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Song Jiaren turned to look at him and said in shock, “Young Master Jiang.”

Jiang Zhe pressed her against the wall and said fiercely, “Since you dared to trick me last time, you must be prepared to accept your punishment.”

Song Jiaren pretended to be afraid and hurriedly said, “I’m sorry, Young Master Jiang. I was waiting for you last time, but my father suddenly fell ill. He has rashes all over his body and has difficulty breathing. His body is covered in white spots. I went to treat him.”

Jiang Zhe pushed her to the bodyguards and was about to reward this woman to them when he heard what she said clearly. He pulled her back and asked, “What’s wrong with your father?”

“Idon’t know either. It’s always been a very strange illness, but I found a way to treat it,” Song Jiaren said as she tidied her clothes.

“You’re a doctor?” Jiang Zhe asked in surprise. The symptoms she mentioned were exactly the same as Old Master Jiang’s. Today, Old Master Jiang had been declared hopeless by the doctor, so he came here to drink to vent. He didn’t expect to receive such a pleasant surprise.

Song Jiaren nodded timidly.

Jiang Zhe laughed loudly and the ruthlessness on his face disappeared. He gently tidied her hair and said, “I must have frightened you just now. I was just a little worried when I didn’t see you last time. I thought that something had happened to you. When I saw you again, I momentarily lost control.”

“Let’s go,” she, not daring to look at Yan Cheng’s expression, said to the bodyguards again.

‘When she walked out of the bar and saw that Yan Cheng had not come out, she heaved a sigh of relief. She was really afraid that Yan Cheng would get angry and bring her away without a care.

As soon as she returned to the hotel, she heard a sound from the window, as if something had hit the window. She walked to the window and looked out, just in time to see Wen Qing standing downstairs throwing stones upstairs. The corners of Song Ren’s lips twitched. No wonder he didn’t chase after

her. He had come looking for her directly.

She looked at the black car behind Wen Qing. Although she could not see the person inside clearly, she could feel a gaze watching her. Song Jiaren sighed and opened the window to see that there was no one downstairs. She nimbly climbed up the windows of the rooms on each floor and went downstairs.

There were still a bunch of bodyguards standing at her door. She could only go down from here.

As soon as she got off, Wen Qing opened the car door and revealed Yan Cheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Song Jiaren was curious and asked, “Has your leg recovered?” Then, she took his pulse and frowned. The poison in his body seemed to have worsened, but how could he stand up?

Yan Cheng allowed her to do whatever she wanted, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

Suddenly, Song Jiaren, who was sitting on the man’s lap, couldn’t help but cry out in shock. The next second, the car door was closed. Wen Qing got into the car and started to leave..