Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Song Juyuan knew that the two sisters had never gotten along, but he never expected that Jing Xian, who was always known for her gentleness and generosity, would resort to such low-level tricks.

He raised his hand and touched Jingyu's cheek, then leaned over and kissed her: "Okay, I get it. I don't mean to blame you."

They hadn't been intimate for several days, and Song Juyuan was very greedy for the fragrance of Jingyu's body. He held her in his arms, kissed her and said softly, "I haven't seen you for a few days. I miss you very much."

Jingyu knew what he wanted to do. Before she could say anything, she was picked up by the waist. Song Juyuan pushed open the bedroom door with his elbow.

Jingyu was very upset. She struggled and shouted, "Put me down!"

Song Juyuan thought she was still throwing a tantrum, so he put her on the bed and pressed her down, his hands on her waist.

"I don't want to do it." Jingyu said.

"Are you still angry?" Song Juyuan stopped, but his eyes seemed to be still flirting with her. He half-closed his eyes and glanced at her furrowed brows and rosy cheeks.

"I don't want to do it." Jingyu emphasized again.

"I know it's not your fault, it's all Jingxian's fault." Song Juyuan thought she was angry.

Jingyu frowned as he was trapped under someone and wanted to kick him.

"Song Juyuan, when you're with me, is this the only thing on your mind?"

Song Juyuan:?

Seeing the anger on the other person's face, he felt quite puzzled. Didn't she pester him before?

"Well, since you don't like it, then take a shower and go to bed."

Song Juyuan was not angry, as he did not have the habit of forcing women.

Jingyu thought Song Juyuan would leave immediately after being rejected, but he was actually loosening his tie, and it seemed that he was also planning to stay overnight.

"Aren't you leaving?" Jingyu asked.

Song Juyuan asked, "Don't you want me to stay?"

Song Juyuan was a man with a strong desire for control and was used to being in the driver's seat. He liked it when his partner leaned softly against him, and the feeling of being completely relied upon was even more satisfying to him.

He saw that Jingyu's delicate face was now extremely stubborn, and her eyes were as gloomy as the autumn rain in October. "Song Juyuan, do you only regard me as your bedmate? Your lover? You don't even want to marry me, do you?"

"Why do you think so?" Song Juyuan wanted to reach out and touch her hair, but Jingyu turned her head away.

Jingyu concealed her disgust for him, but pretended to be lamenting.

Song Juyuan thought to himself: Marriage? What a joke! The only thing Jingyu had that was worth mentioning was her pretty face, but some things couldn't be easily obtained just by looking good.

Jingyu saw the other party's hesitation.

She knew that Song Juyuan, though gentle and docile, was actually a utilitarian man. He could easily calculate a person's greatest value to him, and the original owner's value in his heart was far less than the value of power.

He could give the original owner all kinds of luxury brands and be the most gentle to her as a male companion, but he would never marry her.

Jingyu could feel that Song Juyuan was actually the most difficult one to conquer among the three, so she took the opportunity to give him a drastic measure.

She took a step back, and her expression didn't change much, but Song Juyuan seemed to see her bitter smile.

"Song Juyuan, I want to get married because I really love you."

The sweet voice was filled with the girl's endless affection, but her face was filled with a pale bitter smile.

At that moment, Song Juyuan felt his scalp tingling, the blue veins on his temples twitching, and his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest.

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Jingyu wasn't surprised to hear the system's announcement. Song Juyuan's upbringing had shaped his selfish and cold personality, making him yearn for pure love even more than the average person.

Song Juyuan subconsciously turned his head, not wanting others to see his true thoughts.

The feeling of being loved wholeheartedly arose spontaneously, causing Song Juyuan's constantly running mind to pause for a moment.

"Since you don't want me to stay overnight, I'll leave first. You should get some rest early."

After saying this, he left as if he was fleeing in panic.

...

The next morning, Song Juyuan dressed neatly and went to work at the hospital.

The Song family's hospital is located near the city center, and a large park was built around the hospital at a huge expense.

The Song family has been studying medicine for generations. Song Juyuan has shown an extremely high IQ since he was a child, and he is far ahead of his peers in terms of study. He has been learning medical knowledge from Grandpa Song since he was a child, and he is a leader among his peers in the circle.

After returning from his studies at the age of 25, he has been serving as the director of this hospital and is also the chief cardiac surgeon. After successfully performing several large-scale operations, he became famous and was called a cardiac surgeon. Many colleagues with more experience than him would come to his lectures to learn and communicate.

