There aren't many people in the cafeteria yet.

Many students are still in get out of class.

When Zhou Ji arrived at the cafeteria, he soon saw the three of them.

When she saw him, her eyes sparkled, and she jumped up and waved to him, completely ignoring Jiang Zhi who was still talking to her, and of course, not answering his question.

Zhou Ji strode over, and she, like a thief, handed him the strawberries she had specially saved for him: "Eat them quickly, I saved them for you, they're very sweet."

She could have eaten it all by herself.

She is such a good wife, a wife you couldn't find even with a lantern.

She even knows to save some strawberries for him.

Zhou Ji doesn't actually like strawberries; they're neither sour nor sweet, so they don't really suit his taste.

He was very supportive, picking up a strawberry and putting it in his mouth.

She looked at him expectantly, already a little impatient: "Is it sweet? Is it delicious?"

Zhou Ji nodded: "It's delicious."

She then urged him to eat a couple more strawberries. Zhou Ji thought for a moment, then stuffed a strawberry into her mouth, which shut her up and appeased her.

Zhou Ji glanced at Jiang Zhi and nodded politely to him, which was enough to acknowledge his greeting.

Jiang Zhi didn't like Zhou Ji, but he couldn't say he hated him either.

He knew why Zhou Ji had married his sister in the first place. Over the years, Zhou Ji, as a husband, had indeed done nothing wrong.

Their material conditions and marital fidelity are impeccable.

There were no other shady habits or vices.

Having done this much, it seems that is enough.

Jiang Zhi glanced at his sister, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. He opened his mouth, then calmly swallowed his words back.

"I'm going back to my dorm to rest." Before leaving, Jiang Zhi turned back again: "Send me her most recent medical records to my email; I'd like to take another look."

Zhou Ji paused for a moment, then hummed in agreement.

Every additional person brings a greater hope.

Zhou Ji still hoped that his wife could live longer, after all, she was still very young, not very old in reality, and still very naive.

The good is simple, and the bad is simple too.

After Zhou Ji fed his wife strawberries, she seemed to calm down, but when she reached the cafeteria entrance, her round eyes started to dart around mischievously again, as wary as a sharp little animal, looking around for any of her natural enemies.

Zhou Ji knew what she was investigating.

She didn't like him having female assistants or secretaries at work, whether young or old, pretty or not.

Zhou Ji knew that she was possessive, so after her several extreme actions, he intentionally avoided them. On occasions that required a female companion, he would bring her along when she was in a good mental state.

Before she could finish looking at the suspicious person, she turned her face back, grabbed his tie, stood on tiptoe, and sniffed around his neck.

Zhou Ji gently pressed her hand down: "Are you done?"

She seemed a little embarrassed, as if her tail had been stepped on. She had to play the role of a virtuous wife and loving mother and couldn't be too harsh.

She blinked: "Okay, okay."

Zhou Zhengchu watched silently. The three of them actually got along very awkwardly.

It's strange in a way that's hard to explain.

She was the only one who looked happy.

The car was parked outside the teaching building when suddenly she stopped and turned to look at her son, who had been silent since earlier.

Only in these rare moments of peace would she quietly look at the child she had carried for ten months.

She is very good-looking, and her temper is neither good nor bad.

He was already very tall, as tall as his father. The sunlight stretched his shadow on the ground. He didn't say a word, looking somewhat abandoned, a little lonely and a little pitiful.

Students coming and going around.

It seemed to bring her to a brief moment of clarity, or perhaps it was just an illusion; she was still living in her own world, a princess in the innocent stories woven by her husband and son.

She looked at Zhou Zhengchu, and although reluctantly, she said, "Happy graduation."

She paused, then added somewhat fiercely, "You're not allowed to say things I don't like to hear anymore, or I'll continue to hate you."

Zhou Zhengchu clearly hadn't expected to hear those words from his mother. He swallowed hard, his throat tightening. "Thank you."

Her mother probably just said it on a whim, and soon her attention was diverted to other things.

Zhou Ji booked a restaurant with a high degree of privacy.

