Slow to mature after marriage

Mu Siwan lowered her head and realized that she was biting Bo Yan's finger.

She opened her mouth in a daze. The man's fingers slid out from between her teeth, leaving a deep ring of teeth marks on her thumb and forefinger, from which a thin trickle of blood seeped.

Bo Yan seemed not to feel any pain.

Instead of withdrawing his fingers, he gently wiped them across her chapped lips, removing the dried blood.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he sighed softly, "Wife, you scared me to death. You slept for three whole days."

Mu Siwan did not respond, still staring blankly into the air, her pupils unfocused.

Not daring to disturb her, Bo Yan quickly pressed the call button.

The doctor arrived quickly. After the diagnosis, he said, "Don't worry, the patient has avoidant amnesia due to childhood trauma. She's suddenly receiving too much information, and her brain is actively integrating it. Her physical indicators are normal. Just make sure she gets some rest and don't put any pressure on her."

The doctor left.

The ward fell silent.

Bo Yan sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching her absent-minded expression.

She leaned against the pillow, her face pale, her lips chapped, looking like a soulless porcelain doll.

Bo Yan felt sorry for her, so he patted her head and softly called her name.

"Zhou Yu'an, is that you?"

Zhou Yu'an's pupils contracted sharply, his unfocused gaze suddenly sharpened, and he brought his gaze back down to the ground.

As if she had been pulled ashore from the deepest part of the water, Zhou Yu'an gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently, and then—she let out her first wail.

Like a newborn baby suddenly arriving in this world, she cried out with all her might, a heart-wrenching wail.

is her.

She is Zhou Yu'an.

It's not Mu Siwan.

Not a substitute for anyone.

Bo Yan stood still, not going forward to hug her, but just watching quietly, letting her vent.

After a long while, his eyes also reddened, and he turned his head away.

I don't know how long I cried. My voice was hoarse, my tears had dried, and finally, some of the weight that had accumulated in my body for more than twenty years was released.

Zhou Yu'an cried until she was exhausted and then fell into a deep sleep.

-

Bo Yan walked out of the ward, closed the door, stood at the end of the corridor, and dialed Wang Jin's number.

"Still haven't been able to contact Zhou Xubai?"

During the three days that Zhou Yu'an was in a coma, Bo Yan had been trying to contact Zhou Xubai. On the first day, Zhou's assistant replied, "President Zhou has something important to discuss and will contact you later."

The next day, the reply changed to "President Zhou is not available to meet people these days."

On the third day, the phone simply wouldn't go through.

Bo Yan pinched the bridge of his nose, recalling how his wife had cried herself to exhaustion, and felt irritated.

Regardless of whether he was a brother-in-law or not, the man said coldly, "Send private investigators and bodyguards to investigate. Tie him up and bring him here."

-

Meanwhile, on a street in northern Beijing.

At this moment, Zhou Xubai had no time to care about whether the inkstone was thin or not.

He had been staking out the entrance of the Beijing North City Appraisal Center for three days, but he hadn't even caught a glimpse of Zhou Yu'an.

On the first day, he stood under the sycamore tree opposite the gate from eight in the morning to five in the afternoon. His legs went numb, and he smoked two packs of cigarettes.

The next day, he rented a car and parked it in a spot opposite the testing center. He waited from dawn till dusk. He rolled down the car window a crack, and a cold wind blew in, making his temples throb.

On the third day, he finally obtained Zhou Yu'an's phone number through other people at the appraisal center.

Call them.

Shut down, shut down, and shut down again.

Zhou Xubai sat in the back seat of the taxi, his stubble growing out and his coat wrinkled, looking extremely disheveled. Who would have thought he was the general manager of Haicheng Hang'an Group?

The driver was a kind-hearted guy. He stayed with him outside the appraisal center for three days, earning back his gas money, and he had a great attitude.

"Young man, are you an undercover police officer?"

Zhou Xubai absentmindedly replied, "...What?"

"They're investigating a case, catching criminals," the driver said, his tone tinged with excitement.

Just then, the testing center's vehicle was dispatched urgently. The traffic lights were off, but the vehicle was traveling at high speed, and the tires made a sharp screeching sound when it turned.

Zhou Xubai stared at the car, his eyes narrowing.

"Yes, driver, follow that car in front. Don't get too close, don't let them spot you."

Since staying at the testing center won't yield any results, we might as well go out and take a look. Maybe we'll get a pleasant surprise.

-

When Zhou Yu'an woke up, his emotions had stabilized considerably.

She left her phone at Muyan Garden. Bo Yan sent someone to retrieve it, charged it, turned it off, and placed it on the bedside table.

He turned on his phone and saw dozens of calls from unknown numbers, more than a dozen from his mentor Li Jiliang, and a few from Xiao Qin.

