Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Ye Shengge turned around and met the man's dark eyes.

Ji s.h.i.+ting asked, “Ms. Ye? Why are you here?”

Ye Shengge clenched her fists and mumbled, “This… This is my car…”

To be precise, it was the company's car.

Ji s.h.i.+ting raised an eyebrow and said, “What happened, Sun Ye?”

She sounded upset.

“President, it's like this…” Sun Ye explained.

The man relaxed and smiled at Ye Shengge. “I see. Please let us sit in here for a bit.”

She sounded very natural.

Ye Shengge moved closer, and Ji s.h.i.+ting walked in and sat beside her.

“Sun Ye, how long until our car arrives?” The man asked.

“Um… It might take another half an hour,” Sun Ye explained.

“So slow.” The man frowned and looked at the woman beside him. “Do you mind waiting for another half an hour?”

“You… You and a.s.sistant Sun can wait at Dr. Song's house,” Ye Shengge couldn't help saying.

“I don't like the atmosphere inside.” Ji s.h.i.+ting's eyes were deep. “Although we're divorced, we still know each other. Are you going to kick me out?”

Ye Shengge didn't dare look him in the eyes, but she could feel the man's gaze on her face.

Of course, she wouldn't let him get out of the car. After all, that man had just been discharged, but… they had said they wouldn't meet again. What was going on?

Besides, it sounded like an excuse, especially with what Sun Ye did.

However, Ji s.h.i.+ting seemed natural, as if everything that had happened today was just a coincidence.

Ye Shengge couldn't help suspecting that she was overthinking.

Forget it. Half an hour would do.

“Of course not,” she answered stiffly. “The scenery here is beautiful. I'll go down and take a look.”

She then pushed the door open.

She felt very stressed being in such a small s.p.a.ce with that man, so she decided to wait outside the car.

However, before she could move, the man beside her groaned.

Ye Shengge turned around and saw that the man was frowning. He was covering his wound with one hand, and it looked like it was hurting.

“s.h.i.+ting?” Ye Shengge panicked. She forgot everything she had said and swore. She rushed to the man's side and said, “Is your wound open? Lin Qi, Lin Qi, drive! Go to Jing'an Hospital!”

“Okay!” Lin Qi started the car.

“I'm fine.” Ji s.h.i.+ting took the chance to hug her and chuckled. “It hurt a bit just now, but it's all better now. There's no need to go to the hospital.”

“But why does your wound still hurt? You've already been discharged. Shouldn't you be fine already?” Her face was pale. She held his shoulder with one hand and her other hand was on his chest, as if she wanted to check it out, but she didn't dare act rashly.

Ji s.h.i.+ting grabbed her hand and looked at her.

The woman's face turned pale, and tears welled up in her eyes.

“Mm, it doesn't hurt.” His voice was hoa.r.s.e. “Don't be afraid. I lied to you.”