After Time Traveling, I was Forced to Marry a Wealthy Family

Jing Zheng had specially organized a team of orthopedic experts to perform rehabilitation for Zheng Xuran, but Zheng Xuran was very uncooperative. He was determined that his legs would never recover and was unwilling to do those painful and useless exercises.

Zheng Xuran’s legs were still covered with steel plates, and he felt swelling and pain when walking with crutches, but he hated wheelchairs and would rather endure the pain and move step by step than sit on something that made him look like a cripple.

Jing Zheng always silently watched behind him, watching him move with difficulty, watching him grit his teeth and persist. His heart always rose and fell with Zheng Xuran’s movements. Every time Zheng Xuran stumbled and almost fell, Jing Zheng would subconsciously stretch out his hand but quickly put it down with restraint.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help him; it was just that Zheng Xuran always pushed him away coldly.

Someone who had liked him so much in the past was pushing him away like this, he didn’t even want to look at him.

Jing Zheng’s heart was filled with bitterness, and his lungs hurt as if it were filled with a suffocating bitter taste.

He had been used to having Zheng Xuran by his side when working, so he brought Zheng Xuran inside the study to accompany him.

Of course, Zheng Xuran resisted at first. He shouted, “I am no longer your assistant! I have no obligation to work with you!” while kept struggling to escape.

Jing Zheng was not a good person to begin with, and he got angry after being contradicted again and again. He simply snatched Zheng Xuran’s crutches, picked him up by the waist, and put him on the sofa in the study.

Zheng Xuran was shaking with anger, but Jing Zheng took away his crutches. He sat on the sofa and could not move, so he had to play with his mobile phone in a dull manner.

Jing Zheng didn’t need him to do anything. His new assistant was very efficient at work. To be honest, the new assistant was at least 30% more efficient than Zheng Xuran.

Jing Zheng just hoped to see this person when he raised his head after work. Although Zheng Xuran always ignored him, as long as he could see him, Jing Zheng felt like he had returned to the past.

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One day Zheng Xuran was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone as usual. Jing Zheng was reading the contract at the desk not far away. After a while, Zheng Xuran’s expression changed a little. He looked around. The new assistant had gone somewhere, and there was only Jing Zheng in front of him, one person.

Zheng Xuran hesitated for a moment and whispered, “Jing Zheng, give me the crutches.”

Jing Zheng raised his eyes, “What do you want to do? I’ll carry you.”

Zheng Xuran gritted his teeth, “I don’t need your help. I’m just a useless person, it’s not worthy of your time. Give me the crutches. I have to go to the toilet.”

Jing Zheng looked at him fiercely, “Stop calling yourself useless person! I… I was in a daze at the time, so I said harsh words. I already apologized, and I regret it very much, so don’t torture yourself and me with this word again!”

Zheng Xuran was too lazy to argue with him. He simply gave up the idea of ​​getting a crutch, stood up with difficulty on the sofa, and tried his best to hold on to the sofa. He put his body weight on his left foot and stood with his right leg hanging.

When Jing Zheng saw him getting up, he quickly put down what he was doing and rushed over, hugged him, and scolded him angrily, “Why are you so reckless? Why did you get up by yourself! What if you fall?! What do you want me to do if you got worse?”

The last sentence could be called weak, even a little worried about gains and losses.

But Zheng Xuran just glanced at him coldly, “You can live well without me. I’m just a dispensable pet to you, right?”

Jing Zheng’s expression froze, and he hugged Zheng Xuran tightly, pressed him into his arms, kissed his hair and forehead, and said almost in a panic, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it was all my fault before, I was the bastard, you…don’t say that, I feel uncomfortable in my heart.”

Zheng Xuran felt even more uncomfortable than him. He pushed Jing Zheng away fiercely. He stumbled due to dizziness and quickly held on to the sofa to stand still in front of him.

He stared at Jing Zheng and cursed with great hatred, “Why are you pretending to be pitiful now! Have you been wronged in those three years, huh?! All the hurt was caused by you, and I am the only one who has to bear it! I just ignore you and you act as if I was torturing you! Do you know how much suffering and injury I have suffered? When you locked me in the solitary room and ignored me, did you ever think about me? How uncomfortable and painful it was for me?!”

