"Of course not. My husband is handsome and rich. I've cultivated my fortune for eight lifetimes. If I marry you, I'll definitely live well... and grow old together with you."
Was this woman a drama queen? One moment she was pitiful, and now she was saying that she wanted to grow old together.
Zhao Jia was extremely beautiful and had a good figure. At this moment, standing together with Peng Zezai, the two of them looked like a perfect couple.
Wanqing's heart ached, and a pained expression appeared on her pale face. "Oh..."
Old Madam Peng could not be bothered to be angry. She looked at Wanqing with concern. As she gently stroked Wanqing's hair, she shouted anxiously, "Zezai..."
Wanqing was in pain, but Peng Zezai was not. He was not a painkiller either. Zhao Jia looked down at his pair of beautiful fingers. His fingers were so beautiful that she wanted to treasure them.
Peng Zezai was expressionless. "The experts from abroad have arrived. Grandma, you don't have to worry."
The experts from abroad? No! She lost the chance to be discovered. Her legs had already been injured and she would never dance again.
Wanqing closed her eyes and cried, "Grandma, I'm afraid..."
"Don't be afraid. Before you recover, just don't let her in," Old Madam Peng said, comforting her.
"Grandma, don't say that. I believe Jia Jia didn't do it on purpose. She was just fooling around with me and she accidentally..."
"You fell off the building by accident. It has nothing to do with her," Peng Zezai's said coldly.
"That's right. It has nothing to do with me. Hubby, I'm hungry. Let's go." Zhao Jia giggled.
Peng Zezai did not reply. He just turned around and towed her out with him.
The two by the bed watched as they walked out together. They closed the ward door behind them, and only the sound of their footsteps could be heard in the quiet corridor.
"I... Can I ask you a question?"
"Go on."
Zhao Jia looked at him and asked seriously, "Have we received the marriage certificate?"
"Yes."
"Has the wedding been held?"
"No."
No... as expected, he did not like her. He did not even want to hold the wedding because he did not love her.
Peng Zezai looked at her. Was she going to force him to hold the wedding?
The phone rang. Zhao Jia picked it up. "Tang Tang, I didn't find Lin Qingyan. How are the preparations going over there? Can anyone help?"
"You don't have to worry about the company. Go back and rest. Your health is important. I'll accompany you to the hospital for a follow-up tomorrow." Fang Tang said.
"Okay," Zhao Jia replied and hung up the phone decisively. She was afraid that Fang Tang would impulsively tell Peng Zezai about her pregnancy.
The two of them walked out of the hospital building. Zhao Jia had just taken two steps to the left when Peng Zezai pulled her. "Where are we going?"
"Why do you care where I go? Unless you want to go on a date with me?"
In an instant, Peng Zezai let go of her hand.
The night had just fallen. The moon hung above their heads and wore a faint halo. Peng Zezai and Zhao Jia's shadows could be seen on the ground. They looked like a loving couple.
However, Peng Zezai turned around coldly and left. Although she had guessed this would happen, she still felt a little uncomfortable. Why did she marry Peng Zezai?
Peng Zezai, did he already love someone else? Zhao Jia walked out of the hospital slowly. Suddenly, a black car stopped in front of her.
The driver got out of the car and opened the door to the back seat. "Miss Zhao, please."
In the car, Zhao Jia saw Zheng Zilin's handsome face. She pointed at him.
"How did you know I was here?"
"There's no one I can't find. Why? Do you need me to pick you up personally?"
"I'm not going back to the company..."
Zheng Zilin patted the seat beside him. "It's not safe for you to travel alone."
"Miss Zhao, this is the entrance to the hospital. We can't park here. Please get in the car," Luo Zijing said.
Zhao Jia had no choice but to get in the car.
The car door closed. Zheng Zilin came closer to her and asked, "It's been a day. Have you missed me?"
Zhao Jia shook her head. "No... I'm married. Please keep your distance."
"A widowed marriage is so boring. Peng Zezai, that jerk, is not worthy of you."
The photo on Peng Linlin's phone appeared in Zhao Jia's mind.
She understood now. Zheng Zilin had said bad things about Peng Zezai in front of her because he wanted her to divorce Peng Zezai. Once she did, he could be with him. They were real.
In the past, she was too insensible. She had been sandwiched between the two of them, and she got in the way of their love. Their feelings were not recognized by the world. Love was too difficult. The two of them must be in great pain.
Zhao Jia turned, and a hint of excitement appeared in her eyes. "Yes, you're right. He's too much. He clearly doesn't like me. How can he marry me?"
Zheng Zilin could not understand the sympathy in Zhao Jia's eyes. However, he was very willing to watch and even add fuel to the fire when she was ready to go against Peng Zezai.
"After you fainted, you seem to have changed..."