Dong Ci lay on his shoulder and talked a lot intermittently, including how Zhao Qingqing threatened her in the first place and the crazy things she said in prison.
For a moment, regret, self-blame, fear and sadness made her heart feel heavy. She clutched Jing Rong's clothes tightly and wiped all her tears onto his clothes.
Jing Rong was very quiet throughout the whole process. He just held Dong Ci quietly in his arms, his thin lips slightly pursed, showing no emotion. But the depth of his eyes was as deep as a black hole, with no light shining through.
"I hate myself so much. If it weren't for me, my mother wouldn't be still in the hospital and unable to wake up."
Dong Ci thought that if he had not gone to work in Wang Ming's studio, or if he had called the police when Zhao Qingqing threatened him, or even gone to Jing Rong for help, maybe everything would not have turned out so bad.
It's just that there are not so many ifs in this world. It's too late to say anything now. The moment Ci Ma pushed Dong Ci away, everything was a foregone conclusion.
"I really wish I had seen that car first. I would rather take my mother's place..."
Jing Rong seemed to know what she was going to say. His eyes narrowed, he grabbed her chin and raised her tear-filled face, interrupting her arbitrarily. "Don't say it!"
Perhaps because he grew up in a different environment than other children, Jing Rong's temperament is more mature and extreme than his peers, and he is also extremely indifferent emotionally.
The word 'death' used to be an understatement for him, but for him now, it weighs a lot.
"As long as I'm here, you must live well." Jing Rong's arms holding her tightened a lot.
My loving mother is now lying in the hospital in critical condition, and she still can’t wake up. He knew Dong Ci was sad, but for him, he didn't feel anything. It's even a little morbid to think that Dong Ci can belong to him better without his loving mother.
It's not that he never thought about making his loving mother disappear. Even when she was hospitalized for depression, he thought about making her never get better again.
Jing Rong knew that he was not a good person, never had been. But he, a bad guy, was afraid that Dong Ci would be sad, so he couldn't do anything.
Besides, it was her loving mother who saved her.
Jing Rong simply couldn't imagine what he would be like now if Dong Ci was the one who was hit instead of Ci Ma.
His beloved girl could no longer hold him softly and act coquettishly, could no longer blink and look at him complainingly... Thinking of this, Jing Rong's breath choked, he would never allow this to happen!
"Zhao Qingqing came out alive, Xiaoci, you don't have to be afraid." Jingrong's eyelashes trembled slightly, covering up the cold light in her eyes.
He leaned over slightly and kissed the tears on her face one by one, and said in a low voice. "In a few days, a team of American experts will come to treat your mother."
"Don't worry, I will do my best to make your mother wake up."
He really hoped to wake up Ci Ma, because he didn't want his Xiao Ci to continue to be so sad. And he was obviously injured, but Dong Ci had to go to the hospital every day to stay with his loving mother, and even felt sad for a long time after coming back.
It was just that the loving mother's condition kept getting worse. She finally stopped breathing late one night a few days later before the expert team flew from the United States.
When Jing Rong received the call, Dong Ci was already asleep.
"Xiao Ci, your mother can't survive tonight."
When Jing Rong woke her up and told her this, the light in Dong Ci's eyes instantly went out.
Her face turned pale in an instant, she put on an ugly smile, and asked softly. "Ah Rong, you are kidding me, right?"
"I'll take you to the hospital." Jing Rong avoided her eyes and helped her put on her clothes.
"This joke is not funny at all, really."
Dong Ci blinked her eyes, and the hot tears in her eyes fell on the back of Jing Rong's hand as she lowered her head. Her skin felt as if it had been burned. Jing Rong's movements froze, and he sighed and got off the bed. Hug him.
"Did you really not lie to me?"
"I'm going to be angry if you don't tell the truth."
"I will never forgive you for being angry this time."
However, in fact, Dong Ci already believed Jing Rong's words in her heart, but she couldn't digest it and didn't dare to believe it.
When the two arrived at the hospital, the doctors had just pushed the loving mother out of the operating room. Dong Ci asked Jing Rong to put her down. She stared at the figure covered with white cloth in front of her, her legs went weak, and she walked over stubbornly, holding on to the wall.
"mom-"
Dong Ci called her softly, but the corridor was quiet and she could only hear her whimpering.
She tremblingly opened the white cloth and put her hand between her loving mother's breathing without giving up. There was no trace of life there. Dong Ci shook his head. Unable to support his body any longer, he knelt on the ground and cried loudly.
How can it be
Dong Ci couldn't believe why God wouldn't even leave her last relative behind.
Really cold.
Dong Ci touched her mother's cold arm and felt as if she was in an ice cave. At this moment, Jing Rong hugged her tightly from behind. He hugged her so tightly, as if he had used all his strength, and it made Dong Ci's whole body hurt.
This was the time when she felt most insecure, and Jing Rong's painful embrace could warm her the most.
