Married by Accident: The Rich CEO's Deeply Rooted Pampering Tactics

"Qiao Luo, don't you even look at your own situation? Without my Qi Yan, who would still want to marry you? Don't come back crying and begging us later."

Qiao Luo sat in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Even though she was using all her strength, she still couldn't help but tremble when she thought of her future mother-in-law's harsh words.

Her mother left her a property before she passed away, but the condition for inheriting it was marriage.

Just last night, she overheard her stepmother plotting to seize her share of the property.

She was unwilling to let someone else have her. It just so happened that she and her boyfriend Gu Qiyan had been dating for two years and it was time to get married. However, her boyfriend's family was recently worried about not being able to afford a wedding house.

So the two of them came up with the idea of ​​getting married, a solution that would benefit both parties.

Everything was going well, but unexpectedly, her future mother-in-law suddenly made outrageous demands, asking for a dowry of 500,000 yuan and launching a personal attack against her.

As the saying goes, "If this is tolerable, then this is intolerable." Since they have already humiliated her to this extent, she has no reason to go along with it.

Three-legged toads are hard to find in this world, but two-legged men are everywhere. Does she really think she can't get married without them?

She simply wouldn't believe it.

However, time is too tight, where can she find someone to marry?

Qiao Luo was lost in thought and didn't even notice the traffic light suddenly changing at the intersection ahead.

By the time she realized it, it was too late.

With a loud bang, they collided with a motorcycle coming from the opposite direction. A man's figure flashed past Qiao Luo. Passersby called for an ambulance, and the two were lifted into the ambulance.

In the swaying carriage, Qiao Luo couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

……

"It's a mild concussion; a little rest will fix it."

In the emergency room, Qiao Luo was still a little shaken by the previous accident. Although she reacted quickly and braked the car in time, she still inevitably injured her forehead, but fortunately the injury was not serious.

Remembering that she had also knocked someone down, Qiao Luo looked at the doctor and asked anxiously, "Doctor, where is the person who was brought in with me in the same ambulance?"

The doctor gave the ward number and then said, "You young people just don't pay attention when you drive. That young man's head was covered in blood. Go apologize to him and explain."

After speaking, he sighed.

Qiao Luo's heart skipped a beat. She quickly agreed and walked outside.

The door to the examination room was pushed open from the outside, and two nurses came in chatting.

"Young people these days really don't drive carefully. You have no idea how badly that young man who was hit by the female driver just now was injured. He's so young, and to be hit like that, he probably won't live much longer."

"Who says otherwise? That's why you must obey traffic rules when you're out and about, otherwise you'll cause a lot of trouble."

Qiao Luo stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

She was only distracted for a moment, how did she end up hitting someone like this?

"How to do?"

Qiao Luo was momentarily at a loss and quickened her pace toward the inpatient department.

On the way out, I accidentally bumped into a nurse's shoulder.

The nurse asked in confusion, "What's wrong with that girl? Why is she walking so fast with her head wrapped in gauze?"

After Qiao Luo's figure disappeared, the doctor looked up and said, "It was a similar car accident. A young man broke his leg and rushed off to apologize. Fortunately, the car wasn't going fast, and neither of them was seriously injured."

When Qiao Luo arrived at the ward, the medical staff had already left, and there was only one man lying in the ward.

The man seemed to be asleep. Qiao Luo's gaze fell on his forehead, which was wrapped in gauze. It looked quite serious, and there were faint traces of blood seeping out.

His right leg was also wrapped in a thick cast and was currently fixed high in the air.

That scene...

Qiao Luo couldn't describe her feelings; she only felt deeply guilty, as she had ruined such a vibrant life.

What will she use to atone for her sins?

Overwhelmed by endless panic and guilt, Qiao Luo's legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the bedside with a thud.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I'm the one who made you like this. But don't worry, I will take responsibility for you."

Perhaps because she felt too guilty, Qiao Luo burst into tears as she spoke.

Her crying startled the man on the bed. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a woman with her makeup ruined by tears.