Slow to mature after marriage

"Baby, I heard your dead husband came back to China, did you know about it?"

When her best friend Fan Qiqi called, Mu Siwan was checking her forensic examination kit.

Periosteal elevator, spinal cord puncture needle, craniotomy saw...

She touched them one by one, casually replying, "I don't know. But if he really is dead, I should know immediately."

The mysterious death of Bo Yan, the sole heir of the Bo family, must eventually reach the ears of this forensic doctor. When the time comes to exhume the body and conduct an autopsy, she will personally perform the procedure.

Fan Qiqi laughed uncontrollably on the other end of the phone, then couldn't help but feel indignant on her behalf: "Speaking of which, you've been married to that jerk for three years, and you've only seen him a handful of times. You might as well have married a dead person; at least a dead person leaves behind a corpse. What has your elusive husband left you?"

Mu Siwan thought for a moment, then said seriously, "Money."

"They deposit five million into my account every month, quite punctually."

Fan Qiqi's expression instantly changed: "Hey, President Bo is a really good person, he's family-oriented. I want one like him too."

My husband only gives me money and never comes home. What more could I ask for?

After hanging up the phone, Mu Siwan packed her things, ready to leave work. Just as she stood up, she received an urgent notification—

A heavy snowfall hit Beijing last night, causing icy roads and a multi-vehicle collision in the south of the city, resulting in dozens of deaths and injuries.

-

The road to the scene was completely blocked.

Mu Siwan picked up her survey kit, got out of the car, and walked nearly a kilometer before she saw the police cordon.

The situation was worse than the reports had described. The survivors had already been taken away, the scene was cordoned off, and police lights reflected jagged beams on the icy road. She carried a suitcase weighing several dozen kilograms, pushing through the crowd to get inside.

As she passed the black sedan that was blocking the guardrail, she glanced at it sideways.

The car door was open, the airbags were dangling outside, and there was someone in the back seat—not lying down, but sitting.

She glanced at the other person's status, her gaze lingering for less than a second.

active.

Live.

Mu Siwan looked away uninterestedly and continued walking. Her feet crunched on the broken glass and ice shards.

The person in the car glanced at her, as if looking at her.

She didn't turn around.

-

Bo Yan returned to China in the morning and was involved in a car accident on his way to the company in the afternoon.

The injury wasn't serious; he had a cut on his forearm. After giving his statement, he sat in the back seat waiting for the insurance company representatives to come and negotiate.

He never expected to run into his wife, whom he hadn't seen much in three years, here.

She had a bare face, her hair was casually tied in a low ponytail, she wore a white down jacket, and she was carrying a suitcase as she walked towards a place full of dead bodies.

As she passed his car, she glanced in this direction.

Their gaze fell on him, lingered for less than a second—to confirm he was alive—then they looked away indifferently and quickened their pace to continue walking forward.

Bo Yan watched her walk away.

A moment later, he also looked away.

He was certain that his wife hadn't recognized him.

-

When the insurance company representatives arrived, Wang Jin, the assistant, also rushed over.

Bo Yan asked Wang Jin to negotiate, then got out of the car and stood for a few seconds, his gaze still fixed on the scene not far away.

Mu Siwan was already wearing a blue protective suit, only her eyes were visible. She was squatting on the ice, blood seeping into a patch at her feet. The surroundings were chaotic, and she squatted there, like someone from another world.

A colleague came over, and she looked up and said a few words in a low voice: "Position 3...traumatic brain injury...fractured lower leg, from the impact with the safety bar."

As Bo Yan listened, he suddenly recalled the scene of his first meeting with her three years ago.

At that time, she was wearing a dress befitting a socialite, standing there gracefully and elegantly, no different from any other young lady. But after staring at him for a long time, her first words were—

"Mr. Bo, your nose is very beautiful."

Bo Yan was taken aback, then smiled.

I've heard people praise my face and my eyes before, but this is the first time they've praised my nose.

"Really?" He became interested. "Tell me in detail, what makes it beautiful?"

She said earnestly, "The nasal bone is straight, with no signs of fracture healing. The nasal spines are well-developed, so the respiratory system should have been good before death."

Bo Yan stood on the ice, and remembering this incident, couldn't help but chuckle.

He married a human with a bad memory and treated her like a goddess.

I don't know what I was thinking three years ago.

-

After Wang Jin finished negotiating with the insurance company representatives, he looked up and found his boss staring at a distance, laughing inexplicably.

There were severed limbs and broken bodies all over there. When Bo Yan smiled like that, Wang Jin felt a chill run down his spine.

He walked over, followed the gaze, and saw Mu Siwan.

Wang Jin hesitated for a moment: "President Bo, that looks like your wife."

"I know." Bo Yan withdrew his gaze, lazily tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Did you think I had a bad memory like someone else? That I couldn't recognize my own significant other?"

Wang Jin didn't know who the person he was referring to was, and only asked, "Should we wait for your wife to leave together?"

"No need." The smell of blood made him uncomfortable, so Bo Yan turned and left. "She's busy, and she doesn't need it."

Wang Jin stood there, watching the two of them go one east and one west, and sighed inwardly: President Bo and his wife are indeed not familiar with each other.

They were the least familiar couple he had ever met.

Once in the car, Wang Jin turned on the navigation and glanced at Bo Yan through the rearview mirror—Bo Yan was leaning against the back seat, eyes closed, looking exhausted.

He didn't ask any questions, he just entered the address of the old house.

Having just lost, the person in the back seat pinched the bridge of their nose, which had been praised before, and suddenly said, "Let's go to Muyan Garden."

Wang Jin was stunned for a second.

Mu Yan Garden was the marital home prepared by the Bo family for the two of them. In the past three years, every time Bo Yan returned to China, he would visit his parents at the old house before flying away again.

This is the first time I've ever proactively suggested going to Muyan Garden.

-

By the time Mu Siwan finished dealing with the scene, it was already past 3 a.m.

It took me another hour to get home, take a shower, and wash off the smell of blood.

Mu Siwan was so tired that she couldn't lift her arms, and she didn't even bother to turn on the light.

She groped her way to the bedside in the dark and collapsed onto the floor.

Three seconds later, I fell into a deep sleep.

In the darkness, on the other side of the bed, Bo Yan slowly opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at the woman beside him who had fallen into a deep sleep as soon as she lay down, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

The heart is so big.

No one knew there was a living person in the house.

He looked at her for a while, then reached out and pulled the blanket over her, covering her halfway.

Then I lay back down and fell asleep.

-

The next morning, at 7:30, Mu Siwan's biological clock woke her up on time.

Before consciousness had fully returned, the body sensed something was wrong.

There was another breath beside them.

Without opening her eyes, she reached out and touched an arm—warm.

The conclusion has been reached.

"Alive."

The man's weary voice rang in her ear, completing what she hadn't finished saying.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Forensic Doctor Mu." Bo Yan turned to the side, her voice lazy, as if she hadn't woken up yet, deliberately teasing her, "I don't plan to increase your workload for now."