If We Cannot Grow Old Together

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Mu Ziyou had a dream where there was Qiaosheng’s gentle look and mom’s amiable and affectionate smile.

She wakes up crying. Feeling that her tears are tenderly wiped away, she slowly opens her eyes.

“Youyou, honey, are you awake?” The man in front of her is wearing a doctor’s white coat and looking at her with a loving and distressed look.

Mu Ziyou can’t believe her eyes. “Qin Yang! Is it really you? You… Aren’t you in Japan?”

His tone is extraordinarily gentle, just like before, casting a beam of warm light into her heart.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well, my family all came back and I was assigned to work in this hospital.” Qin Yang touches her soft hair on the top of her head with a smile and asks her with concern, “You are not doing well?”

“Qin Yang, I am OK. These… I owe these to him. I deserve them.” Mu Ziyou shakes her head with a bitter smile.

Hearing her saying this, Qin Yang’s expression changes. He can’t help shaking her shoulders and growls:

“Li Qiaosheng’s father died in the car accident to protect you just because he owed it to your mother. You owe nothing to Li Qiaosheng. Do you understand?

Mu Ziyou droops her head and the past events unrolled in her mind one by one. She covers her chest with a hand cupping on it as comfort and tears pour down uncontrollably. “But… Seeing Qiaosheng being that painful, I am also… ”

“Mu Ziyou, you lust for man so much that you can even flirt with a random doctor in the hospital?”

Outside the door stands Li Qiaosheng, looking at them without any expression.

He has just wanted to check on her, but unexpectedly heard the voice of a strange man.

“Not like that, Qiaosheng…”

Before Mu Ziyou can explain, Li Qiaosheng’s fist directly smashes into Qin Yang’s face. Taken off guard, Qin Yang is hit and blood runs down the corner of his mouth.

Mu Ziyou covers her mouth out of surprise. However, Qin Yang goes on with the conversation after he calms down and even gracefully wipes the blood off his face:

“Nice to meet you, Li Qiaosheng. This is Qin Yang, Youyou’s Good Friend. Just now we were only having a small talk about the good old days. Please don’t misunderstand.”

“Are you finished? If so, get out now!” Li Qiaosheng is so agitated, inexplicably agitated.

Qin Yang was still worried when Mu Ziyou gives him a reassuring look telling him to leave.

This scene was totally seen by Li Qiaosheng, which makes him feel suffocated with agitation like a big ball of cotton has been stuck in his heart.

As soon as Qin Yang leaves the room, Li Qiaosheng presses her to the hospital bed, holding her two wrists in one hand above her head and tugging violently at her pants with the other hand. He utters some bad words ferociously at the same time: “Whenever I wanted to make love to you before, you would decline with all kinds of excuses. While now you are so willing to throw yourself on him. You are really the same as your mother, the old …”

Before the word “whore” comes out of his mouth, being extremely sad and irritated, Mu Ziyou smashes her forehead directly into Qiaosheng’s chin with great force… “My mom is not like what you think of! You can’t talk about her like that!”

Li Qiaosheng is so irritated that he bursts into a cold laughter. With no more arguing, he turns to the nurse nearby and orders, “Come on, draw a bag of blood from her and send it to patient Xia Wanyan in Room VIP08.”

“No, I won’t give her any bit of my blood because it is she who framed me for the naked loan matter. Li Qiaosheng, will you believe me this time? Will you?” In complete despair, Mu Ziyou can only hear the buzzing noise around her.

The nurse is trying to dissuade him, explaining that it is not the right situation in which blood can be drawn. But will a man in a rage listen to her?

He just looks at the woman in the bed with sheer hatred in his eyes. “Damn, I will never trust you! You like pretending to be a victim so as to earn mercy from people, just like your mother, don’t you?”

“I told you I didn’t…” She growls, only to be clutched by the neck by Li Qiaosheng.

“You owe me. You owe Wanyan. You owe the whole Li family. Do you think you can pay off with just a little blood?”

His voice seems to be coming from the hell while her eyes become more and more blurred.

Li Qiaosheng, if I die, can I free myself from all the sufferings?

She stares at the ceiling dully. Suddenly everything went silent around her. What she can see is Li Qiaosheng’s lips opening and closing. But the sight becomes more and more obscure…