Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

A very classic movie line.

If he didn't leave soon, Ying Yuchuan was afraid he would burst out laughing and lose his composure, making himself a laughingstock.

How can she joke about this with such a serious expression?

Should I still work to support him?

Upon entering the study, he, who was usually serious and calm, finally let out a restrained smile.

How can she be so funny?

This is how it usually is; if I go to work with her...

Ying Yuchuan found it very interesting just thinking about it.

She might turn the office into a scene resembling a bustling market...

A cell phone ring broke the silence of the desk and his reverie.

He picked up his phone from the table; it was Yuan Yiwei calling him.

Once the call connected, Yuan Yiwei hesitantly began, "President, the Fang family has asked the Han family to act as intermediaries. They want you to give them face and meet with them to mediate the matter of Miss San. They say they're willing to pay compensation, any amount is fine..."

"Is he trying to outdo my family in wealth?"

He scoffed, "What I want is that brat surnamed Fang's life. Tell them, even if the Emperor himself came, it wouldn't matter to the Han family!"

"Okay, I understand."

Yuan Yiwei hung up the phone quickly.

Ying Yuchuan tossed his phone back onto the table expressionlessly; his good mood from just moments before had vanished completely because of that phone call.

joke.

How dare someone surnamed Fang ask for mediation?

From the moment Lu Ming and his sister were injured, there was no room for ambiguity.

Despite her seemingly carefree demeanor, Lu Luozhi knew that she deeply cared for Lu Mingshi.

How could he not see it?

But who can she blame?

Is it his sister's fault that her brother is seriously injured and hospitalized?

If she scolded him a few times or hit him a few times, he would feel better if he could vent all the pain in his heart.

She didn't do that; she silently processed her emotions on her own.

How could he, as her husband, not stand behind her and be her strong support?

Otherwise, he wouldn't have tolerated that farce between her and his grandmother, so that they could move out smoothly.

Ying Yuchuan spent a full hour "calming down" in his study before he finally refrained from taking a cold shower, something he considered somewhat morbid.

However, if she tempts him again, he might not be able to resist.

Why does he insist on not touching her?

Besides wanting her to remember him, there's something even more important: if she never has feelings for him, or if one day she meets... a man she likes and decides to break up with him...

Thinking about this, Ying Yuchuan felt a little short of breath and his heart ached.

Unwilling to dwell on this vague question any longer, he returned to his bedroom.

Lu Luozhi was already asleep; she had changed out of the nightgown that had almost made him unable to resist.

fortunately.

Otherwise, tonight will definitely be the most difficult night of my life.

The lights in the room went out.

As Ying Yuchuan fell asleep, he had a dream he hadn't had in a long time: he dreamt of himself and Lu Luozhi back then.

At that time, he was lying in bed with a high fever, delirious and hovering on the edge of death.

He was so thirsty, his throat was so dry, he really wanted to drink water, someone please help him, he felt so uncomfortable...

He tried to struggle to get up and find some water, but he couldn't. He had no strength at all. He felt as if he were surrounded by a scorching fire, a fire that was about to devour him bit by bit and burn him to ashes...

Suddenly, a stream of sweet, clear water was fed into his mouth, quenching his thirst.

He heard a soft, sweet, and innocent child's voice enter his ears.

Big brother, would you like some more water?

He wanted more, he wanted to drink more.

He opened his mouth, trying to respond to her words.

He made a gurgling sound, and she seemed to understand, so she fed him cool, sweet water again.

Big brother, my grandpa went to buy you medicine. Grandma and I are watching over you.

Are you feeling unwell? It's okay, I'll blow on it for you, I'll blow away the pain.

She's such a little brat; there's no way she could blow away the pain by simply blowing on it.

He tried to open his eyes, wanting to see who was chattering incessantly in his ear.

Through his blurry vision, he saw a little girl with a bun hairstyle. She had an adorable round face and a bright, sunny smile. When she saw him slightly open his eyes, she leaned her face closer and used her sticky little hands to pry open his eyes.

Big brother, why are your eyes so small? Let me make them bigger for you...

……

I was suddenly awakened.

Ying Yuchuan felt as if he had been punched in the eye, and felt a slight pain.

When he opened his eyes, he found the woman next to him with her limbs outstretched and her right hand placed directly on his face.

I guess she was the one who punched me just now.

He couldn't help but find it a little funny. He picked up her hand and placed it beside her. In the dim light coming through the window, he saw her move and turn her pretty, round face with a few freckles toward him.

In an instant, the face before me slowly overlapped with the innocent face that had appeared in my dream.

He stared, without blinking.

He couldn't help but wonder, did she really have no memory of him at all?

Is his presence really that insignificant?