm and closed the door of the ward, seeing that Wen Lan's eyes were full of distress, "I was fine at Mrs. Xie's funeral yesterday, why was I hospitalized today?"

"You don't mind my business! Get out of here now, or I'll call someone!" Wen Lan owed his upper body vigilantly, and immediately ended his half-lying posture.

Jiang Jingci approached her, looked through the medical record card at her bedside, and read mockingly, "Cold caused by overwork—"

She reached out to press the pager on the bedside, but before she could touch her other hand, she puffed up the needle and bled back!

"Xie Yansheng is really ruthless enough to leave you alone in the hospital." Jiang Jingci said that he had helped her remove the needle from her wrist and held down the white tape to stop the bleeding for her.

She tried twice but didn't shake off Jiang Jingci's hand.

"For the sake of thanking the banquet, you have chosen to forget what Mrs. Xie did to you before!" Jiang Jingci's eyes were full of resentment when he looked at her, "You can forget, but I can't. Because the scar on my back burned with concentrated hydrochloric acid reminds me all the time!"

Wen Lan's spine was cold.

Two years ago, in order to make Xie Yansheng's engagement to An Zhen smoothly, Xie's mother instructed the nanny to pour hydrochloric acid on her face.

Fortunately, Jiang Jingci appeared in time to save her, and in order to protect her, he used his back to block the concentrated hydrochloric acid splashed on her.

She remembered very well that at that time, Jiang Jingci's coat was corroded with a cut of about three inches, and the wound was hideous and terrifying!

Seeing that she was silent, Jiang Jingci sneered again, "Later, I learned that this scar was far bigger than I imagined. Whenever I see you and Xie Yansheng Qingqing and me in pairs, I ask myself, if you hadn't blocked that for you at the beginning, you would have been disfigured, would you have followed me in peace—"

Jiang Jingci was like a knife, steadily piercing into Wen Lan's heart.

"At that time in the southern suburbs warehouse, if I had been a little more ruthless and didn't let you sign that marriage agreement, but killed the sound of Xie Yan who was shot on the spot, would you and I be in a different situation now!" Jiang Jingci hated faintly, "I hate myself so much, I cut off the future with you with my own hands."

Wen Lan's resentment and dissatisfaction with Jiang Jingci instantly stalked in his throat.

If Jiang Jingci hadn't taken Nuan Nuan off and violated her, she would definitely still owe Jiang Jingci a huge debt of favor.

She will never pay back this personal debt in her life.

Jiang Jingci saw a bit of weakness in her dodging eyes, and asked in a cold voice, "Do you want to see the scar on my back to save you?"

She shook her head resolutely and tried to break free from Jiang Jingci's palm again, but to no avail.

The two tugged for a few more rounds, Wen Lan was completely defeated, and broke down and grabbed the pillow with his other hand and slammed it towards the man in front of him: "Jiang Jingci, you get out!" I don't want to see you!"

"You gave up on me and chose Xie Yansheng. After following Xie Yansheng for more than a year, he didn't even give you the title of Mrs. Xie! dead, you rushed to the Xie family to fulfill your filial piety regardless of your previous suspicions, you are really sincere to Xie Yansheng! I'm going crazy with jealousy—"

Jiang Jingci's face turned pale, and he looked directly at Wen Lan, "Since we met, in addition to being sorry to you for dropping your bag, I, Jiang Jingci, have already given my heart to you!" Do you know what sustains me now, the joy of that hour I stole from me?"

The last sentence immediately touched Wen Lan's nerves!

The humiliation that she had deliberately buried in her heart came to her heart, like a sharp knife, turning her heart into pieces.

It hurts and it hurts.

"Shut up!" Embarrassed, she raised her hand to slap Jiang Jingci's face.

Jiang Jingci took a step earlier and grabbed her other wrist, her clear eyes were full of tears, and her long eyelashes trembled.

"Even if I keep my mouth shut, it won't change the fact that you used to be my woman—"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Lan already hated and bit the back of his right hand!

Blood soon filled Wen Lan's mouth, and hot tears ran down her cheeks and remained in Jiang Jingci

hand.

Jiang Jingci remained motionless and let her bite, muttering with a wry smile, "Since there is more pain than happiness between me and you, then I am willing to use physical pain to remember you in my heart."

Wen Lan slowly loosened his mouth, and his originally pale lips were haloed bright red by Jiang Jingci's blood.

The two looked at each other.

Wen Lan's hands were still clasped in Jiang Jingci's palms, and he tried to struggle again, but the strength in Jiang Jingci's hands became bigger and bigger.

"Let go of me!" Her eyes were red, "You're only going to make me look down on you even more."

"If it hadn't been, you'd have forgotten about me." Jiang Jingci suddenly approached her, and his lips fell on her ear, "Lanlan, do you know what it's like to miss someone to the extreme?"

Her body trembled slightly, "Get out of here!" I feel sick to every word you say."

"You disgust me, and everything I say, but I enjoy every minute of my time with you." Jiang Jingci's warm breathing rose and fell in her ears, and the meaning of teasing was obvious.

"I didn't feel difficult for more than ten years after Yu Hui's death, but after that time, I couldn't eat well and sleep well, no matter day or night, I thought about you. Guess how I've been here for more than a year?"

"I'm not interested in anything from you!" She yelled, "Get out of here, or I'll call someone!"

"Listen to me." Jiang Jingci's hand suddenly fell on her waist, and with a little force, he hugged her in his arms.

Seeing that there was no hope of breaking free, Wen Lan pulled up his throat and was about to shout for foreign aid outside, but Jiang Jingci covered his lips with one hand and gently reprimanded: "You have no patience with me at all, but I have something to share with you-"

She heard a little ambiguous, and took the initiative to provoke another topic, "It was your account that just added me to WeChat, right?"

"Clever." Jiang Jingci admitted without hesitation.

"You're so shameless, add my contact information by changing your name!" Wen Lan scolded, "Wang Zheng called me to sign, it was also your idea, right?"

"He takes his salary from me, and of course he obeys my orders." Jiang Jingci's eyes suddenly burned when he looked at Wen Lan, "Continuing the topic that I didn't finish just now, can you guess how I came over these hundreds of lonely nights?"

She looked disdainful and chose to remain silent.

Jiang Jingci's lips fell on her earlobe, and she smiled deeply, "I asked people to make a doll according to your height and size, whether it is the appearance or the sense of experience, it can be completely fake."

Wen Lan was stunned for a moment with thunder rolling in his head.

"Its voice and the mole behind its earlobe are exactly like yours."

Jiang Jingci had already seen her collapse, and his bad taste came to his head, and he continued to mend her wounds.