Perhaps because she had already eaten ice cream, she wasn't very hungry, and she put down her chopsticks after taking only two bites of lunch.

The room was warm, and the sunlight streamed through the entire glass window. She felt a little sleepy after eating.

Exquisite private rooms decorated in a Japanese style.

After she finished eating, she lay on Zhou Ji's lap, looking lazy and not wanting to move.

The air conditioning inside was set high, and her face seemed to have been blushed and turned a lovely pinkish-white by the spring air, making her look incredibly beautiful.

Zhou Ji didn't touch his chopsticks again. She gently rested the back of her head on his lap and looked up at him.

When she was with Zhou Ji.

She seemed to always ignore the presence of others. She looked at Zhou Ji and said, "You are really good-looking."

Zhou Ji remained calm on the surface and simply nodded.

She continued, "I like everywhere."

Zhou Ji then fell silent, muttering to herself for a while, seemingly without needing a response.

She nestled on his lap and slowly fell asleep.

Zhou Ji carried her back. She could sleep for ten hours a day, sleeping after eating or playing.

I'll fall asleep when I get tired of talking.

Although it's quite noisy, the noisy period doesn't last long each day.

A few more days passed.

Zhou Ji had his assistant book the plane tickets and hotel in advance; the flight to the United States would take more than ten hours.

Fortunately, the environment in first class was quite nice.

I should be able to get some sleep soon.

After landing, she seemed to be in a good mood, staring intently at the lights outside the airplane window.

This wasn't her first time in the United States.

However, her memory is poor now, and she has forgotten many things.

My memories are also very confused.

Just a few days ago, she celebrated Zhou Zhengchu's graduation, but now she's treating him like a high school student again.

She looked beautiful. Zhou Ji had picked out the dress for her and helped her put it on. She had a great figure and fair skin, and the dress suited her perfectly.

Many people at the airport were looking at her.

She turned to me and asked innocently, "Are we here for our honeymoon?"

Zhou Ji touched her hair: "No."

He was very patient: "I'm here to see a doctor."

She opened her round eyes, still not quite understanding, "Who's sick?"

She looked at Zhou Ji and thought he seemed perfectly healthy, not like he was sick. So she turned to her son, whom she had ignored the whole way, blinked, and asked, "Are you sick?"

Her complexion improved, and her gaze towards him softened with tenderness and sympathy.

When you're sick, you have to take medicine.

The medicine is very bitter.

It doesn't taste good at all.

It's also very uncomfortable when she's sick. Every time she's sick, she won't even let anyone leave the house.

However, she didn't have the strength to go out at that time. After taking the medicine, she was very sleepy and just wanted to lie in bed and sleep.

Zhou Zhengchu looked into his mother's eyes but didn't tell her the truth. Her sympathetic gaze was better than her indifference.

We arrived at the hotel.

As Zhou Ji was checking in, she walked awkwardly to his side.

For now, since she was in front of Zhou Ji, she decided to play the role of a virtuous wife and loving mother; it wasn't that she really cared about him that much.

She walked up to him, seemingly curious: "What illness do you have? Is it serious? Will you die?"

She asked the question as if it were purely out of curiosity.

Zhou Zhengchu thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "It's not serious, he won't die."

She said, "Oh, it's good that I won't die."

She then muttered, "I don't want to have another child. Childbirth is very painful, and the child might not be obedient or sensible, which would be even more troublesome, like raising an ungrateful child."

She was afraid he wouldn't understand, but after she finished speaking, she seemed to regret it a little. He was a patient now, how could she be so cruel to a patient?

We should at least wait until he recovers.

So she shut her mouth again and said nothing more.

Perhaps seeing that he wasn't angry, she slowly mustered her courage and tentatively asked him, "Don't you have to go to school?"

He hasn't answered yet.

She nodded to herself again: "Being sick is good, because then I don't have to go to school."

Zhou Zhengchu pursed his lips and said, "Mother, I have already graduated."

She doesn't remember again.

She exclaimed, "Really? You didn't tell me."

She stubbornly shifted the blame onto him, and then, seemingly trying to save face, she asked, "Have you chosen a university yet? Have you decided what to major in?"