Zhou Yu'an dialed his master's number first.

"Wanwan—" Li Jiliang's voice was anxious on the other end of the phone, "What happened? Why haven't you answered the phone or come to work these past few days?"

"Master, I'm fine. I just took care of some personal matters and haven't had a chance to tell you yet, so please don't worry."

"It's good that everything's alright." Li Jiliang was relieved, then said, "There's been a major car accident in the south of the city, with dozens dead and injured. The forensic center is short-staffed. Are you free to come over now?"

"It's convenient," Zhou Yu'an said. "I'll be right there."

The call ended. She looked up and found that Bo Yan was leaning against the door of the ward at some point.

Her silver hair was a little messy, her black shirt was wrinkled, the top two buttons of her collar were undone, and there were a few faint red marks above her collarbone. She had a nonchalant kind of beauty about her.

"Convenient?" The man raised an eyebrow slightly, a half-smile on his face. "Did little Zhou Yu'an eat the doctor's advice to rest?"

Zhou Yu'an stared at the bloodshot eyes, and her heart softened instantly.

She waved to Bo Yan.

"Bo Yan, could you come here for a moment?"

Bo Yan scoffed, "Looking for a dog."

Despite saying that, he still walked over unhurriedly.

"What is it?" He stopped by the bedside, looking down at her. "Forget about me taking you for an autopsy. Your main task right now is to rest."

Zhou Yu'an didn't argue with him. She reached out and grasped his hand that she had bitten. The teeth marks on his hand had scabbed over, dark red, with a crescent-shaped ring around them.

She took the pink bone-shaped bandage from the bedside table, tore off a piece, and carefully applied it to the web of his hand.

Then she lowered her head and kissed him.

Thin inkstone fingertips trembled slightly.

The woman looked up at him, her eyes softening. "Thank you, Bo Yan. You've worked hard."

Bo Yan froze on the spot.

The AI ​​wife landed a direct critical hit, dealing 300% damage.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his Adam's apple bobbed and no sound came out.

The tips of her ears slowly turned red.

Zhou Yu'an continued softly, "Could you take me to the south of the city? There was a major car accident there, and they really can't leave me alone."

Bo Yan took a deep breath and looked down at her helplessly.

day.

It was indeed a honey trap.

But his hand was already uncontrollably reaching for the car keys.

-

The accident scene on the Chengnan Expressway was even more horrific than what was reported in the news.

The bus overturned beside the median strip, its body twisted and deformed, and its windows shattered all over the ground.

Several cars were jostled together after a rear-end collision, their front ends dented, and white fragments from the deployed airbags were hanging on the windows.

The air was thick with the smells of gasoline, blood, and burnt rubber, all mixed together in a pungent odor that made one want to vomit.

Zhou Yu'an arrived at the scene, put on protective clothing, gloves, and a mask.

She exchanged a few words with her colleagues to confirm their division of labor, then squatted down and quickly got to work.

She blocked out almost all sounds, leaving only wounds, bones, causes of death, and one question after another that needed to be answered in her world.

Time passed by, second by second.

By the time everything was finished, it was almost 3 a.m.

Aside from colleagues, there were almost no other onlookers. The open space outside the police cordon was deserted, with only a few media broadcast vans still lit up.

Zhou Yu'an slowly stood up.

Her legs were a little numb, and she stumbled when she stood up. A colleague next to her reached out to help her, but she shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

Then she finally noticed a burning gaze fixed intently on her.

Xiao Qin stood beside her, having held back all night, and finally couldn't take it anymore. She leaned closer, lowered her voice, and said with obvious displeasure and impatience, "Master, is that guy a pervert? He's been loitering around our forensic center for days, asking everyone for your phone number. He's been standing there for five or six hours straight since you started the autopsy, completely motionless, like a post."

Zhou Yu'an followed Xiao Qin's gaze and slowly raised his eyes.

Across the chaotic and noisy scene of the car accident, across the shattered glass and scattered luggage, across the flashing red and blue police lights and the staff coming and going, stood a man.

He was nearly thirty years old, wearing a dark gray overcoat, the hem of which was being blown about by the wind, and half of his face was hidden in the interplay of light and shadow from the streetlights and police lights.

He looked at her quietly, his eyes filled with unspeakable grief, tears streaming down his face.

Zhou Yu'an was still immersed in the dissection work he had just finished, meticulously calculating the formation mechanism and cause of each injury in his mind.

The moment I saw those eyes, my mind went completely blank.

The man ignored the police tape and walked towards her step by step.

Zhou Yu'an stood there, still wearing his protective suit, his body covered in blood and grime, watching helplessly as the man walked over.

Then, Zhou Xubai hugged Zhou Yu'an.

Zhou Xubai was certain that after twenty-one years, he had finally embraced his sister once again.