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

Lu Luozhi felt a little resentful of herself, wondering why she had said she wanted to take a bath.

Now look what's happened! He even helped me put on my clothes and styled my hair.

"You go to sleep first, I'll go reply to an email."

After drying her hair, Ying Yuchuan gave her some instructions and then rushed into the study.

Yeah.

It's better that he's not here.

Exhausted and in pain, Lu Luozhi lay on the bed, her soul seemingly leaving her body, her eyes vacant.

What's going on every single day?

As she lay there, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier...

……

early morning.

Ying Yuchuan returned to his room from the study.

The quiet atmosphere told him that someone was asleep.

He tiptoed to the bedside and, in the dim light of the room, gazed down at her, who was fast asleep on the bed.

Her smooth, silky black hair was scattered on the light gray pillow, and her injured right leg stretched out from under the covers, drying in the sun.

Because of injuries to both hands, he slept in an unnatural position, lying sprawled on either side of his head.

Her entire posture was one of unrestrained boldness, with her limbs spread wide.

He checked the wound on her hand, took out some wound medicine he had brought back from the hospital, and gently disinfected and applied the medicine to her wound.

He also changed the gauze on his knee to a new one.

She's always so rough and careless; her wounds are always bleeding. How can that be?

After doing all that, he turned off the light and went to bed.

As soon as she lay down on the bed, she automatically moved to his side, drawing warmth from his body.

The temperature has been around 10 degrees Celsius these past two nights. The room has a heating system, so it's not cold, but she still loves to stick close to him.

As soon as I lay down on the bed, she clung to me.

She lay on her side, resting her cheek against his arm, rubbing it comfortably.

He glanced at her in the darkness, then reached out a finger and curiously poked her soft cheek.

She thought it was a mosquito and reached out to swat it.

He gave a soft hum.

I poked it again.

You bastard, I'll make sure you don't remember me.

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When I woke up, it was already past nine o'clock the next morning.

Ying Yuchuan has already gone to work at the company.

Lu Luozhi struggled to get out of bed, but with every movement, she felt excruciating pain.

After struggling to get off the bed, she suddenly noticed an electric wheelchair and a rehabilitation cane placed against the wall.

"Young Madam, you're awake?"

There was a maid cleaning outside the living room. Hearing her make a noise, I immediately went into the room.

Seeing her standing by the bed, she immediately went to help her up.

"I was sent by Young Master Yuchuan to take care of you. You can call me Xiaofen, Madam. Young Master Yuchuan has gone back to the company and instructed me to take good care of you today."

Xiaofen is a very enthusiastic girl. She pointed to the wheelchair on the side.

"Young Master Yuchuan arranged all of this for you. He said that you have difficulty moving around and you can't get around when he's not home, so he had these sent over to you so you can go out for a stroll in the garden and relieve your boredom."

"Come on, let me help you go wash up."

Xiao Fen helped her to the bathroom. "Young Master Yu Chuan said he has a lot of things to do today and won't be back until tonight. If you need anything, or if you feel unwell, please feel free to call him."

Xiao Fen truthfully relayed to her what Ying Yuchuan had told her.

Every step was arranged for her.

Lu Luozhi felt somewhat guilty.

He denied what he had thought about last night.

Although he is old-fashioned, serious, and has obsessive-compulsive disorder and a germaphobia, he is a good person, he is a good person!

After washing up, Xiaofen diligently went to the kitchen to bring her breakfast.

"Young Madam, Young Master Yuchuan also said that if the Old Master and the others come, you don't need to see them or pay attention to what they say. He said he will handle it."

Xiao Fen smiled and said, "Young Master Yu Chuan is really good to you, Madam. I've been in the Ying family for five years, and although I've always been with the Third Miss, this is the first time I've heard him explain so many things in such detail. He was just afraid that you wouldn't be happy, Madam. Look how good Young Master Yu Chuan is to you."

She went into the room to make the bed.

"We were quite shocked when we heard that Young Master Yuchuan had gotten his marriage certificate. He has never had many female friends, so it's no wonder we were surprised when he suddenly announced that he was getting a marriage certificate."