Zheng Xuran finished shouting breathlessly, his chest heaving violently, even to the point of pain. He closed his eyes and said very tiredly, “Jing Zheng, you are not the one hurting and you are not the only person I could fall in love with.”

Jing Zheng listened silently, his body becoming stiffer little by little, and he slowly clenched his hands. He didn’t know what to say. The harm he had inflicted on Zheng Xuran could not be made up for by words alone.

“No…” Jing Zheng thought desperately, maybe he would never be able to make amends in his lifetime. He would never be able to get Zheng Xuran’s forgiveness until his death. Zheng Xuran would hate him for the rest of his life, and then a hundred years later, when a person was about to die and even his for his last word, he would say without hesitation: “I hate you.”

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“I… will take you to the toilet, don’t you want to go?” Jing Zheng tentatively hugged Zheng Xuran, but he stopped his hand halfway.

“Give me the crutches.”

Jing Zheng had no choice but to go to the door and bring the crutches in for him. Zheng Xuran took the crutches and walked to the bathroom without even looking at him.

Jing Zheng was worried bu he didn’t dare to follow him too closely, so he had to stay two steps away from Zheng Xuran and follow him silently.

Zheng Xuran entered the bathroom and closed the door with his hands. Jing Zheng almost bumped into the door. He took a step back and stared at the door with complicated eyes.

Zheng Xuran came out a few minutes later. He saw that Jing Zheng had returned behind the desk, playing with something in his hand.

Zheng Xuran didn’t plan to stay here any longer. He was so out of control just now. If he continued to stay, he didn’t know what would happen.

Zheng Xuran walked out silently. When he passed by the desk, Jing Zheng stopped him. Zheng Xuran turned a deaf ear. While Jing Zheng threw the things in his hands on the table with a clang.

Zheng Xuran looked at it subconsciously and his expression changed.

There was a pistol on the table, with a silver-white barrel and a beautiful color that looked like an ornament.

Zheng Xuran felt that the gun looked familiar.

“Do you still remember it?” Jing Zheng looked at the gun with some nostalgia, “When you first came to the Jing family, you didn’t know anything and were even afraid of guns. I personally taught you how to aim, how to shoot, and how to use it. This is the gun.”

He sat on the chair and looked up at Zheng Xuran, “Actually, although I am sometimes very strict, your current skills were all taught by me.”

Zheng Xuran’s eyes looked a little strange, “Yes, you cultivated me as a weapon and never treated me as a human being. Jing Zheng, do you want to play these tenderness cards now? You have abandoned me mercilessly. Do you still expect me to be able to think about you? I just… I can’t help but think how stupid I was before, Jing Zheng, I don’t like you anymore.”

He wanted to trampled all the treasured memories under his feet without caring about them. He thought Jing Zheng would be furious, but the other party just sighed, took a breath and said in a low voice: “I know…I’ve known it for a long time.”

In this short sentence, it was as if his heart was broken.

Jing Zheng pushed the pistol under Zheng Xuran’s hand and said softly: “There are three bullets in it, you can shoot me three times… I am not Gu Huai, I don’t know how to coax people, if shooting me can alleviate your resentment, then just do it.”

Zheng Xuran’s body swayed, as if he had been hit on the head with a stick. His emotions suddenly exploded. He picked up the pistol on the table, pointed the black muzzle directly at Jing Zheng’s head, and said sternly: “Do you think I don’t dare to shoot?!”

“Of course, you won’t.” Jing Zheng said sadly. He smiled, “Because you hate me so much.”

Zheng Xuran gritted his teeth. Scenes from the past appeared in front of his red eyes. He raised his hand and shot Jing Zheng in the shoulder without hesitation!

The high-speed bullet grazed Jing Zheng’s shoulder blade, and blood quickly poured out. A large area was wet on the black shirt, which was shocking.

Jing Zheng frowned, but did not move. He took a breath of air, stretched out his hand to press his heart heavily, gritted his teeth and smiled, “Here, you still have two bullets. If you really hate me, you should shoot here. Shoot me in the heart, come on.”