Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 117 Emotional Distress

"What do you want?" Mi Wan’s voice on the other end of the phone expressed her indifference and impatience calmly.

"I’m injured, quite... quite seriously. Can... can you take me to the hospital?" Both his legs were injured, and Song Guotao was sweating profusely from the pain, speaking haltingly while gasping for breath.

"If you need to go to the hospital, call 120 directly. Do I need to tell you this basic knowledge?"

Following Mi Wan’s cold voice, the busy tone soon sounded.

"Damn it! You bitch!"

Treated indifferently by Mi Wan, Song Guotao gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and cursed loudly, then had to call the police and dial 120 for an ambulance.

"Mom, Dad is severely injured and has been admitted to the hospital!"

Just as Mi Wan got out of the car, Xuanxuan rushed towards her anxiously, speaking hastily, her eyes red with worry.

Upon hearing this, Mi Wan was very calm, thinking that Xuanxuan’s knowledge of Song Guotao’s hospitalization must be due to him calling Xuanxuan again. Mi Wan was very annoyed by his actions but did not show it in front of Xuanxuan.

"Xuanxuan, don’t worry too much. Doctors are very capable nowadays. Your dad will get better in a few days." Mi Wan was unsure of the exact severity of Song Guotao’s injuries but did not want Xuanxuan to worry too much, so she could only comfort her like this.

"But Dad said on the phone he is in a lot of pain and hopes Xuanxuan can go to the hospital to see him." Xuanxuan looked up at Mi Wan, her little face still full of anxiety and pleading, "Mom, can you take Xuanxuan to the hospital to see Dad?"

Faced with Xuanxuan’s request, Mi Wan could not refuse. Even though she was extremely unwilling, she smiled and nodded at Xuanxuan, then held her as they got in the car and headed straight to the hospital.

While Mi Wan was taking Xuanxuan to the hospital, Ji Dongquan was sitting in his own living room, savoring red wine. At this moment, He Zerui had just finished his tutoring session and was coming downstairs. As he reached the corner of the staircase, he saw Ji Dongquan, who was usually busy working and didn’t come home before dark.

"Mr. Ji, are you using alcohol to drown your sorrows due to relationship problems?" He Zerui teased as he walked downstairs, wearing a faint smile.

Relationship problems, using alcohol to drown his sorrows?

Why would that be?

He was feeling joyful at this moment, enjoying his wine!

Ji Dongquan smiled silently, his usually expressionless handsome face softening somewhat, his eyes less sharp and somber because of his good mood.

Seeing Ji Dongquan’s smiling face, He Zerui thought Ji Dongquan had finally convinced Mi Wan to register their marriage, so he asked, "Did you get the marriage certificate with Mi Wan?"

"No. But soon." Ji Dongquan’s slender eyes narrowed slightly, elegantly tilting his head back to take a sip of wine. After the mellow taste dissipated, he smiled gently and spoke.

Tsk—

He Zerui disdainfully scoffed and then sat in the single sofa to Ji Dongquan’s left, mocking, "That might still take a few more years, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Dongquan’s mouth twitched abruptly, thinking, wait a few more years? By that time, a bunch of kids should be calling him dad!

Just imagining having children with Mi Wan, Ji Dongquan suddenly smiled, a grin so radiant it was noticed by He Zerui, who felt a chill in his heart and unceremoniously quipped, "Mr. Ji, it’s not even spring yet and you’re already thinking about romance?"

This brat is becoming more and more defiant! Ji Dongquan sighed inwardly but didn’t take on a stern senior’s demeanor to rebuke him, instead smiling casually. He then noticed the tutor hadn’t come down with He Zerui.

"Where’s the tutor?" Ji Dongquan casually asked, placing the wine glass on the table in front of him.

"Upstairs." He Zerui melted into the sofa, his small body almost sinking in, his eyelids not even moving, showing a somewhat indifferent attitude.

Thud, thud—

Soon, footsteps descending the stairs sounded from upstairs. Ji Dongquan slowly raised his head, seeing the tutor carrying a briefcase, walking lazily, with a gray face surrounded by an aura of unshakeable dejection.

Seeing this, Ji Dongquan did not immediately ask questions. Instead, he elegantly picked up his wine glass from the table, crossing one leg over the other, leisurely swirling the crimson wine, a picture of casual elegance.

"Chairman Ji..." The tutor walked to the sofa, head bowed, eyes on the floor, unsure if she was shy or fearful, or both, meekly calling out, her voice tinged with timidity.

"Just say it directly."

Even though the tutor hadn’t yet broached the topic, Ji Dongquan had already guessed what she wanted to say, but he didn’t spell it out, calmly waiting for her to finish.

"Chairman Ji, I... I’m afraid I can’t handle this job. Zerui is very intelligent, not only is his learning ability strong, but his knowledge is extensive, even some points he knows better than me. So, you’d better find someone more suitable."

The tutor hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Ji Dongquan. Even though he wasn’t speaking, his aura was so strong that it made people feel pressured not to look directly at him. Hence, the tutor quickly shifted her gaze to the glass in his hand before finishing her prepared speech.

"Ok, I understand."

This was entirely expected for Ji Dongquan. His expression remained smooth and calm, making it hard to read his emotions at that moment. He said, "You can go. I’ll have someone transfer your payment to your account."

After the tutor left, Ji Dongquan’s deep gaze fell upon He Zerui. He Zerui, sensing his gaze, lifted his chin slightly and said indifferently, "Mr. Ji, let Mi Wan be my tutor."

The saying goes that those close to the source of water get the moon first. If Mi Wan came here to be his tutor, it would significantly increase their opportunities to spend time together. freёnovelkiss-com

Ji Dongquan naturally saw through He Zerui’s intentions. Although his idea had some merit, his intelligence had already decimated the confidence and self-esteem of several tutors. A ten-year-old kid so insightful that he often left those graduates from prestigious schools speechless—it’s bound to hurt some pride, right?

And Mi Wan studied political law, which would limit what she could teach He Zerui. For that reason, how could Ji Dongquan let Mi Wan come here to be undermined by this kid!

Unless...

"If you lower your IQ below ninety, I might consider it."

As he spoke, a delightful piano melody mixed with Ji Dongquan’s voice sounded. After finishing his sentence, Ji Dongquan picked up his flashing phone screen and answered the call.

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