Lu Luozhi listened to her silently, drinking the yogurt she was holding.

"We just didn't expect that the usually serious Young Master Yuchuan could be so considerate. This is the first time we've ever seen him like this."

"By the way, young mistress."

Xiaofen brought out the bed sheets that had been changed.

"Young Master Yuchuan changed your dressing before he left, so you don't need to apply it yourself. He will apply it for you when he comes back tonight."

All these densely packed words reached Luluzhi's ears.

She glanced at the wound on the back of her hand.

There are indeed traces of freshly applied medication.

Hehe, turns out he's not so clueless after all. He secretly took care of all this while she was asleep.

A wide smile spread across his lips, and his mood suddenly improved, like the bright summer sunshine.

She drank the cup of yogurt in her hand in one gulp.

Is this what he meant when he said he would try to learn how to be a husband?

After breakfast, Lu Luozhi didn't want to stay in her room, so she used her rehabilitation cane to slowly move out of the garden.

Today is Friday, an important day to pick up her tricycle from the city management bureau, but she is injured, so I had to ask Lu Ming to go there after school.

Sigh, what a pity, I'll miss out on earning money for several more days.

She slowly walked to the pavilion.

The daytime temperature wasn't as cold as the nighttime temperature; it was quite pleasant.

The warm sun hung in the sky, the air was fresh and invigorating, and the fragrance of flowers filled the air.

The garden scenery during the day is very pleasant, with greenery as far as the eye can see.

That row of red maple trees, like raging flames, stood quietly to one side, growing upwards.

Huh, what's that?

Lu Luozhi saw someone in the pavilion, so he peeked out and looked over.

She recognized him; it was Grandpa Ying.

He was at the stone table in the pavilion, holding a calligraphy brush, bending over and writing something.

Remembering Ying Yuchuan's instructions, she instinctively wanted to leave, not wanting to run into him.

However, she then thought that since Ying Yuchuan was so considerate of her, why couldn't she try to integrate into his family?

We can't keep acting like we can't face anyone, can we?

Thinking of this, she turned back from her original intention to leave and, leaning on her cane, slowly made her way towards the pavilion.

Hearing the sound, the old man, who was focused on writing, looked up and saw that it was her, then lowered his eyes and continued writing.

His attitude was somewhat cold.

Lu Luozhi didn't care. She laboriously moved up to the pavilion and craned her neck to look at the words on the paper.

She exclaimed in admiration.

"Wow, sir, your cursive script is so beautiful."

She read the poem written on it word by word.

"Drunk, I pick up my sword by lamplight; in my dreams, I hear bugles echoing through the camps. Eight hundred miles of roasted meat are distributed among my troops; fifty strings resonate with the sounds of the frontier. Autumn review of troops on the battlefield. My horse, like Lu Bu's Red Hare, flies swiftly; my bow, like thunder, startles the string. I have accomplished the affairs of the king and the world, winning fame before and after my death. Alas, my white hair grows."

After speaking, she smiled broadly, "Xin Qiji's 'Po Zhen Zi' was written as a heroic poem for Chen Tongfu. Old man, you are amazing, your calligraphy is so beautiful."

Grandpa Ying originally didn't want to pay much attention to her, but he also stood in the opposite position. However, when he heard her say that and recite the poem in its entirety, he was still somewhat surprised.

"Can you understand it?"

This is wild cursive script!

"I can understand it."

Lu Luozhi smiled and said, "Xin Jiqi is one of my favorite poets. I joined the classical poetry club in college and often wrote his poems. Besides, old man, my calligraphy is no worse than yours."

"Oh?"

The old man raised his voice slightly, thinking that he had devoted himself to calligraphy for nearly forty years, and how could he tolerate a young girl being so arrogant in front of him?

Especially since she's from a rural area, she might not have much experience or knowledge.

At that moment, feeling somewhat disdainful, he laid out another sheet of Xuan paper and handed her a wolf-hair brush.

"If you're so arrogant, then write something for me to see. I'll see just how capable you really are today."

Lu Luozhi smiled.

Row.

Let him broaden his horizons and convince the old man.