Flash marriage contract, the abstinent president changed his gender

The melon got eaten by himself, and Yin Liting felt uneasy and terrible that day.

In the office, after signing the document at hand, he threw down the pen in annoyance, took out his mobile phone, and clicked on Yu Qingluo's message box. The message was still on the day when he and Zhu Nianqing had dinner and the two of them had a showdown.

[Yuanbao misses you]

Even the fact that she missed him was expressed so tactfully. How could she have ever been so compromising and cautious?

If it weren't for all this mess, he would definitely be very happy, right?

She cares about him and this marriage.

Cherish it as much as he does.

pity--

It was like something he often did these days, reading back and forth every line and every word of hers. Every time he read it, Yin Liting felt like a current of warmth and strength was injected into his heart, and he had a different feeling.

His eyes fell back on the last line and his fingertips paused.

These days, he came to block the door every now and then, but she never looked for him once?

"You clever, stupid woman, you want me to speak first and compromise first when you want to make peace? You're using your trick on me, but do you know that this is what I really meant?"

This might be his last real possession of her time.

It has been nearly half a month since he came back. After meeting Zhu Nianqing, he seemed to have only had one attack, and it was not very serious. He rarely showed any abnormalities during the day. Even the medicine specially matched from Jiang Tuo was almost useless. Yin Liting didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

For the sake of his health, he should choose Zhu Nianqing, but secretly he really wanted her more, but the torture of his body became a shackle that bound him.

Why can't we have both?

Is he destined to have no choice in this life?

Although his mood had calmed down, Yin Liting's mind began to clamor for unwillingness. He checked the time, stood up, and went to make a cup of coffee.

He waited in a daze until the end of the get off work day. That day, Yin Liting did not stay long on purpose. He only stayed for ten minutes before packing up and hurried out of the company.

However, unexpectedly, the door was empty.

She didn't come?

His heart suddenly felt empty, and Yin Liting slowed down his steps as he turned to the side.

He took out his cell phone, turned it on and off, and walked towards the parking space for more than half an hour. However, no matter how he looked around, the familiar figures and familiar vehicles did not appear.

Did you give up so quickly?

Yes!

Thinking of this, Yin Liting's heart seemed to be completely hollowed out and stuffed with heavy stones. Finally, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, opening and closing the lighter but not lighting it.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but the gas in the lighter had all run out, and the cigarette in his mouth remained the same. Coming back to his senses, Yin Liting couldn't help but curl his lips in self-mockery.

After taking down the cigarette, he was about to find a trash can to throw it away, but when he looked down, he saw the lighter in his hand that was carved with a three-dimensional tiger head. It was shining with golden light and looked lifelike, as if it was brand new and had never been used.

This set of twelve zodiac tiger head lighters seemed to be something I got from Zhu Nianqing at the same time.

As she recalled, after they met and she knew he had a smoking habit, she would always carry a lighter with her and even gave him a faucet as a birthday present.

She even joked that she wanted to see if he could collect all twelve Chinese zodiac signs from her in his lifetime.

Yin Liting couldn't remember how many he took from her, what they were, and how many he used, but he knew roughly that there must be more than one.

In fact, she has always been very attentive to him.

If he had not met Yu Qingluo, he would have accepted her. Why is he unwilling to compromise now that his physical condition is so serious that he can't bear the burden?

He fumbled with the lighter in his hand for a few times, and finally turned it back to the trash can on the side of the door and threw it in.

The security guard raised his eyes and saw him, and habitually stepped forward to greet him:

"President."

"Well, is there a fire?"

The security guard searched all his pockets and finally took one out from his colleague, explaining:

"Boss, we supervise each other during work hours and don't smoke."

"Ah."

Nodding in agreement, Yin Liting flicked his lighter, but in the end he didn't light it. Instead, he threw the cigarette away and chatted with the security guard. He then casually asked about Yu Qingluo's whereabouts.

"You mean the pretty lady that the special assistant asked to release? She came here almost every day last week, but I don't think I saw her today."

"We didn't make it difficult for her, but she was quite strange. She always said she was looking for her husband, but she never told us what her husband's name was or who he was. We wanted to help but there was nothing we could do."

"Assistant Fang told her not to go in, but she didn't block the door and waited on the side. We, we didn't chase her away—"

While talking, the security guard also paid attention to Yin Liting's expression. Seeing that he nodded and said nothing, he felt relieved. He was still wondering who that woman was and why the big boss was asking about her.

However, once he was sure that she didn't come, Yin Liting turned and left.

……

On the other side, the car received a call from the hospital halfway through the journey, and Yu Qingluo hurried to see his aunt.

When he heard that she was recovering well but needed another injection of targeted stabilizing drugs (which was not necessary but the doctor strongly recommended), his uncle asked her to go and discuss it.

It’s good news, Yu Qingluo naturally agreed.

Seeing that the eldest aunt was the most opposed, with a bad face but kept saying that she was already well, that the medicine was uncomfortable, and that she wanted to be discharged early, how could Yu Qingluo not see the embarrassment and dilemma of the two:

"Aunt, this is your last shot. How can you give up now and fail? Is this shot expensive? Are you short of money?"

"My cousin will be back soon. My aunt has endured till this point. No matter how much money it costs, we have to get it together and treat her."

"Have you forgotten that you have a rich niece and nephew-in-law?"

"If I can't take it out, I can borrow it. If I give up on you now, won't I have to suffer more in the future? I won't be able to spend a penny less by then. Uncle and aunt, don't bother talking to me about your face now."

"Aunt, do you really think that taking medicine is uncomfortable and worse, or do you just want to save money?"

After a few words, Yu Qingluo asked her aunt so much that she lowered her head. She turned her eyes to the bedside, and the eldest uncle of the Yu family said:

"This injection is quite expensive. The doctor said one injection costs 70,000 or 80,000 yuan. But it is said that this directional stabilization injection can basically eliminate the remaining hidden dangers, at least guaranteeing that there will be no recurrence for ten years, and there will be no more cost for recurrence. However, the targeted points may be more than one, and the doctor said that in her case, the minimum cost is 200,000 yuan, and the maximum is 500,000 or 600,000 yuan."

"If I had money, I would really like to treat your aunt, but Luoluo, people are like this, and our family conditions..."

As he spoke, Uncle Yu's eyes turned red and he couldn't help but wipe away his tears:

He is useless.

But they have already burdened Yu Qingluo too much.

In his heart, he was reluctant to give up such an opportunity, but at this moment, he couldn't say whether to lend it or not, and he couldn't get over it in his heart if he didn't lend it.