"Jing Rong, I only have you..." Unable to vent the grief in his heart, Dong Ci turned around and hugged Jing Rong tightly.
She was trembling all over because she was so sad. However, at this moment, Jing Rong put his wrist to her lips, and Dong Ci bit it without thinking.
An unspeakable hatred spread in her heart. She hated herself for being useless, hated Zhao Qingqing for killing her mother, and even hated the world.
The feeling of anger and helplessness almost overwhelmed her, so she bit his wrist hard, and when she tasted blood between her lips and teeth, her raging anger finally subsided a lot.
"Xiao Ci, don't be afraid."
Even though his wrist was bleeding, Jing Rong's face was still soft except that his face was slightly paler.
He allowed Dong Ci to bite him, put his arms around her waist and held her tightly in his arms, his heart close to his, and Jing Rong slowly closed his eyes.
"I will never leave you, I will always be by your side."
"We... will never be separated."
This sentence was like a curse, echoing in Dong Ci's mind over and over again. The force under her mouth finally weakened a lot, and then her eyes darkened and she fainted directly in Jing Rong's arms.
After Ci's mother passed away, Dong Ci also fell ill.
She was unconscious for several days and had a high fever. Doctors appeared in Jingzhai every day, and the whole house was enveloped in a depressing atmosphere.
During this period, Jing Rong refused to be visited by anyone. He moved all his work to Jing Zhai. In addition to working every day, he took care of Dong Ci. The darkness in his eyes became thicker and thicker, which made it difficult for him to come to see him every day Jiang Ming was trembling with fear as he filed the document.
"I advise you not to bother me!"
That day, as soon as Jiang Ming opened the door to Jing Rong's study, he saw his young master violently cutting off the video call from Mr. Jing.
The light in the study was a little dim. Jing Rong was wearing solid black clothes, with a pale face and thin lips. When he looked at Jiang Ming coldly, Jiang Ming almost knelt down in front of him.
"What's up?"
If Jing Rong once concealed all his anger, then since Dong Ci fell ill, he no longer controls himself. The cold aura on his body made the whole room lifeless, making people afraid to approach him.
"These are several projects that the company has recently negotiated. Because they involve large amounts of money,..."
"Take it away."
Jing Rong's cold voice frightened Jiang Ming into shutting up instantly. He was at a loss as he held up several plans and put them away.
He secretly glanced at the scene standing behind the desk and found a dagger stuck on the table not far from him. The handle of the knife is engraved with complex and complicated patterns, and the color is dark and very retro.
Jiang Ming watched helplessly as Jing Rong lifted the dagger, then put it in his hand and played with it carelessly. He boldly looked up to see Jing Rong's face, but Jing Rong immediately noticed him.
"What are you looking at?" Jingrong smiled with thin lips and her voice was light and cool.
His slender fingertips slowly traced along the tip of the blade. It was a very sharp knife. As he turned it over, the blade emitted a dazzling cold light, imprinted in Jing Rong's slightly narrowed black eyes, a coquettish and evil look. .
"these projects… "
"Let them watch."
A little accidentally, the sharp tip cut through Jing Rong's fingertips, and a few bright blood flowers were splashed on the cold white dagger, which was very dazzling.
Jiang Ming's hand hurt when he looked at it, but Jing Rong's face was expressionless, as if he couldn't feel the pain. Without looking at the wound on his hand, he held the dagger between his two fingers and threw it casually on the table. The blade stood upright. On the table.
"From today on, as long as the company doesn't go bankrupt, don't bother me."
"..." Jiang Ming stared blankly at the dagger, and he was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva.
Needless to say, Jing Rong didn't dare to provoke him again even if he was beaten to death to save his life.
…
When Dong Ci's health improved, it was already two weeks later.
After this ordeal, her body became more delicate than before, and her small face quickly became thinner, making her eyes look big, but lifeless.
"Xiao Ci, don't look at me like this."
Just after feeding her the medicine, Jing Rong raised his eyes and saw her fragile and helpless gaze. Jing Rong sighed slightly and couldn't bear to look at her eyes, so he covered them with his palms.
"I'm just a little cold." Dong Ci took his hand away, rolled up the quilt and leaned into his arms.
Seeing that Jingrong was just staring at her unblinkingly, she stretched out her fingertips and tugged on his sleeve, saying in a low voice. "You hug me."
As her body recovered, she gradually emerged from the shadow of her loving mother's departure, but she became extra clingy and liked to let Jingrong hold her.
Today, she is like a newborn kitten, immature and weak, unable to live without people.
"Is it still cold?"
Jing Rong frowned slightly when he picked her up. She was so light, so light and weightless. She was like a paper doll at this moment, and Jing Rong was afraid that he could break her if he hugged her hard.
"It's not cold anymore." Dong Ci yawned, rubbed his face against his chest, closed his eyes and said softly. "You have to hold me to sleep."
A trace of tenderness flashed in Jing Rong's eyes, and she curled her lips and smiled, "Okay."
