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

Sang Zan was about to answer, but then he remembered Lu Tingnian's previous instructions and changed his mind.

"Him... sigh..."

He deliberately sighed, appearing utterly helpless. In Qiao Luo's eyes, this meant there was no way to reverse the situation, and her heart sank.

"Is there really... no way out?" Qiao Luo's heart clenched.

Sanzan, taking advantage of the situation, said, "Well, unless... a medical miracle occurs."

Sang Zan deliberately added fuel to the fire, wanting to see how Lu Tingnian would cover up this lie.

Qiao Luo's heart sank to the bottom instantly.

She seemed to understand why he had transferred to another hospital; since he couldn't get better anywhere, he might as well let his friend benefit.

Qiao Luo felt even more guilty upon thinking about this.

She then asked Sangzan, "How much longer can he live?"

"Well..." Sangzan scratched his nose. "It's hard to say. Maybe three to five months, maybe three to five years. Of course, if a miracle happens, it's not impossible that it could take thirty to fifty years."

In short: it all depends on fate.

Even after returning to her ward, Qiao Luo was still thinking about what Sang Zan had said earlier, which meant that the worst-case scenario for Lu Tingnian was that he would only live for three to five months.

This made her lose the courage to even look Lu Tingnian in the eye after returning to her room.

Lu Tingnian also noticed her unusual behavior.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Qiao Luo didn't answer, she just shook her head.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat somber.

Lu Tingnian probably guessed it too, but there was no turning back once the arrow was released.

His gaze fell on her injured forehead.

"injured?"

Qiao Luo then remembered the injury on her forehead. She had forgotten about it herself if he hadn't mentioned it, since it was insignificant compared to what had happened today.

"A minor superficial injury."

She replied nonchalantly.

"Come here," Lu Tingnian commanded.

Qiao Luo paused for a moment before slowly moving over. But before she could get close, a large hand suddenly reached out and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She lost her balance and fell towards his chest. Fortunately, she was quick enough to catch herself on the edge of the bed, preventing her from hitting his chin.

The position was somewhat awkward, especially with the intense masculine presence emanating from above, which made her heart pound. She struggled to get up, but a strong force stopped her at the waist.

"do not move."

Then, a warm, large hand gently lifted her chin.

"Does it hurt?" He had noticed it before at the hospital.

Caught off guard by his deep eyes, Qiao Luo forgot to answer for a moment and just stared at him blankly.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she came to her senses, blushing as she looked away.

"Kind of."

As soon as she finished speaking, a warm breeze blew onto her wound, like a painkiller, relieving her pain and even sending a tingling sensation through her body. She froze there as if someone had acupunctured her, too afraid to move.

"now what?"

A deep, gentle voice brushed past her ear, leaving Qiao Luo somewhat dazed.

"...It doesn't hurt anymore."

She guessed her face must be very red now, because she could feel the heat rising from her whole body to her face.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the door, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.

Qiao Luo quickly stood up.

Han Jian rushed in and witnessed this scene. He was about to leave when it was too late; Lu Tingnian's gaze was already on him.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and go inside.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you."

Qiao Luo: "..."

Lu Tingnian looked over coolly, "What is it?"

"Oh, I'm here to deliver my marriage certificate."

"Marriage certificate?"

Qiao Luo was quite surprised.

They weren't present, and they're all ordinary people, so why would the Civil Affairs Bureau agree to process their application?