Forced Love: Flirting with the Boss

And the girl who pushed Han Chuyuan turned deathly pale.

But just as the car was about to hit Han Chuyuan, a figure suddenly charged out, directly embracing him and rolling to one side.

The car brushed past them.

"Xiao Yuan! Are you alright, are you hurt?" Ren Chuqing called out anxiously.

Slowly lifting his eyes, Han Chuyuan looked at the person who had saved him—a person whom he should call Sister!

But throughout his life, the time he had spent with her could be counted on one hand!

"Why did you save me?" The distinct clear voice of a youth came from him.

"You are my brother, of course I had to save you!" Ren Chuqing said matter-of-factly.

"Brother? But I've never considered you my sister," Han Chuyuan said calmly.

Ren Chuqing's face turned pale, "I... I know, but no matter what, to me, you are my brother, someone I'm willing to risk my life to save!"

There was a flicker in Han Chuyuan's eyes as he moved closer to Ren Chuqing's ear, speaking in a low voice that only they could hear, "But do you know? Just now I saw that car coming, so I let myself be pushed down."

Ren Chuqing's pupils constricted sharply, disbelievingly looking at the young man before her, "Why?"

"Because I really wanted to know if I would die. Too bad, it seems I won't." Han Chuyuan curled his lip, stood up, and looked down from his greater height at Ren Chuqing, who was still sitting on the ground, "In the future, don't do such pointless things. I don't need you to save me!"

In those beautiful peach blossom eyes, there was an indifference to life and death, as if he didn't care about his own life at all!

It wasn't until Han Chuyuan had left that Ren Chuqing slowly came back to her senses.

"Hey, your arm is bleeding!" someone nearby exclaimed.

Only then did Ren Chuqing realize that blood was seeping from the joint of her elbow, the bright red blood soaking through the sleeve of her white blouse, looking strikingly conspicuous.

"It's fine." Ren Chuqing, with her head down, limped away from the school gate.

Not far away, a black Bentley was parked, and the person inside had witnessed everything that had just happened at the school gate.

"Second Young Master, should we... get someone to help Miss Ren dress her wound?" Shen Zhihai asked.

Wen Muqing watched Ren Chuqing's retreating figure through the car window glass, her arm bleeding through the sleeve.

The sight pricked his eyes.

Wen Muqing fiddled with an old lighter in his hand. To him, it was just a game. He wanted to see, now that she said she would be responsible for him, to what extent she could be.

"No need, let's go to the company," Wen Muqing said indifferently.

He wasn't his father, and so wouldn't, like his father, give everything for a woman, only to be left battered and bruised because of one!

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Ren Chuqing went to the hospital to get her wounds treated.

With blood cancer, her wounds were harder to stop bleeding than others, and even the emergency room doctor treating her muttered, "Your blood doesn't clot easily. You'd better have a test, get a blood draw to check your hematology."

"No need, I have leukemia, so it's harder for my blood to clot than others," Ren Chuqing replied, even noticing pity and sympathy in the eyes of the doctor who was accustomed to life and death.

After all, at her age, to have such an illness was too young.

She smiled, at least knowing that she had one more good year to live, enough time to arrange her own affairs.

After leaving the hospital, Ren Chuqing returned to her apartment only to find that Wen Muqing was already at home.

His tall figure was sitting on the living room couch, emitting a presence that was impossible to ignore.

"Sister, what happened to you? Are you hurt?" Wen Muqing looked at Ren Chuqing's limping leg, and her elbow wrapped in a white bandage, asking.

"I just took a tumble by accident, twisted it a bit, and scraped some skin, but it's been treated at the hospital already, there's nothing serious," Ren Chuqing said with a forced smile as if nothing had happened.

He walked up to her, "That fall sounds quite severe."

"It looks worse than it is, really. It'll be fine in a couple of days. You must be hungry, right? How about we order some takeout today? What would you like to eat?"

She was about to take out her phone from her bag when he suddenly grasped her hand, "Sister, would you lie to me?"

"Of course not," she replied.

A flicker passed through his eyes; sadly, she had just lied to him.

"So if both Han Chuyuan and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save?"

Caught off guard by the question, she took a moment to respond, "What?"

"If Han Chuyuan and I fell into the water at the same time, who would you save?" he repeated the question.

Those piercing phoenix eyes seemed to know exactly how she got injured today!

"If that really happened, then I would do everything in my power to save you both!" Ren Chuqing said, because for her, choosing was impossible.

"But what if you can't save both? If one is destined to die, who would you choose, Sister?" his voice rose softly again.

Ren Chuqing suddenly smiled faintly, "If truly one is destined to die, then I choose for me to die and for both of you to live."

He frowned; her smile at that moment had an ethereal quality, like a fleeting wind that, even though she was right before him, was impossible to grasp.

In his chest, an inescapable restlessness surged!

"You won't die!" Wen Muqing suddenly said, "Even if you chose your own death, I wouldn't let you die!"

As long as he didn't permit it, she couldn't die!

Ren Chuqing lifted her uninjured hand and gently stroked Wen Muqing's face, "Yes, I won't die easily!"

Only... she also couldn't live for very long.

She didn't want him to look at her with eyes filled with impending death; instead, she wanted to spend a happy year with him.

Therefore, she had to keep it hidden from him, only hoping that one day, he would forgive her!

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At night, after washing up, Wen Muqing carried Ren Chuqing back to her bedroom and carefully placed her on the bed.

"Thank you," she said.

But he sat by the bedside without leaving right away, instead looking down at the swelling around her ankle. "You said you went to the hospital, did they give you any anti-inflammatory medicine?"

"Ah, yes, it's in my bag," she said.

He then found the ointment in her bag, unscrewed the cap, and cautiously applied the medicine to her.

The cool ointment, smoothed on by his fingers, brought comfort to the swollen area around her ankle.

However, after applying the ointment, Wen Muqing's fingers didn't leave her ankle. Instead, he gently pinched it.

"What's wrong?" Ren Chuqing asked, puzzled.

"Sister's ankle is so delicate; it feels as if a gentle pinch could break it," he murmured softly.

"I'm not glass; I wouldn't break with just a pinch," Ren Chuqing said with a laugh.

"If I were to crush the ankle bone, then Sister wouldn't be able to go anywhere, right?" he said, staring at her ankle with a serious tone, causing Ren Chuqing to stiffen all over.

As if he really had such an intention!