Prison Marriage

Tan Jin almost jumped and followed He Qingzhao, his steps were too big and too fast, Tan Jin couldn't keep up.

And the left foot seemed to remind her of its existence all the time. She was always thinking about what He Qingmao said just now in her head, so that she didn't notice that her shoes were not worn yet.

Someone in the store broke the plate, but He Qingzhao didn't care, and took Tan Jin over with big strides.

After leaving the restaurant, He Qingmao threw Tan Jin into the passenger seat arbitrarily. His anger had already made him forget that Fang Qiaoai existed. He sat in the driver's seat and held the steering wheel tightly.

"What the hell..." His fist hit the steering wheel heavily, and the veins on his forehead hadn't completely faded away.

"How long are you going to fight with him?"

He Qingzhao started the car. He deliberately didn't look at Tan Jin who was beside him, but he didn't wait for a response. When he turned around, he saw Tan Jin's face was pale and he was paralyzed powerlessly.

He was a little flustered, but his tone was extraordinarily cold.

"What’s wrong with you……"

Tan Jin didn't speak, He Qingzhao suddenly understood something, looked at Tan Jin's left foot.

There is a crack on the inside of Tan Jin's bare left foot, which may have just been scratched by a stone on the ground.

Blood was pouring out, and Tan Jin's face became more and more ugly.

"Your feet are hurt like this, why don't you talk?" He Qingmao took off his white shirt and wrapped it around Tan Jin's feet. He immediately started the car and called the family doctor.

"Immediately! Immediately, come to my house! Bring your full gear! My wife's foot is scratched, understand?"

He Qingmao regretted a little, why didn't he hold Tan Jin out?
wife?He just said his wife?

Tan Jin was a little weak, and she grabbed He Qingzhao's slightly trembling right hand.

"It's okay, I'll be home in a while, and I'll be fine when I get home."

He Qingmao was anxious like never before. He didn't know why he was so panicked all of a sudden. This woman really made him worry.

Tan Jin was in a daze, as if she had returned to the heavy rain that summer. They ran wildly in the rain, the little boy protected her head, and comforted her while running: "Don't be afraid, we will be home soon..."

Tan Jin smiled, still saying the same thing, but the man in front of him is no longer the little boy who loved him back then.

Tan Jin was six years old that year, at the age when he was carefree. At that time, the man in front of him, just like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty said to marry Chen Ajiao, made a lifelong promise to Tan Jin, but...

Tan Jin's consciousness became more and more blurred, and the people in front of him were getting farther and farther away.

"Qingmao, you just said that my woman..."

Before Tan Jin could finish speaking, he passed out, but He Qingzhao was so focused on driving that he didn't even notice that Tan Jin had passed out, but he kept wanting to get home quickly.

Flying back to the first courtyard, he realized that Tan Jin was unconscious.

He picked up Tan Jin, kicked open the door, and shouted, "Where's the doctor?"

The doctor sitting on the sofa over there immediately ran over when he heard the sound. He wiped the sweat from his forehead in a panic, and asked He Qingzhao to put Tan Jin on the sofa.

He Qingmao gently put down Tan Jin, "Quick, stop her bleeding."

The doctor's hands trembled.

I just came to the first courtyard last night, and I came again today. This lady is really in a lot of trouble.

Fortunately, there was a hemostatic drug in the box. He disinfected the wound, applied local anesthesia, and prepared to sew it up.

"Sir, madam, how did you get this injury?"

While suturing, the doctor asked He Qingmao beside him. He Qingmao's face returned to calm, and he replied flatly: "Maybe it was scratched by something."

The doctor was a little surprised. The tone of the husband on the phone just now was not like this at all. Why now?

But he still doesn't talk much.

After cutting off the last thread, he told He Qingmao to take Tan Jin to the hospital for reexamination.

He Qingzhao nodded, the doctor packed up his things and left.

He Qingmao looked at Tan Jin who was still unconscious on the sofa. It stands to reason that the blood loss just now would not make him unconscious. Why is this woman so hypocritical.

He hugged Tan Jin helplessly, only to realize that she was so thin.

Why didn't I find that she was so thin before, and didn't she eat well?No wonder the body is so weak, who can blame this?One day I knew to go out to fool around, and the other day I collapsed outside, and no one collected the body.

When he arrived at the bedroom, He Qingzhao kicked open the door and found out that it was his own room. He shook his head, maybe this woman really upset him recently, since Xiao Ai came back, she hasn't had a day of peace.

He Qingmao put Tan Jin on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and sat on the side of the bed, picked up the pad beside the bed.
I planned to watch the news to relieve my boredom, but just as I turned to the entertainment news, I was attracted by a photo on the headline.

Such a familiar photo seems to be one of those photos that I threw on Tan Jin's face that day. I never gave it to anyone. Director Sun, who arranged for surveillance, is also someone I trust. How did it get out?

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out, so He Qingzhao immediately contacted Director Sun.

But Director Sun insisted that he had never leaked it, and all the negatives were given to He Qingzhao, maybe other paparazzi took the same picture.

