Engagement ring

  Xing'er, who had been eavesdropping outside the window all along, finally couldn't bear it and shouted loudly: "Sister Zhang, you'd better agree to him!"

  "Apricot, Apricot girl, aren't we eavesdropping? Shouldn't we be quieter?" Deng Shan reminded in a low voice beside her.

  "You know what, it's already this late, and we're still waiting for Sister Zhang to personally agree. The yellow flowers have all wilted!" Xing Er shouted in exasperation, pushing open the window of the house and yelling inside: "Sister Zhang, if you don't agree soon, I'll have to answer on your behalf to Brother Zhen!"

  For this apricot who usually only causes trouble, Zhenming suddenly felt that she was extremely cute at this time. He turned his head to look at Zhangshi and said: "Zhangshi, you don't want to offend Apricot either, do you? You also don't want to listen to her chattering in your ear every day, do you?"

  Zhang looked at him, but still shook her head. Just as a hint of loss flashed in Zhen's bitter eyes, she said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "I already have a husband and family, how can I marry you? If you don't despise me, take me with you and leave this place together... I'll follow you and serve you for the rest of my life..."

  In the end, her voice was so soft that only she herself could hear it.

  Zhen Ming's bitter expression suddenly changed to one of extreme joy, and he hastily pulled out the divorce paper written by Song Jingang from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Shi: "I forgot to tell you, you don't have a husband's family now."

  Zhang took the letter of dismissal in a daze, carefully read it once, and after finishing reading, for a moment, he didn't know whether to be happy or worried, but just blankly shed tears.

  Zhen Ming tightly grasped her hand and said: "From today on, you are free. Wherever you want to go, go; whatever you want to do, do it. In front of you, there are two choices: one is that you marry me, the other is that I marry you."

  Xing'er outside the window raised her thumb and praised: "Zhen brother, you're really great!"

  "Who's so overbearing?" Zhang protested in a low voice.

  "I'm being so domineering today, are you going to agree or not?"

  Zhang finally couldn't resist Zhen's piercing gaze and Xing'er's teasing, her face flushing red as she nodded almost imperceptibly. Suddenly, a cheer erupted from outside the house, and Xing'er was so excited that she jumped up and down, even more thrilled than when she got married herself, shouting:

  "Engagement token, Brother Zhen, quickly give Sister Zhang an engagement token, and she won't be able to run away anymore!"

  How could he possibly refuse? He hastily stood up, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it over to Zhang.

  He couldn't take out anything with commemorative significance at this moment, and the most important thing on him was this mobile phone that determined whether he could go back.

  Although Zhang didn't know what this phone was, he knew its significance to Zhen's bitter fate, and that it would determine whether he could return to his hometown. He handed it over to her, the meaning was self-evident.

  Watching Zhen Mingshu turn her phone into a high-tech wristwatch, she put it on her wrist, enduring the pain of her abdominal wound, slowly getting up and slightly bowing to Zhen Mingshu.

  Zhen Ming was distressed to see her so solemn and dignified, hastily returned a courtesy, for a moment did not know what to say, the two people instead became somewhat estranged.

  The apricot outside the window looked interesting and laughed: "Quickly call out to your husband!"

  Zhang was taken aback, Zhen ordered a bitter smile, knowing that her face was thin, and hurriedly helped her to resolve the situation: "Everyone go out, Gege's body is still very weak, needs good rest."

  Saying that, he drove all the apricot girls away and only then turned around to say to Zhang Shi: "Ge Ge, you rest well, I'll come see you tomorrow."

  ……

  Under the careful care of Xing'er and Huan'er, Zhang's body recovered day by day, and the wound on her abdomen began to heal. Zhen Mingxu came to talk to her every day, saying some sweet words that made her blush, making her quickly forget the unhappiness of the past, and her mood gradually improved, with a radiant glow returning to her face.

  Lying on her sickbed, she looked at Xing Er who was putting away the bowls and chopsticks beside her and suddenly asked: "Xing Er, have you figured it out?"

  Xing'er turned around, looking puzzled: "What did you see?"

  "That Chu young master seems to like you."

  Xing'er pouted, thought for a moment, shook her head and said: "I don't like him at all. He's got no face, no skin, he looks like a bamboo pole, so tall. I like Zhen Gege that kind."

  Zhang covered her mouth and smiled, and out of the corner of her eye she saw an IV drip and an empty blood bottle hanging beside her, and couldn't help but ask: "What's this?"

  Xing'er brought over a cup of steaming hot soy milk from the table, slowly helped her sit up, and fed her with a spoon while saying: "Oh, you're talking about this? It's physiological saline and Brother Zhen's blood."

  "Blood?" Zhang was startled at once.

  Perhaps to show off her newly acquired knowledge of blood types, Xing'er went on and on to teach Zhang about the basics of blood types, exaggerating that her blood type was extremely rare, only one in tens of thousands of people had it, and what a coincidence that she happened to have the same blood type as Zhenming, and even added "You two are probably a match made in heaven", which left Zhang surprised and delighted.

  "You don't know, after drawing so much blood, Zhen Gege's lips were white and he was staggering when walking, as if he would faint at any moment. Father said that normally people only draw a small bag of blood, but Zhen Gege is thin to begin with, and they say that only his blood can be transfused to you, other people's blood types might not match and could harm you instead. To be on the safe side, he insisted on drawing an extra bag of blood for backup. I think even if it meant sacrificing his own life for yours, he wouldn't bat an eyelid."

  Zhang listened and stared at the bag of bright red blood plasma that was almost all infused into her body, somewhat dazed.

  Xing'er suddenly leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Sister Zhang, the blood of Brother Zhen flowing through your body now means you'll be Brother Zhen's person from now on."

  Zhang's face turned red upon hearing this and begged for mercy: "Good apricot kernel, spare me..."

  Xing'er didn't care about her embarrassment at all, and curiously asked: "You said that Zhen Gege's blood was transfused into your body, will you get pregnant with his baby?"

  Zhang's family heard that they immediately lost their momentum, without any resistance, pursed their lips, and no matter what Xing'er asked, she didn't answer. Unfortunately, the more she did so, the more it aroused Xing'er's interest in teasing her.

  Since Moon and Fei Long left, Xing Er hasn't spoken so much to anyone for a long time. Huan Er is a girl who won't even flinch if you tease her three times, she'll just smile and not get angry. Zhang Shi is different, easily embarrassed and blushing, the kind of woman that makes people want to bully her at first sight.

  Xing'er blinked her eyes: "Sister Zhang, do you know what Brother Zhen said when he hugged you?"

  Zhang was pretending to sleep with her eyes closed, but hearing this, she couldn't help but be curious and opened her eyes, asking in a low voice: "What did he say?"

  "It's strange, was I asking you or were you asking me? He whispered it in your ear, how would I know? I guess it must be to hug your soft and fragrant body every day, taste your sweet little mouth, and let you warm his bed and have little geese."

  The Zhang family couldn't help but scold Xing'er for her shameless teasing, saying: "Bad Xing'er, just you wait until I'm better, and see if I don't sew your mouth shut!"

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