After Time Traveling, I was Forced to Marry a Wealthy Family

At eight o’clock in the morning, Gu Huai’s cellphone rang by the bedside.

Mu Ci was still sound asleep. When he heard the sound, he turned over impatiently. Gu Huai had just returned from his outdoor workout, taken a shower, and headed over to answer the call from the small balcony.

“What’s up? What’s going on?” Mu Ci frowned, waking up in confusion. He happened to see Gu Huai making a call on the balcony. Listening subconsciously, after two minutes, Gu Huai walked back in and smiled upon seeing that Mu Ci was awake. “If you’re not sleepy, get up. What do you want for breakfast?”

Mu Ci asked, “Whose number was that?”

“Nothing important.” Deep down, Gu Huai was unwilling to cut short their vacation.

Mu Ci looked at him stubbornly. “I heard Zheng Xuran’s name.”

“Your ears are really good,” Gu Huai silently mourned for his prematurely interrupted vacation for a second, and then said truthfully, “Zheng Xuran had an accident. It was a car accident.”

Mu Ci sat up suddenly and lifted the quilt. “I want to go back.”

Gu Huai disagreed. In this situation, what would happen even if Mu Ci went back? He was neither a doctor nor a god. Would he be of any help to Zheng Xuran’s condition? It would be better to stay on the island with him for a few days.

So, Gu Huai said, “But the helicopter mobilization will take at least two days to prepare. How about you…”

Mu Ci looked back at him while getting dressed and said firmly, “You are lying.”

Gu Huai sighed. “Okay, we can leave at noon.”

Mu Ci was so eager to check on Zheng Xuran that he directly asked the helicopter to be parked on the rooftop of the hospital. As soon as he got off the plane, he rushed towards the stairs as if he were flying. Unable to hold back, Gu Huai had to catch up quickly.

Zheng Xuran was seriously injured, but fortunately, his life was not in danger. After a night of rescue, he was transferred from the ICU to the VIP ward, a single room, and the conditions were very good. Although Jing Zheng was a bastard, at least he never treated his subordinates poorly.

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When Mu Ci went in panting, Zheng Xuran was sitting on the bed reading a book. When he heard the voice, he turned around and smiled at Mu Ci. “You got here pretty fast.”

Zheng Xuran’s forehead was bandaged, and his upper body looked fine. Mu Ci breathed a sigh of relief and walked in slowly. “What’s going on? What did the doctor say?”

Zheng Xuran lowered his eyes. “I don’t know yet; the young master is talking to the doctor outside… But I only know it was my right leg that got injured, I don’t know how serious it is.”

He paused, and the leg under the quilt seemed to tremble. He exhaled. “It seems that I can’t move for the time being, but I took a painkiller injection, and it’s not too painful.”

“It should be fine,” Mu Ci had blind trust in modern medical treatment. Besides, he had broken his leg before, and it was cured, wasn’t it? Now he could walk like flying without leaving any sequelae.

“I hope so,” Zheng Xuran subconsciously looked at the door, and Jing Zheng was outside.

Mu Ci didn’t know what to say, so he could only do what Zheng Xuran did to him before, sitting by the bed and peeling apples for him. Gu Huai was afraid that his fingers would be peeled off if he were not careful with his limbs, so he gently took the fruit knife and started peeling it himself.

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After a while, the ward door was pushed open. Zheng Xuran turned his head eagerly and watched Jing Zheng walk in.

Mu Ci noticed that Zheng Xuran’s eyes lit up instantly, with endless nostalgia and admiration. He asked softly, “Young master, how is my injury? When can I be discharged from the hospital?”

Jing Zheng’s face looked a little strange. He looked at Zheng Xuran, there was a bit of regret in his eyes, as if a beautiful decoration that he loved very much was accidentally broken. Although it was a pity, he could only throw it away.

Mu Ci was very sensitive and had a bad premonition almost instantly. He wanted to stand up, but Gu Huai held him down and signaled him to calm down.

Jing Zheng walked to the hospital bed, looked at Zheng Xuran condescendingly, and said slowly, “Your right leg has been fractured. You will never be able to stand up in this life. You can only rely on a wheelchair and crutches to move around.”

The expression on Zheng Xuran’s face froze instantly. He seemed to realize something and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the sound that came out was only a murmur, “No, no… The Jing family doesn’t need a waste, this is what I told you a long time ago.”

Jing Zheng looked at him with a little regret, took a bank card and put it on the bedside, “The money in it is enough for you to live the rest of your life without worries. Your salary this month will be paid according to the annual settlement, and the house will be prepared for you. After you are discharged from the hospital, I will transfer the ownership, so you don’t have to go back to Jing Mansion.” After that, he leaned over and kissed Zheng Xuran on the lips, and said softly, “Goodbye.”

Zheng Xuran was sitting there, seemingly completely stunned. He couldn’t see Jing Zheng’s expression, couldn’t hear his voice, and his whole body felt as if he had been hit in the head with a sap, and his body was numb.

It wasn’t until Jing Zheng stood up to leave that Zheng Xuran seemed to suddenly wake up. He didn’t know where he got the strength to throw himself off the bed, crawled towards Jing Zheng with difficulty, grabbed his trousers and begged, “Please, young master, don’t abandon me. I can still work for you, I will work hard, please…”

This was the first time Mu Ci had seen him cry. Even when he was tortured by the drug last time, he didn’t see Zheng Xuran shed a tear. Now he was completely broken and falling apart!

Gu Huai glanced at Jing Zheng dissatisfied, “Are you just going to leave him here and ignore him?”

Jing Zheng took a step forward, avoided Zheng Xuran’s hand, shrugged, and said, “You can stay if you want, just give him a company.”

Mu Ci glared at Jing Zheng under Gu Huai’s hand. If Gu Huai hadn’t grabbed him and held him down, he would have definitely grabbed the fruit knife on the bed and stabbed this bastard to death!

It wasn’t until Jing Zheng opened the door and left that Gu Huai let him go. Zheng Xuran was still lying on the ground, staring desperately at the closed door.

Mu Ci couldn’t bear it anymore. He strode towards Zheng Xuran, squatted down, and grabbed his collar, raised his hand and slapped him across the face, and sternly cursed, “Wake up!”

Then he hugged Zheng Xuran, putting his equally thin body into his weak arms. His voice was trembling, “Wake up, I beg you, wake up…”

Zheng Xuran closed his eyes, and two lines of tears fell silently.

After three years of loving and persisting for three years, this precarious heart was finally broken and could no longer be put back together.

The setting sun outside the window was so red that it melted into gold. The orange-red light shone through the window, casting long shadows on the floor.

These equally thin and fragile people hugged each other tightly and could not be separated for a long time. They met by chance. Mu Ci was once helpless and Zheng Xuran was miserable. The two of them licked each other’s wounds, comforted, and encouraged each other like lost cubs.

Gu Huai stood not far away and watched them. For the first time, he did not pull Mu Ci away out of jealousy. He just watched quietly and waited patiently for them to calm down.