After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

While Cen Shichuan's mind was still preoccupied with the words "boyfriend," his body had already reacted.

He moved the wheelchair as fast as he could and rushed to Xu Wantang's ward.

His gaze was fixed on the door, and something seemed to be burning deep within his pupils, sending chills down one's spine.

Push the door open forcefully.

Inside the room, a man was carrying a woman to the bedside.

"Xu Wantang!" Cen Shichuan's voice was icy.

The two people in front of them froze and turned around to look.

The woman in the man's arms was not Xu Wantang.

Cen Shichuan looked at the man; he was indeed tall and handsome.

The man asked, puzzled, "Sir, who are you looking for?"

Cen Shichuan pointed to the hospital room: "Where's Xu Wantang? What are you doing in her room?"

"I don't know the person you're talking about. My girlfriend just moved in."

"..."

Cen Shichuan didn't say anything and left the ward directly.

Lu Jiu immediately asked the nurse and learned that Xu Wantang had already been discharged from the hospital.

Cen Shichuan frowned, displeased: "Did you check the surveillance footage? Who let her leave the hospital?"

"We checked, the surveillance cameras are broken, but the doctor said the young mistress discharged herself."

"Yeah?"

Cen Shichuan's eyes darkened, and the feeling of losing control once again overwhelmed him.

At this moment, Lu Jiu looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.

Cen Shichuan raised his eyes: "What is it?"

Lu Jiu leaned closer.

"I just happened to see the young mistress's medical records in the doctor's office. One of her test reports from a few years ago showed that she fainted and was hospitalized due to excessive blood donation. However, there was a line written by her in her own handwriting at the bottom of the report, stating that she voluntarily assumed the risks and was discharged immediately."

"The date is the time you had a car accident at the branch office."

Cen Shichuan paused for a few seconds, then let out a cold laugh.

"Is it really such a coincidence that you saw it?"

Lu Jiu pursed her lips.

Cen Shichuan is suspicious; if he doesn't believe, he simply doesn't believe, and no amount of explanation will change that.

But even he, an observer, could see that Cen Shichuan was not heartless towards Xu Wantang; in fact, he had a great possessive desire for her.

Cen Shichuan simply refused to admit it.

If things continue like this, even if Xu Wantang has a lot of feelings for Cen Shichuan, they will all be worn away.

Lu Jiu didn't want Cen Shichuan to regret it, so he couldn't help but remind him, "Third Young Master, forging medical records is not easy, and it's simply impossible for the young mistress in her current condition."

Cen Shichuan paused in controlling the wheelchair, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Go check."

"Yes."

……

The Cen family.

The garage has wheelchairs available for the elderly.

Xu Wantang bounced into her wheelchair as soon as she got out of the car.

She didn't dare to be too presumptuous in the Cen family, partly because she was afraid that others would see her and arouse suspicion.

Secondly, she was afraid of implicating Cen Yuan.

She turned her wheelchair and said, "Second brother, thank you for bringing me back. You guys go ahead with your work, I'll head back now."

After saying that, she turned and ran away.

But the gaze on his back lingered.

Back in the room.

Xu Wantang locked the door and removed the plaster cast.

I jumped up and down on the bed a couple of times, then collapsed onto the bed, finally feeling completely relaxed.

She rolled over and took out her phone.

The screen lit up, displaying the emoji she had made for Cen Yuan.

Because she was so bored at the hospital, she did more than a dozen in one go.

Various Q-version big-headed dolls.

Sitting in meditation, holding incense, frowning, aloof.

The most embarrassing thing is that AI can generate all sorts of little outfits.

She secretly chose a suit with cat ears.

Surprisingly, it suits me quite well.

Xu Wantang covered her mouth and chuckled, then suddenly remembered that Cen Yuan had caught a cold and was suffering from a fever.

She quickly propped herself up, put on her cast, and left the room in a wheelchair.

Outside the door, the maid who was watering the flowers immediately blocked Xu Wantang's way.

Where are you going?

"kitchen."

Xu Wantang knew that the maid was sent by Cen Shichuan to keep an eye on her.

So I was too lazy to explain, so I just gave a casual reply and left.

The maid stared at her retreating figure and scoffed, "Going to the kitchen with a broken bone, what a show-off."

Immediately, she called Cen Shichuan.

"Third Young Master, Xu Wantang is perfectly normal. It's just that she insists on going to the kitchen in her wheelchair to prepare dinner for you. No matter how I try to persuade her, she won't listen. Anyone who doesn't know better would think she's deliberately trying to gain your sympathy by feigning weakness..."

The maid was sarcastic and unpleasant.

Cen Shichuan hung up the phone immediately, his deep brows relaxing considerably.

