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Gong Yichen ignored him and gently helped Song Jiayin up. He let her lean into his embrace and slowly rolled up her sleeves.

Zheng Rui took out a cotton ball to disinfect her while saying, "But I still want to advise you. Your family's situation isn't like other families, since you value her, don't hurt her because of it."

Gong Yichen watched as Zheng Rui's needle slowly pierced into Song Jiayin's arm, and said without a care: "I am already married to her, there is nothing to worry about."

Zheng Rui's hand that was pushing the pole paused for a moment, and then he pushed it in normally, and said in surprise: "What did you say? "Marry?"

Gong Yichen was unwilling to reveal too much, he softly replied with an "En", and did not say anything else.

Zheng Rui understood that he couldn't meddle in Gong Yichen's matters, so he tactfully did not ask any further. After finishing the acupuncture and leaving a few boxes of medicine, he left a few words of advice before leaving.

After Zheng Rui left, Gong Yichen held Song Jiayin tightly in his embrace, and looked towards a certain direction with a dark and gloomy expression.

When Song Jiayin woke up, he discovered that she had actually returned to his dorm. She knocked on her swollen and aching forehead a few times. She put a few boxes of pills on the side and a note on the bottom. Song Jiayin suspiciously picked it up and looked at it, only to see a row of elegant and handsome words written on it: Remember to eat medicine, this is my phone number, if you need anything, call me.

Song Jiayin sat up with the slip of paper and looked at her pillow. A few boxes of cold medicine beside him started to move. Body … She felt that there was nothing wrong with her body, and inwardly sighed that her illness had come too suddenly. She left just as quickly.

Song Jiayin looked at the phone number that Gong Yichen had left on the slip of paper, hesitating whether he should call it or not. After all, the matter between the two of them had not been resolved.

Just as she was deep in thought with her phone, her phone suddenly rang. Song Jiayin's hand trembled and he almost dropped the phone.

"Hello? Yin Yin, why did you only just pick up my phone call? " Min Peipei impatiently said.

Song Jiayin said helplessly: "I was sick, I just woke up."

"Huh?" Min Peipei was a little surprised: "What's wrong with you? Is it serious? "

"It's nothing now, I slept better. Why aren't you back yet? "

"Sigh, don't mention it anymore!" Min Peipei said in a low voice: "My boss sure changes a lot. How impressive! I'm going to work overtime tonight, so I'm probably not going back! " The two of them were in their third year of university, and they had already finished their final exams. Most of the people in the school had already left, but the two of them had found internships and stayed in the dorm.

Song Jiayin said: "Alright then, you be careful, if you're too late, don't come back."

Min Peipei agreed, and the two exchanged a few more words before hanging up. Song Jiayin looked at the dark sky outside, wondering if she should go out and eat something. Just as she was hesitating, the phone rang again.

Song Jiayin hesitated for a moment before pressing accept. Gong Yichen's unhappy voice immediately sounded out, "Who were you talking to just now?

Song Jiayin said snappily: "This doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, right?"

"Don't forget, you're my legal wife now."

"Don't play rascal with me!" Song Jiayin was a little angry.

Gong Yichen did not mind her attitude and said flatly: "It doesn't matter if you admit it or not, this is the truth."

"I want a divorce or I'll sue you in court!" Song Jiayin said angrily.

Gong Yichen chuckled and said: "Come out, I'll wait for you at the entrance of your school."

"What are you doing?" Song Jiayin asked vigilantly.

"I have to talk to you about such a big thing as a divorce. "Hurry, I'll be there in a moment, hurry up and come out." After Gong Yichen finished this sentence, he did not give Song Jiayin a chance to speak and immediately ended the call.