He Qingmao hung up the phone and took a closer look. Indeed, there was indeed some discrepancy between this photo and what he saw that day.

He Qingmao didn't intend to read any further, but a certain sentence in the first line of the text below, being impartial, fell into his eyes.

"...Tan Jin has a close relationship with Mo Xiangbei, the incoming president of Shen Group..."

Shen?Upcoming?Mo Xiangbei?
He Qingmao's head seemed to explode, no wonder Mo Xiangbei came back, it turned out that he wanted to inherit the family business.

The Shen Group is not a character to be easily messed with, but this Tan Jin is also the chief designer of Shen's jewelry...

At this time, the person on the bed broke the silence, and He Qingmao realized that the sky outside the window had darkened, and it seemed that it was going to rain again.

He Qingmao turned his head to look at Tan Jin who was still awake, put down the pad, and leaned against the large bedside table.

Menlei was rumbling, and He Qingzhao's head was getting more and more confused, and his headache was almost cracked. He stood up staggeringly, walked to the next room, looked at the row of painkillers on the cabinet, and swallowed them indiscriminately. A few grains.

so bitter.

Does she usually take such bitter medicine?
The headache relieved a lot, He Qingmao looked down at himself, only to realize that he was still wearing the vest under his shirt.

Back in his room, the moment he opened the door, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and heavy rain followed by thunderstorms.

The person on the bed was a little restless, twisting restlessly, He Qingzhao found a shirt for himself, and continued to sit by the bed, while Tan Jin hugged his hanging arm like this.

Some discomfort, but He Qingmao still held back.

……

The next morning, when Tan Jin woke up, she was still a little confused. After all, it was He Qingzhao who was sleeping beside her, and she was hugging his arm.

She hastily pulled out her hand.

I almost don't remember what happened yesterday, I just remember that I fainted, and I have no idea how I fainted.

Tan Jin sat up gently, wondering that He Qingzhao didn't take his arm away last night.

It may be that the range of movement affected the wound on his left foot, and there was a burst of severe pain. Only then did Tan Jin remember that his left foot was injured again, and this time, it was really thanks to He Qingzhao.

She shook her head, thinking about what she was going through now, which had nothing to do with him.

So Tan Jin wanted to check the condition of his left foot, but unexpectedly, there was too much movement, which disturbed He Qingmao who was sleeping soundly.

He Qingmao opened his eyes angrily. He didn't speak, but silently tidied up his clothes, found the shirt from the closet, and planned to take a shower.

"Wait a minute..." Tan Jin hesitated, but she still wanted to know what he meant by what he said yesterday.

He Qingmao turned his head, with a trace of impatience on his indifferent face.

"Is it true what you said yesterday?" Tan Jin looked at He Qingmao at the door expectantly.

"fake."

He Qingmao opened the door and closed it heavily. Tan Jin sat on the bed and looked at the direction He Qingmao was leaving. She hated herself for being so cheap. She knew that he could not have any love for her, but she still took chances.

She smiled, looked at her gauze-bound left foot, and silently scolded herself for being too stupid.

At this time, the pad placed on the bedside table suddenly rang. Tan Jin didn't intend to look at it, but curiosity drove her to pick it up. The pad didn't have a password, so it was convenient for customers to view the pictures.

But because of this, Tan Jin also saw something that he shouldn't have seen.

It was Fang Qiaoai, who sent a screenshot.

And the content was the headline news that He Qingzhao saw last night. Tan Jin read the content on the screenshot over and over again in disbelief. Rumors were clearly rumors!Can rumors like this make headlines, too?

Tan Jin was so angry that even He Qingzhao didn't notice when he came in.

"I hate it when people go through my things, go back to your room." He Qingzhao snatched the pad from Tan Jin's hand back, and looked at Tan Jin who looked like a voyeur with contempt.

Tan Jin smiled, "You asked Fang Qiao to do this?"

He Qingzhao looked at Tan Jin indifferently, but did not speak.

Tan Jin sneered and said, "Mr. He, your methods are really clever."

Tan Jin rolled over and got out of bed, the cold ground cut her soles like a knife, but the most painful thing was her heart.

She walked out of He Qingmao's room without looking back.

The pain in her left foot was excruciating. Even though it hurt, she still gritted her teeth and limped without walking.

Is it not enough that I have been hurt?

I want to get rid of it, but there is no way at all.

Lying on the bed, there was a large wedding photo of them hanging on the opposite wall. Tan Jin on it had a pretty smile, while He Qingzhao was as indifferent as ever.

She jumped up from putting it on, rushed to the side of the wedding photo, tore off the wedding photo, and threw it out vigorously. There was a swimming pool under the balcony. She watched the wedding photo spin a few times on the water, and then sank quickly.

Tan Jin limped into the bedroom, only to find He Qingzhao standing at the door.

"Why are you crazy? Afraid that others will not know about you?"

Tan Jin smiled happily, as if these things had nothing to do with her.

"That's enough, the old man wants to see us." After finishing speaking, He Qingmao left.

And Tan Jin stopped laughing, Grandpa He?