The elevator doors opened.
Song Zhen's bodyguards were waiting at the entrance, guarding them tightly.
Even though it was two in the morning, there were hardly any people passing through the hospital parking lot.
After escorting them to the car, the car started and safely left the hospital.
It was then that Song Zhen took Gu Xinzhou's hand, facing her seriously and calmly, "I told him, we're getting married next month."
"It really is about me!" Gu Xinzhou was extremely annoyed, "Can't you guys take a roundabout strategy, save the country through a curve, and gently guide him? Must you be so straightforward? You know he has never liked me, and he's so old, he can't handle shocks. I don't want you to become a sinner because of me."
Gu Xinzhou really felt troubled by Song Zhen's straightforward male attitude.
Now, with Song Enshuo hospitalized because of the marriage news, it was even less likely that he would accept her!
Song Zhen grasped her other hand, turned to face her, and holding both her hands tightly, said solemnly, "I want to marry you! I can't wait! All the roundabout tactics are useless because the long torment of waiting can't quench the fire in my heart that urgently wants to marry you. Zhouzhou, I must marry you as soon as possible, otherwise, I feel like I might go crazy!"
Gu Xinzhou looked at the earnest Song Zhen, not knowing what to say, "But you can't just force it like this, there must be a strategic method!"
Song Zhen pulled her into his arms, holding her, "Stop worrying about all these messy things. After all, my greatest wish is to live a peaceful life with the woman I love. Zhouzhou, let's get married next month, no delays. I'll handle all the headaches, and I will make sure everything is done beautifully. I, Song Zhen, swear that I will never let you regret this in my life!"
Gu Xinzhou, from his serious demeanor, felt a full sense of security.
Song Zhen was still waiting for her answer.
But when the car stopped at their little villa, she still hadn't moved or spoken.
Song Zhen suspiciously supported her head and looked over.
Sigh.
He had poured out his heart to please her, and she had fallen fast asleep.
At nine in the morning, Gu Xinzhou woke up.
Neither Song Zhen nor Gu Yibo were at home.
She sat up, looking at the post-it note Song Zhen had left on her pillow: Take a good rest. Tomorrow a designer will come to measure you for your wedding dress and shoes.
Gu Xinzhou felt sweet inside, yet she said, "Who agreed to marry you? Busy arranging these things, so annoying!"
Washing up.
Suddenly, Gu Xinzhou noticed a dark mark on her neck in the mirror.
This was the legendary...
Realizing it later than expected, she quickly lifted her nightgown to check.
Not knowing wouldn't have been fearful, but looking was startling.
Ying ying ying~
"Song! Zhen!"
Song Zhen, at the hospital, sneezed.
Qi Lei asked with concern, "Boss, should I buy you your usual cold medicine?"
Song Zhen shook his head, "No need."
He glanced at his wristwatch, a hint of lingering meaning in his eyes, "Zhouzhou should be waking up now; she must be missing me."
Qi Lei: "..."
The doctor just came over with the medical reports, seriously telling Song Zhen, "Mr. Song, your father's heart attack was triggered by emotional stress, and the situation is still quite critical; you must avoid any future shocks. We'll observe for another day, and if the data is stable, he can be discharged tomorrow."
Having gotten the answer, Song Zhen also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."
He led Qi Lei and left without looking back.