Song Juyuan walked to his office amid greetings from doctors and nurses along the way.

His assistant was a young woman from a branch of the Song family. When she saw Song Juyuan approaching, she immediately stepped forward and whispered, "Dean Song, the wife is inside."

Song Juyuan frowned slightly for a moment, then nodded: "I understand."

After pushing the door open, his mother, Mrs. Song, was sitting at his desk drinking coffee, flipping through the medical notes he had left on the desk yesterday. Hearing the sound, Mrs. Song raised her head and glanced at Song Juyuan.

"coming?"

Mrs. Song calmly closed the notebook in her hand and said, "Yesterday, the old man gave the sanatorium in the north of the city to Song Zishen."

Song Zishen is Song Juyuan's cousin.

Song Juyuan said, "It's just a sanatorium, so just send it away."

Mrs. Song frowned at his nonchalant expression and said, "That's easy for you to say, but that's just the old man trying to warn you!"

"There's been a lot of talk about you and that girl from the Jing family." Madam Song snorted coldly, "It's fine to just talk about love, but marriage is out of the question."

The second daughter of the Jing family is notoriously unruly. She has beautiful breasts but no brains.

"In short, break up with that girl as soon as possible. I will choose the best wife for you." Mrs. Song said, "Don't forget those people who are eyeing you covetously. The old man can take away your inheritance rights at any time. Before he truly gives up his power, you must be careful in what you say and do!"

Mrs. Song left the office after she finished speaking.

Song Juyuan looked at the cold coffee on the table, his eyes darkening.

He was really tired of being manipulated like this.

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Jingyu slept until noon before getting up. She put on her clothes and walked to the kitchen with sleepy eyes. The nanny had already prepared breakfast and immediately brought out hot milk when she saw her come out.

Jingyu had no appetite in the morning and was browsing his phone while eating corn salad.

At this time, she received a message from her mother Hu Yimeng.

【When you come back in the evening, remember to pick up your brother and go back with you.】

Jingyu replied OK.

Saturday night is family day. No matter how busy you are outside, you must go home to eat. I don't know where Hu Yimeng learned this from.

Hu Yimeng asked Jingyu to pick up Jingxiang because Jingxiang had just finished his college entrance exam and was currently interning at Xingyi Group. Xingyi Group was in the city center, a little over ten minutes away from University A, so Jingyu would pass by Xingyi on her way home.

Speaking of which, Jingxiang was able to intern at Xingyi Group thanks to Jingxian’s connections.

After graduating from Jingxian University, she did not go to her father's company to avoid suspicion. During her internship, she went to a subsidiary of Xingyi Group. She performed very well at work and was very much liked by her boss at the time.

Later, Jing Xian did not stay in Xingyi, but returned to Jing Jianjun's company as chief designer.

Her boss at the time was also transferred to Xingyi headquarters, and Jingxian relied on this relationship to get Jingxiang into Xingyi for an internship.

Although Jingyu and Jingxiang are siblings from the same mother, Jingxiang is closer to Jingxian. He doesn't even like his biological sister Jingyu. He has always loved to follow Jingxian around. Even when he was doing an internship, he followed his sister's example and avoided going to his own company.

The original owner had a driver's license and a car, a bright red Ferrari given to him by Jing Jianjun on the day he turned 18.

Around five o'clock, Jingyu sent a message to Jingxiang and then drove to Xingyi. After parking her car in the underground garage, she sat on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor of Xingyi, took a picture of Jingxiang, sent it to him, and started playing games.

I played five games in a row, but Jingxiang never showed up.

At first, Jingyu thought Jingxiang was working overtime. She looked at the time and it was almost eight o'clock.

It was already dark outside. Jingyu frowned: [System, is Jingxiang working overtime?]

The system did not reply. At this time, Jingyu saw someone preparing to walk out of the gate.

Jingyu walked up to stop him and only then noticed that it was a tall man in well-dressed clothes.

Although he didn't know them, Jingyu approached them very familiarly and asked, "Are you all off work?"

The man glanced at her and replied, "The company closes at six."

Only then did the system come online and say: [Jingxiang is located at home.]

Jingyu nodded and left the company. She turned on her mobile phone and found that Jingxiang had not replied to any of his messages, and Hu Yimeng had not sent any messages.