From the time they got married, Jing Rong found that her sleep quality was very poor and she was easily awakened. So he often lit some soothing incense in the room to help her sleep, but this was of no use. Even in the later stages, she began to suffer from insomnia frequently.
The girl in his arms had fallen asleep, and there was a hint of warmth in her breath, which felt ticklish and comfortable on his chest. Since recovering from this illness, her insomnia seems to have improved and she can fall asleep easily.
Jing Rong touched her sharp little face and moved his fingertips down her cheek. Her skin was soft and warm, and it felt so good that he couldn't put it down.
This is his Xiaoci, the Xiaoci that only belongs to him.
Jing Rong held her slender wrist in his palm with a gentle squeeze of his hand. He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, thinking that it was time for his wife to take some good care of herself.
“…”
By the time Dong Ci's body fully recovered, it was already a few days later. She was so depressed at home that she finally persuaded Jing Rong to let her go to work.
"Finish your breakfast."
Jing Rong sat next to her, put the hot milk to her mouth, and patted her back gently. "Open your mouth."
"I… "
Before Dong Ci could say anything, Jing Rong poured a mouthful of milk into her mouth. She stared at him complainingly, and finally had no choice but to follow him and drink up the milk.
"I really can't eat anymore, please let me go." Since she recovered from her illness, Jing Rong has forced her to eat a lot of food every day. What she fears most now is that Jing Rong will sit next to her while eating. .
"Are you really full?"
Jing Rong put his hand on her belly and touched it, then nodded, took the coat and helped her put it on. "Let's go, I'll take you to work."
"..." Dong Ci finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Somehow, she always felt that Jing Rong was raising her like a pig now.
…
Dong Ci could finally go back to work. When she went to the office to sell her vacation to Wang Ming, she felt a little embarrassed.
She had been on leave for nearly a month. Fortunately, Wang Ming belonged to Jing Rong, otherwise she would have been asked to resign and leave long ago.
"You have just recovered from your illness. Please work with me for a while in the near future. I will not arrange work for you alone." With a fragile body like Dong Ci, Wang Ming was really afraid that she would be exhausted from her studio. It's hard to explain to someone when you're sick.
"Okay." She naturally didn't understand Wang Ming's thoughts.
In her opinion, although she can no longer design clothes by herself these days, it is still a good thing to be able to follow Wang Ming. After all, he is a professional designer, and Dong Ci knows that he can learn a lot of useful things by following him.
Later, Dong Ci gradually discovered that she came to this studio not so much to work, but to learn from Wang Ming.
Although loving mother is gone, the things she once promised to loving mother still have to be completed.
Not only does she want to fulfill her father's original regret, but she also wants to help her mother reopen the restaurant. Apart from Jing Rong, these are all her motivations now. As long as he thinks of these, Dong Ci's fighting spirit will be high.
"Dong Ci, this is the lunch that Mr. Jing asked me to bring to you."
It was clear that they had agreed that he would not interfere with her work, but while she was at work, he still controlled her meals.
Dong Ci took the lunch box Wang Ming brought to her with some embarrassment and whispered thank you.
"Oh, right."
She had just put the lunch box aside, and Wang Ming, who had already stepped out, retracted one foot. He seemed to remember something, coughed slightly, and said calmly. "Mr. Jing wants you to eat it while it's hot, um...eat it all."
He coughed again, as if he wanted to cover up some embarrassment. His voice wanted to be relaxed, but it looked extremely weird when paired with his paralyzed face. "He said that if you can't finish eating, he will come and watch you eat in person tomorrow,"
Dong Ci: "..."
…
It was already deep winter, and as the New Year was approaching, a heavy snow fell.
As soon as it dawned, the whole city was covered with snow. Jing Rong glanced sideways out the window and walked to the bed to touch his little wife, who was sleeping huddled in the bed, but she slapped her away.
"What are you doing?"
Dong Ci was on vacation today and was finally able to sleep in, but was forced to wake up by Jing Rong pinching his nose.
"Don't you like snow?"
Jing Rong picked her up from the bed with the quilt on her. He carried her to the window and opened the curtains. What he saw was a sheet of white snow.
"Wow-" Dong Ci's eyes flashed with surprise.
When Jing Rong lived by herself, although the house was gorgeous, it was cold and lifeless. Until Dong Ci became the mistress here, she changed the place bit by bit in her life. From inside to outside the house, there was a sense of warmth everywhere. The stock is warm.
The yard downstairs had been repaired by Dong Ci for a long time, and later Jingrong built a pond for her. Now looking down from the window, the entire garden is like a fairyland, the ground is spotless and there is not a single footprint.
"Does it look good?"
Seeing Dong Ci happy, Jing Rong's mood naturally improved. He leaned over and pecked her cheek, coaxing her with a smile. "Xiao Ci, do you want to go out and take a look?"
Dong Ci was completely sleepless at this time. She nodded obediently, holding Jing Rong's neck and smiling softly. "Aren't you going to the company today?"