The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

When Jiang Tinghe heard the request, Jiang Tingxia's eyes widened and she felt a sharp pain in her chest. She stood up angrily and grabbed Jiang Tinghe's shoulders as if she wanted to tear Jiang Tinghe to pieces.

Jiang Tingxia's voice was trembling with despair.

"Why are you doing this!"

"Why do you want to separate us!"

Jiang Tingxia was exhausted because of Li Changpu's matter. She was completely exhausted, her arms and legs were weak, and she had no strength in her whole body. Jiang Tinghe pushed Jiang Tingxia away and saw her sitting on the ground. Her black hair covered most of her face, and she looked messy and disheveled.

"Jiang Tingxia, I just can't bear to see you happy!"

"You thief, you stole everything from me! How can you be happy?"

"So, go away, go far away! Never come back!"

Jiang Tinghe looked at Jiang Tingxia, his tone full of threats, "If you don't agree," Jiang Tinghe said, suddenly picking up the three silver needles in his hand and stabbing them into his own legs.

Jiang Tingxia saw her legs go limp. Jiang Tinghe's face turned pale with pain, but she looked at Jiang Tingxia smugly and said, "As long as I can't stand up one day, I guarantee that no doctor in the Shuixi tribe will help Li Changpu. He can just wait to die."

"Li Changpu's fate depends on your choice."

Jiang Tinghe saw Jiang Tingxia glaring at her, but she was not panicked at all. Since Jiang Tingxia was willing to sacrifice so much for Li Changpu, as long as she could control Li Changpu, she would not be afraid that Jiang Tingxia would not agree.

Jiang Tingxia's eyes widened in disbelief, "Jiang Tinghe, you are really crazy. You actually did such a heavy thing to yourself just to avenge me!"

Jiang Tinghe looked crazy, and she felt an indescribable pleasure in her heart. "Yes, I am crazy. You can see it. I would rather use silver needles to prick myself into a paralytic day by day than to see you live a good life."

Facing Jiang Tinghe, whose eyes were blinded by hatred, Jiang Tingxia knew that there was no room for maneuver before her. Her heart seemed to be torn apart alive, and it was so painful that it made her bloody.

"Okay, Jiang Tinghe, I'll do as you wish."

Pearl-sized tears flowed down Jiang Tingxia's face, "I promise you, I will leave him."

Jiang Tingxia felt a bitter taste in her mouth. She bit her lips tightly until she smelled the sweet smell of blood. "As long as I leave, you can ask all the doctors to come back."

Jiang Tinghe disagreed, "It's not that simple."

"Jiang Tingxia, you think I'm stupid. Who knows if you will get back together with Li Changpu after I cure him? Then I wouldn't have worked in vain and done a good thing for you."

Jiang Tingxia even wanted to kill Jiang Tinghe.

"Then what do you want?"

Jiang Tinghe thought about it, and his eyes suddenly fell on Mo Yunyang next to Jiang Tingxia, "The young master of the Mo family."

"I remember that the Mo family fell some time ago, and your family fled abroad. Why didn't you leave?"

Jiang Tinghe made things difficult for Jiang Tingxia, so Mo Yunyang naturally didn't have a good temper towards her. He said with a stern face, "It has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Tinghe didn't care about Mo Yunyang's attitude. She rolled her eyes and asked, "Could it be that you stayed because of Jiang Tingxia?"

She said sarcastically, "You are really infatuated!"

Jiang Tinghe gritted his teeth and said, "Jiang Tingxia, you are so lucky. There are people who love and protect you everywhere. Even though Li Changpu is gone, there is still Mo Yunyang."

She pointed casually as if she was watching a show, "Why don't you just be with this guy named Mo?"

Jiang Tinghe's tone was a little anxious, like temptation, "You go with him, you can leave here, go abroad, anyway, the world is big, you are never allowed to come back."

In this way, the life stories of both of them will be buried forever with the departure of Jiang Tingxia.

How could Jiang Tingxia agree? "Jiang Tinghe, I warn you, there is nothing wrong between me and Brother Yun Yang. It's not as dirty as you say."

Jiang Tinghe didn't care what Jiang Tingxia said, "I just want you to destroy your own reputation."

She said with sarcasm, "You can come to your mother's house and force her to death after raising you for twenty years. You are already a rat that everyone wants to beat. If you add another crime, your reputation won't be much worse, right?"

"Go tell Li Changpu that you are with another man and you want to abandon this crippled man. He will hate you so much that he will never see you again. If you can do it, I will save him."

Jiang Tingxia subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to slap Jiang Tinghe, but stopped himself.

Tears welled up in her eyes, "Jiang Tinghe, you are so cruel."

Jiang Tinghe narrowed his eyes, "Compared to what you did to me, this is nothing."

What she wanted was Jiang Tingxia's life.

Everything before this was just an appetizer to play with her.

"Jiang Tingxia, do you agree?"

Jiang Tingxia clenched her fists, and every word she spoke next was like a knife stabbing her heart.

"I promise."

Jiang Tingxia's eyes flickered. Everything could be explained.

Once Jiang Tinghe agrees to call back all the doctors and cure Li Changpu's injury, she will come back and explain everything clearly.

Jiang Tingxia thought, he will believe me.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Jiang Tinghe seemed to see through Jiang Tingxia's inner thoughts and suddenly said, "I want you to swear."

Jiang Tingxia's fingers hidden in his sleeves trembled. Under Jiang Tinghe's gaze, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I swear."

"I swear to leave Li Changpu, leave him, go abroad, and never come back."

Jiang Tingxia kept repeating to herself that she would not leave like this. She had lied to that lunatic Jiang Tinghe and told him that her oath should not be taken seriously and the stories about ghosts and gods could not be trusted.

After swearing, Jiang Tingxia looked at Jiang Tinghe, "Are you satisfied now?"

At this moment, Jiang Tingxia was only worried about one thing, and that was Li Changpu's physical condition.

"If you are satisfied, call all the doctors back and do their best to treat my husband. Otherwise," Jiang Tingxia looked at Jiang Tinghe, her eyes red from congestion, "if there is any problem with his body, I will do everything I can."

"Kill you."

Jiang Tingxia's words sounded like a vicious curse, not a joke. It seemed like he was really going to pounce on her and strangle her neck, which made Jiang Tinghe feel scared.