until she breathed her last, finally still. Thinking about how Liangliang was dragged by the car for tens of meters without dying, struggling on the ground like a fish out of water, I felt a sense of...Jian Tong slept until the afternoon before waking up. Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps her fever was truly severe; her body was very weak.

When she awoke, opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was a white ceiling. At that moment, she was still hazy and confused, unsure of where she was.

"You awake"

A magnetic voice, suddenly arose.

Jian Tong's heart skipped a beat, she instinctively turned her head. By her bedside, the man was sitting elegantly in an armchair, a document in his hand.

When Jian Tong looked over, the man's narrow phoenix eyes twitched slightly as he briefly lifted his gaze from the document in his hand and glanced at her: "Are you hungry"

He asked a question, then withdrew his gaze, refocusing on the documents in his hands.

Her lips were dry and chapped. She turned her head to look around, "Mr. Shen brought me to the hospital, thank you, Mr. Shen. I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Mr. Shen."

Shen Xiujin tightened his grip on the file, and suddenly, he found himself strangely bothered by that rough voice.

Thank you, Mr. Shen. I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Shen... Besides these, is there anything else she said to herself

The man remained silent. Jian Tong lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze.

With a "whoosh," the sound of paper turning.

"Swoosh" went another sound.

Swish, swish, swish....

Shen Xiujian remained silent, as did Jian Tong. They simply continued to pore over the files.

Awkward, with a touch of harmony.

An eerie atmosphere, no one dared to break.

Ultimately, it was Jian Tong who couldn't hold back first.

"Mr. Shen."

She parted her lips and whispered.

The man by the bed was doing his own thing, oblivious to her calls.

Jian Tong: "..."

After a while, Jian Tong became even more impatient: "Mr. Shen"

This time, the voice was louder.

But in response, there was only a "shush" sound, the slight rustle of paper turning over.

“ ...” After a while: “Mr. Shen” This time, the voice was finally a bit louder.

"Anything" The man lowered the file in his hand, raising an eyebrow gracefully at Jian Tong.

"Is Qin Mumu okay"

Boom!

Boom!

Even with Shen Xiuqin's exceptional cultivation and forbearance, they were utterly shattered by Jian Tong's single sentence!

"Jian Tong, haven't you gone too far with the Mary Mother thing You look like this, and you're worried about others when you wake up"

Jian Tong bit her lip and looked earnestly at Shen Xiuqin: "Mr. Shen is wrong, I pleaded for her, asking Mr. Shen to spare her life and give her a healthy body. As for the rest, Mr. Shen, you are free to decide."

"I still thought you, a saint, could be friends and sisters with those who hurt you at every turn." The man's words were a blatant sarcasm.

Jian Tong didn't retort, she just looked at Shen Xiu Jin very seriously: "She is your employee, Mr. Shen can punish her. I only beg Mr. Shen this time, let her off the hook."

As for the future, where else did Qin Mumumu provoke President Shen How President Shen decides to deal with her is up to him. I guarantee that I will never plead for her again.” She emphasized once more:

"I won't ever want to owe another life for the rest of my days."

That feeling is like carrying a huge debt on your back.

Shen Xiujin looked at the woman in bed with a complex expression.

Have you finally admitted it, Jian Tong

"You've finally admitted it, haven't you That you owe someone your life"

"Jian Tong, don't admit it."

Jian Tong, three years ago you could grit your teeth and refuse to admit it, then three years later when you come out, don't admit it either.

"How is it Can't bear the mental torture"

Jian Tong lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes covering the indifference in her eyes, and blocking out everything else.

Three years ago, Shen Xiujing said this to her. She would definitely explain, she would definitely explain with all her might.

Three years from today, she won't be able to.

Jian Tong is no longer Jian Tong. Without her backbone, she has lost her soul. Without a soul, is she still Jian Tong

It was just a coincidence that she shared the same name as Jian Tong, the former celebrated heiress of the prominent Jian family in S City.

“Speak, I told you to speak. Do you have nothing to explain” A chill spread across the man’s icy face, but in his deep eyes, a glimmer of something he himself didn't know – expectation – flickered. He was waiting for her explanation.

Maybe, if she explained it casually, he would understand.

Jian Tong remained unmoved... Explanation

Three years ago, she knelt before the iron gate of Shen's courtyard. She knelt through a whole rainy night, but couldn't get even five minutes of his time to explain herself.

What can be explained today

"Jail, I've been in. Punishment, I've endured." Jian Tong spoke slowly, his voice rough but strangely poignant: "Explanations, whether given or withheld, are now irrelevant."

She suddenly fixed her gaze on Shen Xiujin: "Or, Mr. Shen, do you want to throw me in there again How long this time Three years, five years Ten years"

The indifference in her eyes, as if she didn't care at all, as if this matter of paramount importance to others was utterly inconsequential to her.

Shen Xiujin's face was tense, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the woman on the bed, a strange anger in them.

"Yes, whether explained or not, it's already excessive. Explaining or not explaining, you've already admitted it with your own mouth, you owe a life." Shen Xiujin's eyes were cold: "Then what are you going to use to repay this life!"

"Will half my life be enough to repay you" Jian Tong said lightly, "I'm not sure, maybe in my next life I'll continue repaying. If it's still not clear then, I'll keep repaying. There will always be a day when I can pay it all back."

She didn't say any more: "I owe a life, but it has nothing to do with Xia Wei Ming,"

Because she has already said so, and he doesn't believe it.

"Mr. Shen, what time is it"

5:30.

Jian Tong let out an "oh" and said, "Then I have to go to work."

As she spoke, she lifted the blanket and got out of bed.

One hand pressed down on her, Shen Xiujian said, “Today I’ll give you a sick leave.”

"I don't need it."

Shen Xiujin suddenly narrowed his eyes: "You don't need it Jian Tong, your body, what is missing, you don't know You don't need to rest Hmm"

Jane was struck dumb!

She widened her eyes suddenly, her palm clenching into a fist!

But even so, it couldn't hold back the trembling of my palm!

He actually said it!

He actually blurted out the thing she hated being known about, right in front of her!

And the culprit behind this whole thing is him!

"Mr. Shen, I know what's missing! I don't need you to remind me!" Her breathing was trembling, her eyes bloodshot:

"All of this is thanks to your kindness and generosity. It's all your doing. You don't need to remind me over and over again how I have received your kindness and care!"

Anger, pain, anguish!

Shen Xiujin, this is the pain you gave me, yet you still come to pour salt on the wound!Xiujin slowly regained consciousness.“I nearly had a heart attack! You’re finally awake.” Xichen let out half a sigh of relief: “You were showing off, after arriving in Dali you didn't take any time t...