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He has many injuries on his body, and he speaks in a hurry, coughing. "You're injured, don't get so agitated," Song Lan said, quickly trying to calm him down.
"Can I... can I not be excited? Ahem..."
There really is someone in the world who looks exactly like him and even tries to take over his identity. This unbelievable and terrifying thing is actually happening to him. It's so scary to even think about it now!
"I'll pour you a glass of water."
Song Lan gently stroked Zhu Junjie's back and saw his face turning red from coughing. She got up to pour him a glass of warm water.
Zhu Junjie had a dry throat and reached out to take the water.
Because he was coughing so hard, his hand kept trembling. Song Lan was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold it steady, so she put the glass to his cracked lips.
Zhu Junjie had little strength left in his body. Ignoring his own dignity, he leaned on Song Lan and drank the water from the cup with her help. The warm and sweet water diluted the bitterness in his throat. The recent cough seemed to have drained his strength, and he kept panting heavily.
"Still want to drink?"
After coughing, the redness faded from Zhu Junjie's face, leaving him looking extremely weak and pale.
Song Lan showed him a little more pity, speaking in an even gentler tone.
Zhu Junjie shook his head lightly, took a deep breath, and looked up at Song Lan, "I'm sorry for making you worry."
Song Lan was already busy with work, and recently, he kept finding things for her to do, making her already heavy workload even heavier.
"You being okay is the greatest comfort to me."
When Song Lan found out that Zhu Junjie had been hidden by Mong Si and his life was in danger, she was extremely worried. It wasn't until he was found and treated by Wei Sheng, who said there was no danger to his life, that her high-strung heart finally relaxed.
"Am I... am I really that important to you for my safety?"
Song Lan's words filled Zhu Junjie with great joy.
His eyes were bright and shining as he gazed at Song Lan.
Song Lan blushed slightly under his intense gaze. "You are the father of my child, my future husband. Do you think you are important?"
"Important! Very important!"
Song Lan's words reminded Zhu Junjie that the two of them had not yet gotten their marriage certificate. He hurriedly said, "I think we can remove the word 'future'."
"We haven't gotten our marriage certificate yet..."
"As long as you agree to get our marriage certificate with me, we can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau right now."
"Don't be silly, you need to take good care of your body right now."
"As long as you promise to get marriage certificate with me, the injuries on my body will heal without needing treatment."
"Is it that miraculous?"
She had never heard that a marriage certificate could cure illnesses. Song Lan saw Zhu Junjie getting out of bed and reached out to press on the wound on his back. "Ouch!"
Zhu Junjie He cried out in pain, his neck stiff, body rigid, and his face full of agony.
"You...you, be gentle, I...I..."
"As long as you lie still and behave yourself, I won't touch your wound."
Who let him make a scene!
"You touch, as long as youget marriage certificate with me, it doesn't matter how you touch."
Zhu Junjie healed his scars and forgot the pain. He looked at Song Lan with anticipation, wishing he could grow wings immediately and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with Song Lan to get the marriage certificate.
"Can I take a mirror and show you what you look like now?"
"I know I fall a little short compared to you, but we've been in contact for a year, and between us..."
"You've misunderstood me."
He's overthinking it! She didn't mean for him to take it personally. Song Lan explained, "To get the marriage certificate at the Civil Affairs Bureau, we need to take a photo. You have an injury on your face."
"I'm not afraid of getting hurt!"
As long as I canget marriage certificate with her, it doesn't matter if the photos are a bit ugly!
Zhu Junjie used to care a lot about his image. Whenever he appeared in the newspaper, he wanted to be photographed perfectly. Sometimes, when he was followed by gossip Paparazzi and they took some unflattering photos, he would have someone teach the Paparazzi a lesson.
Newspapers are something you read and then throw away, but a divorce certificate will follow the two people for a lifetime. He actually doesn't care about his image anymore...
Song Lan could see his eagerness, and she felt a mix of heartache and moved. She smiled at Zhu Junjie, "Don't worry, I promise you, after you recover and leave the hospital, I will go with you to get a marriage certificate."
"You are not allowed to break your promise!"
Zhu Junjie heard this and spoke excitedly, "I know your character. Whatever you say, you will definitely do it! You will never go back on your word!"
Song Lan maintained her smile and looked at Zhu Junjie gently.
Song Lan is very beautiful. She rarely smiles, but when she does, it's very attractive and softens her naturally cold demeanor.
Zhu Junjie was momentarily mesmerized. As he continued to gaze, he was drawn to her naturally pale pink lips, and he couldn't help but move closer to them. The two of them were already close, their breaths entwined. Song Lan had been with Zhu Junjie for so long, how could she not know his next move.
The two of them were now in the hospital. He was injured, and doctors and nurses could come in at any moment. She didn't want to be watched by others and become a topic of gossip.
She stood up and said, "The nurse said Dr. Wei prescribed some medication for you. When you wake up, go to the nurse's station to pick it up. You should rest for now; I'll go get the medicine."
"Song Lan..."
As Zhu Junjie was about to leave, he held Song Lan's hand and looked up at her. "You stay with me in the ward."
"Zhu Junjie..."
"We can call the nurse over."
Zhu Junjie had been locked in that rental apartment for many days, constantly tormented by Mong Si's two subordinates. He spent an unforgettable period of his life in fear and pain. Now that he was able to return alive, he felt a mix of relief and overwhelming fear. Only when Song Lan was in front of him could he feel a slight sense of comfort.
Zhu Junjie did not let go of Song Lan's hand. He pressed the bedside bell, and soon a nurse's voice came from the room, "Miss Song, is there something you need?"
"The patient is awake."
"Okay, I understand, Miss Song. I'll be there right away."
The nurse brought the medication to the ward, handed it to Song Lan, checked Zhu Junjie's temperature, confirmed he did not have a fever, and then left the room.
Song Lan poured a cup of water for Zhu Junjie, encouraging him to take his medicine. At that moment, the caregiver had already served the congee that was prepared for Zhu Junjie and set it aside to cool. Song Lan stared at the steaming congee, lost in thought.
The room quieted down, and Zhu Junjie was overjoyed at the prospect of getting a marriage certificate with Song Lan. After more than ten minutes, he finally calmed down a bit. He remembered Mong Si again, "You haven't told me where the person who looks like me is." "Don't you want to know his identity?"
Song Lan's words opened Zhu Junjie's memory gate. During the video, Mong Si's words echoed in Zhu Junjie's ear. He looked at Song Lan. Song Lan had been observing his expression all along, and their eyes met.
Zhu Junjie could see something unusual in Song Lan's eyes, and his heart started pounding. With an uneasy feeling, he asked, "Does he have a special status?"
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