A faint sneer curled at the corner of his lips.

Xu Wantang finally couldn't keep up the fuss and started to show him kindness.

Cen Shichuan looked at the driver: "Let's go home early today."

……

kitchen.

Xu Wantang told the head chef and then went to cook for herself.

After she ladled the food out of the pot, two maids ran over.

"Xu Wantang, the Third Young Master wants you to go to the restaurant for dinner. We're waiting for you."

Before she could refuse, a maid pushed her wheelchair.

A maid took the plate from her and walked towards the dining room.

Xu Wantang had no choice but to head to the restaurant.

Didn't Cen Shichuan forbid her from eating at the same table?

What do you want to do now?

Just then, the wheelchair stopped in front of the dining table.

Xu Wantang looked up and saw that the restaurant was not only occupied by Cen Shichuan.

Grandpa Cen, Ji Yan, and... Cen Yuan were also sitting there.

I heard that my mother-in-law, Lin Manzhi, went back to her parents' home to visit relatives.

Xu Wantang noticed that Old Master Cen frowned when he saw her, so she immediately lowered her eyes and greeted him respectfully.

"Old Master, Second Young Master, Third Young Master, Discipline Master."

"Wantang, don't be shy, we're all family, and Ji Yan is an acquaintance too."

Cen Shichuan's voice was deep, and his tone was unusually gentle.

Anyone who heard this would think he was a good husband who cherished his wife.

Even Xu Wantang was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

Before she could react, Cen Shichuan grabbed her hand and tucked her hair behind her ear with his other hand.

"Even in this condition, you still thought of making dinner for me. Thank you for your hard work."

"..."

Xu Wantang trembled as he touched her hand, instinctively trying to pull away, but he gripped it tighter and tighter, making it impossible for her to move.

She lifted her eyes and met Cen Shichuan's gaze.

A light mockery, but one that cannot be refused.

It was as if she were a plaything in his hands, something he could manipulate however he wanted.

Unfortunately, Xu Wantang was powerless to resist.

Since that's the case, then I'll play along with Cen Shichuan.

Xu Wantang forced a smile: "It's no trouble at all, it's my duty."

Anyway, she wasn't making it for him to eat.

The words were spoken.

The desktop is quiet.

Xu Wantang twisted the hem of her skirt with her fingertips, lowered her head slightly, and avoided the faint gaze from the opposite side.

At this moment, Old Master Cen's sharp eyes swept over Cen Shichuan and Cen Yuan, and he picked up his chopsticks without making a sound.

"Cen Yuan, Ji Yan, I didn't know you two were staying for dinner today. Xu Wantang made all of Shi Chuan's favorite dishes. What would you like to eat? I'll ask the kitchen to add more dishes."

Upon hearing this...

Xu Wantang's heart tightened.

Old Master Cen has been eating the head chef's food for decades, how could he not recognize him?

He must have had ulterior motives for saying that.

Xu Wantang pursed her lips, not daring to look at Cen Yuan, and could only look at Ji Yan.

Ji Yan glanced at her indifferently, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and his words were smooth.

"Old Master, there's no need to trouble yourself. It's perfect that Second Young Master and I are fortunate enough to try Third Young Master's wife's cooking, thanks to Third Young Master. Isn't that right, Second Young Master?"

"Um."

Cen Yuan calmly picked up the bowl, his tone completely indifferent.

"Let's eat then."

Grandpa Cen didn't say anything more.

As Xu Wantang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Cen Shichuan signaled the maid to bring up the soup she had just made.

He laughed and said, "Second Brother, Discipline Instructor, try Wan Tang's lotus seed soup. She knows I like it and always cooks it for me."

"Need not."

Cen Yuan coldly refused.

No, please.

She cooked it especially for him.

Xu Wantang gripped her chopsticks tightly; she had been cooking for a long time.

She had trouble turning around in the kitchen while in a wheelchair, and she almost fell again.

If he doesn't eat it, then all her cooking was for nothing.

Xu Wantang secretly glanced at Ji Yan.

Ji Yan initially didn't want to pay attention to her, but after stuffing a mouthful of lotus seed soup into her mouth, she immediately looked at Cen Yuan.

Ji Yan: Have some.

Cen Yuan: I won't eat it.

Ji Yan: You'll regret it if you don't eat it.

Cen Yuan: I won't eat it.

Ji Yan raised an eyebrow: Because Cen Shichuan likes to eat?

Cen Yuan: ...

Ji Yan sighed and looked at Xu Wantang: He won't eat.

Xu Wantang pleaded pitifully: Please, please.

Ji Yan gritted his teeth: Are you two using me as a carrier pigeon?