After divorcing the mute girl, President Gu knelt down and begged for reconciliation.

Chapter 77 Many Thanks
Jiang Ciyu was still conscious and had the strength, so it didn't take much effort to drag the person out.

Looking at the mud-covered face, Song Jin'an's fingers trembled. She couldn't speak, so she could only communicate through sign language.

Are you alright?

—I'm sorry, it's my fault.

Song Jin'an was soaking wet and was so anxious that tears were streaming down her face. But because there were still two lives in the car, she wiped away her tears haphazardly, turned around and climbed back into the car. She first dragged out the old man, and five minutes later, she dragged out the middle-aged woman.

The old man's condition was very bad. Song Jin'an had learned some first aid knowledge. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned the old man's clothes and began to perform CPR.

The more she pressed on, the more Song Jin'an felt herself collapsing, because she could feel the old man's body growing colder and colder. She didn't even dare to check his breathing. Tears streamed down her face as she thought, "Don't die, don't die..."

Just then, Jiang Ciyu, despite not having rested for long, reached out to check his breathing. His voice was a little cold, but still somewhat comforting: "He's still breathing a little. Move aside, I'll take over."

After saying that, he pushed Song Jin'an away and began to give the old man artificial respiration and CPR.

One minute later...

five minutes later……

Eight minutes later...

Suddenly, a violent cough relieved Song Jin'an's anxiety.

The middle-aged woman beside him burst into tears of joy: "Daddy, Daddy..."

She almost lost her father, but thankfully, she met a kind person.

When Song Jin'an saw that the old man had come back to life and regained consciousness, she collapsed to the ground.

The weather here is very unpredictable, so we need to leave immediately. Jiang Ciyu's phone was still working, so she immediately made a call. After the old man calmed down a bit, she carried him down the mountain.

Jiang Ciyu carried it for a while, then Song Jin'an carried it, and finally the old man's daughter carried it. The three of them took turns carrying it for more than ten kilometers.

Throughout the journey, Song Jin'an didn't utter a sound, carrying the old man down the mountain on her back. Jiang Ciyu just watched her, her not-so-big body carrying a man much bigger than her.

Just then, he suddenly realized that it was truly rare for this little mute to be able to unleash such powerful strength.

"Give it to me, I'll carry it."

"Song Jin'an, you can't carry it anymore. Don't try to be brave. Give it to me. I'm a man."

Jiang Ciyu asked her to put the person down and move him to him, but Song Jin'an looked like she could still manage and shook her head, because she knew that Jiang Ciyu's arm was injured and had just bled a lot. If she made him carry her again, his arm would be ruined.

Song Jin'an thought to herself that she couldn't owe this person a favor anymore, and she couldn't afford to.

The middle-aged woman standing behind her, her eyes brimming with tears, even felt a pang of self-loathing. Remembering the bank card in her pocket containing two million yuan, she finally made her decision.

"Miss Song, take a rest, I'll carry you."

She works as a cleaner, so she has plenty of strength.

Just then, a burst of joyful shouts erupted from not far away: "Found them! Found them! They're up ahead!" The policeman in the car spotted the three of them immediately and revved the engine to move forward. Meanwhile, Gu Xijue, sitting in the passenger seat, kept his eyes fixed on the three people in front of him.

When he saw Song Jin'an covered in mud and barely able to stand, with someone on her back, his anger felt like it could rip the roof off the car!
After the car stopped, he slammed the door shut with a bang, like a thunderclap. The policeman felt a ringing in his ears and couldn't help but rub his ears, thinking to himself that if the car door had been broken, he would definitely make this Mr. Gu bleed money to buy a new car.

Song Jin'an watched as Gu Xijue strode towards her, his eyes bloodshot. When Gu Xijue stood in front of her, the police quickly helped the old man into another police car so that the police car could take him to the hospital first.

"Song Jin'an, are you willing to risk your life for the truth?" Gu Xijue's first words were not words of comfort, but rather a strong accusation!
One could even say that the sight of her being devoured was terrifying.

"With your personality, even if we divorce, I could never entrust the child to you!" Gu Xijue stared intently at her, his voice authoritative and icy: "Don't let your crazy behavior corrupt Gu Hetang!"

The four sentences in a row were all accusations.

Song Jin'an's mind was wandering, as if all her energy had been drained away. She only had one thought in mind: I'm so tired...

She didn't respond to Gu Xijue's accusation and leaned back. Jiang Ciyu saw her fall and quickly reached out to catch her, but the next second Gu Xijue violently snatched her into his arms!
Those eyes seemed to want to devour someone: "Young Master Jiang, I will settle the score with you properly when we get back for luring my wife here."

"Please don't appear in front of her again in the future."

After saying that, he picked up Song Jin'an and carried her into the car. Jiang Ciyu, with no expression on his face, just watched his back and took two steps forward. The three of them squeezed into another car.

Gu Xijue's face turned ashen, and he was about to speak again when the policeman driving the car spoke up: "Mr. Gu, this is the only car we have."

The implication was that we should just make do for now and decide what to do when we get back to the city.

Gu Xijue snorted coldly, his eyes fixed on the unconscious woman in his arms, and said nothing more.

……

When Song Jin'an woke up again, she was in the hospital.

Her whole body ached, and because she was exhausted, the pain was quite severe. When she opened her eyes, she saw the ceiling.

All four of them were receiving treatment at the town's hospital, and it was no longer advisable to drive out at this point. For their safety, they decided to spend at least one night in town and then head back to the city the next morning if the wind and waves were not too strong.

Song Jin'an and Gu Xijue, who was sitting by the hospital bed, looked at each other. He pursed his lips tightly, not wanting to argue with her at all.

Before she lost consciousness, she seemed to hear him say that if they divorced, he wouldn't give her their daughter...

Just then, there was a knock on the ward door, and the police brought in the middle-aged woman, who seemed a little uneasy.

Song Jin'an raised her hand and gestured with difficulty.

How is your father?
She was a little slow to understand the gestures, afraid of hearing bad news, but obviously the woman couldn't understand them, and neither could the police. Gu Xijue, with a stern face, helped translate: "She asked you how the old man is."

"much better."

Then the middle-aged woman bowed to Song Jin'an: "Mrs. Gu, thank you so much. If it weren't for you and that young master Jiang taking us with you, my father and I would have been swept away by the flood. Thank you so much. You are a good person. I am willing to stand up and help you identify Miss Su..."

(End of this chapter)