Dangerous love of a wealthy family: a warrant for fleeing his wife at a sky-high price

After Jingshaji woke up, he didn't say a word, and he didn't eat anything.She just turned her head and looked out the window, no one knew what she was looking at or what she was thinking.

The door of the ward was gently pushed open.She didn't look back, but only vaguely realized that someone had walked in, stood by her bed for a while, and then sat gently on her bed.

The room was silent again.Jingshabuckthorn didn't turn her head to see who it was, and she just kept staring out of the dark window if the person didn't speak.

The door was pushed open and closed again, and she heard Qianqian call out in a low voice: "Sir?"

Jingshaji silently clenched his fists, stubbornly looking out the window and refusing to turn his head.

"What is this?" She heard Han Ziye ask.

"According to the doctor's order, I made some red date porridge for the young lady..." Qianqian fell silent at this point, and the room returned to silence after the sound of opening and closing the door.

"Come here, have something to eat." He said to her suddenly, his voice was very soft but she was still startled.

Jingshaji involuntarily grabbed the quilt and didn't speak or move.

Han Ziye stared at her, from him he could only see her back, in fact, he just realized that when he suddenly spoke, her back straightened up and became stiff.

He knew she didn't drink any water after waking up, so he couldn't help but come to see her, because to see her, he wiped off the blood on his face and changed into clean clothes to make himself look still intact without being damaged.He wanted to just take a look and leave, but when he saw her thin and thin back, Han Ziye's heart ached as if cut by a knife.

"Seathorn, turn around." His tone was a little commanding due to anxiety.Then, he saw her head turn around very slowly, and when he saw her face as pale as a piece of white paper, Han Ziye suddenly felt that even breathing became painful.

Staring silently, from her eyes, he saw fear and...a shallow hatred that he tried to suppress.

How can you not hate?But when he felt that he was fully prepared to face her hatred, just like the hatred he hated her, he found that her eyes on him were like knives, cutting his flesh with one knife. Heart.

He thought that he was already used to hatred, and he was used to the loneliness of being in a high place since he was a child. He never thought of the word "abandon", because in his dictionary, he was always alone, why was he alone? Talk about abandonment?But at this moment, he suddenly felt that she was about to abandon him...

Almost uncontrollably, he finally couldn't help stretching out his hand distressedly to touch her haggard and pale cheek, and she immediately turned her head away to avoid him.

"Am I just a kitten or puppy to you?... Treat me better if you're happy, and slap me if you're not..." She asked him weakly.His hand was just hanging in the air, and after listening to her tired voice, it took him a while to realize that he should take it back.

"Eat something to hate me even if you hate me, otherwise you won't even have the strength to escape from me." His voice was still cold, and he stood up and put the bowl of jujube porridge that Qianqian had boiled on the table. On the bedside table.

"It's up to you whether you want to eat or not." He told her coldly, took one last look at her, and resolutely turned and left.But the moment he closed the door, Han Ziye leaned against the door as if collapsed.

Seeing this, Qianqian who was guarding the door hurried over to help him.

"Don't worry about me." Han Ziye avoided Qianqian's support, but reminded him worriedly, "...she hasn't eaten anything yet..."