private marriage

The assistant looked at him in surprise, but Ling Shaocheng did not soften his heart.

He was standing here, and Ling Nuanqing was so painful that she almost fainted when she was suturing, her lower lip was bitten, no matter how much she endured, a moan of pain still reached Ling Shaocheng's ears.

The man simply closed his eyes. At this moment, his heart was as hard as a rock, and no one could shake it.

The emergency room was air-conditioned, and Ling Shaocheng was covered in cold sweat standing there.

That stitch caused him a hundred times more pain than the stitches on his body. The assistant couldn't bear to watch, and retreated outside to wait.

Ling Nuanqing lay on the pillow, dripping with cold sweat, and the faces in front of her became blurred.She stared at the man's back, and he stood there like a sculpture, with a cold face and a cold heart.

She didn't know when she was sent to the ward, Ling Shaocheng simply went through the hospitalization procedures for her.

Ling Nuanqing was woken up by the pain. Ling Shaocheng was sitting on the edge of the bed with gauze wrapped around her wrist. He stood up after hearing the movement and stared at the person lying there expressionlessly.

Ling Nuanqing raised her hand, but found that she couldn't move it. She turned her head and saw that her hand was tied to the hospital bed.

She wanted to struggle, only to realize that her limbs were all tied up.

"You let me go!"

"I've had your mother informed, and she'll be here soon."

Ling Nuan's apricot eyes widened, wishing she could get up and fight him, "Don't tell her, do you want her to see me like this?"

"Yes!" Ling Shaocheng bent down, put his hands on her side, and said bluntly, "I want her to see you like this, know what you have done, and let her realize what her mother did. How sad."

Ling Nuanqing stood up straight, but she was so weak, and her hands and feet were bound, she couldn't touch Ling Shaocheng at all.

"No! Let me go!"

"Nuan Nuan, why do you insist on going against me?" Ling Shaocheng always felt that he had entered a dead end and couldn't turn back, "You want me to regret what I have done, don't you?"

Yuan Ying first went to Jin Zun's mansion, but did not find Ling Nuanqing there, but after waiting for a while, she got the news that she was in the hospital.

She rushed to the ward again in a hurry, but was stopped by Ling Shaocheng's assistant at the door.

"How's An'an? Is she in there?"

The assistant raised his hand and tapped on the door, "Mr. Ling."

"Let her in."

"Don't—" Ling Nuanqing was filled with grief and indignation, she kicked her legs, "Don't come in."

How could Yuan Ying see her appearance like this?
When the assistant heard her words, he didn't dare to let outsiders in, but Ling Shaocheng shouted towards the door, "Don't you understand what I said?"

When Yuan Ying rushed in, she immediately saw Ling Nuanqing on the hospital bed. Fortunately, the wound had been sutured and wrapped in gauze, so it was not as scary as before.

She walked to the bed, lowered her body but didn't dare to touch her face, "What's the matter? What happened?"

The door of the ward was open, the assistant looked at the time and urged Ling Shaocheng in embarrassment. "Mr. Ling, the clothes have been delivered, I'm afraid there is not enough time."

Ling Shaocheng took off his suit, pulled off his tie, and fixed his eyes on the person on the hospital bed, "You will stay here tonight, I have enough staff for you, if you feel uncomfortable, you can call a doctor."

Ling Nuanqing seemed to change her face in front of Yuan Ying, "Mom, I'm fine, I just accidentally hurt my hand."

"Who tied you up?" Yuan Ying said, wanting to untie her.

The assistant came over with a new set of clothes, Ling Shaocheng took it and walked directly into the bathroom of the single ward.

He changed his clothes and stood in front of the mirror, Ling Shaocheng stared at the extremely indifferent face inside, if it wasn't for the clear outline that was exactly the same as him, he would really doubt if this person was him.

Ling Shaocheng turned up the collar of his shirt, tying the tie methodically with his slender fingers, even his jawline was tense, fully interpreting a vicious look.

When he walked into the ward, Ling Nuanqing's hands and feet were free, but she didn't get up as eagerly as before.

Yuan Ying took her hand and kept asking her what's the matter, Ling Nuanqing could only force a smile, "Mom, I'm really fine, the glass at home broke and I cut my hand."

"I'll come to see you tomorrow morning." Ling Shaocheng left the sentence, walked out of the ward with long legs, Ling Nuanqing didn't know what else to say when the words came to his lips.

Just now, she seemed to have the urge to blurt out, telling him not to go, not to go, not to continue the wedding banquet.

But all her goals have been achieved, so what if Ling Shaocheng really stays here?
Ling Nuanqing felt sore, she saw him go out without hesitation, and gently closed the door behind her.

Since childhood, Ling Shaocheng has never left her like this.

She couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, Yuan Ying kept wiping her face with her hands, "Don't cry, does the wound hurt? I'll call the doctor over..."

"Mom," Ling Nuanqing took her hand, "I didn't cry."

A good pair of eyes were red, and she said she wasn't crying, Yuan Ying sat down beside the bed, Ling Nuanqing stood up on her elbows and leaned against her.

"Mom, I really want to go. I want to go back to our hometown with you, to pay respects to my father's grave, and to see those relatives at home..."

Yuan Ying patted Ling Nuanqing's back lightly, "Mom will listen to you on what you want to do and what to do."

Ling Nuanqing's tears fell in strings, her lips were trembling, but she tried her best not to let the crying come out of her throat. "good."

She couldn't leave like this, one can imagine that what Ling Shaocheng once said that he would keep her by his side was true.

Whenever he felt a little bit unbearable, in that case he would say, okay, I'll let you go.

Even if it's a lie?

Ling Shaocheng walked into the elevator, glanced at his watch, and the assistant said cautiously, "The old man kept calling, I didn't dare to answer."

"Let him wear it." Ling Shaocheng adjusted his tie in front of the elevator mirror.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ling."

Ling Shaocheng didn't criticize too much, "It's not your fault, even I can't do anything to her, let alone you."

The elevator quickly descended to the bottom floor, and as soon as the door opened, Ling Shaocheng walked out.

In the rest room of the hotel, Ni Lei was sitting in front of the vanity mirror in a daze. She had just finished putting on her makeup, but now she had a gloomy expression on her face.

Ling Shaocheng is afraid that he won't come over. Today's wedding is destined to become a farce.

She picked up the phone and wanted to make a call, but just as she dialed Ling Shaocheng's number, the door of the rest room was pushed open.

"The groom is here, the groom is here!"

Ni Lei pushed aside the chair and got up, picked up the hem of her skirt and walked out. Just as she came to the corridor, she saw Ling Shaocheng walking towards her.