Zhou Zhengchu paused for a moment. His mother's memory was also strange; sometimes she could remember things, and sometimes she would forget them very quickly.

However, there is one point.

Even the slightest thing done to her, or a single word said that she didn't like, she would remember perfectly.

Zhou Zhengchu said, "I haven't made a choice yet. I'll let you know when I have."

During the short time the mother and son chatted, Zhou Ji had already completed the check-in procedures.

The hotel's location is also excellent.

In downtown New York, dozens of stories high, the windows offer views of Manhattan's nightscape.

Zhou Ji called the doctor in advance to discuss the matter, and while he was on the balcony, he would occasionally look back at the doctor.

She was wearing his shirt, lying on the sofa with bare legs. After a while without looking back, I saw her pull out a bottle of red wine from somewhere.

I don't know where she got the strength, but she opened the red wine, hugged the bottle, and drank it down in one gulp.

He doesn't have a high alcohol tolerance, and after drinking only a little, his face turned red, as if he had been touched by the colors of spring.

She looked quite cute when she was tipsy.

Zhou Ji apologized to the man on the other end of the phone in English, then hung up. He returned to the living room, looked at the person on the sofa, and sighed helplessly.

Zhou Ji rubbed his temples and gently lifted her small face, which was pink and white, delicate and soft, as if it had been steamed by the aroma of alcohol.

Zhou Ji swallowed hard, and suddenly felt a strong urge to kiss her.

He bent down and kissed her.

She looked very happy; her eyes brightened, and she became much more lively. She grabbed his hand and pouted her soft lips, whispering, "Why did you kiss me?"

She laughed happily again as she spoke: "You like me too, don't you?"

Zhou Ji patted her head, glanced at the wine bottle, and then slowly pulled it out of her arms.

"I'm sick, so I can't drink alcohol."

She frowned. "It's not me who's sick, it's our son."

She continued, "He can't drink, but I can."

She never felt that she was sick.

She felt very happy.

*

My appointment with the hospital is at 10:00 AM.

She drank alcohol last night and went to bed early, but she has trouble getting up today.

When Zhou Ji picked her up from the bed, she was still whining and reluctant, instinctively continuing to burrow deeper into the covers.

Zhou Ji patiently straightened her hair, then helped her get dressed without changing his expression, and carried the person who had just regained consciousness downstairs.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the first step was a routine check-up.

Then we set up the various instruments.

Private hospitals are highly efficient as long as you have money.

The results came back quickly and were almost identical to those from tests conducted in China.

There is nothing particularly unusual about it.

The values ​​are all normal.

However, the gradually weakening body cannot be stopped or reversed.

This decay is invisible.

There was no reason.

She was still very dissatisfied at the hospital, muttering that she wasn't the one who was sick, so why did she have to have tests done?

However, seeing that Zhou Ji and her son didn't look too good, she didn't want to complain anymore.

I'm afraid of saying too much.

If Zhou Ji's mood worsens, what if it affects her? She's not stupid.

In front of Zhou Ji, she always treated Zhou Zhengchu well, putting on a convincing act.

She looked at Zhou Zhengchu and asked, "Why do you look unhappy? Is it because the result wasn't good?"

Looking at her reminded Zhou Zhengchu of what the doctor had said.

It has an impact on lifespan.

But it didn't have that much of an impact.

They may just have a shorter lifespan than the average person.

Zhou Zhengchu used to think he hated her to death, hated her cruelty to him, but the moment he heard the doctor's diagnosis, his heart ached as if it had curled up.

He was somewhat speechless.

He forced a smile and said, "I'm not unhappy."

She said "oh," but it's unclear whether she believed it or not.

Zhou Ji didn't plan to stay in the United States for long; she wasn't used to living there. The day before she returned to China, she dragged him to the mall and bought a lot of things.

Clothes, skirts, high heels, and lots of pretty bags.

By the end, we were so tired from walking that we could barely walk.

She made Zhou Ji carry her on his back, and obediently lay on his back. She had already planned to go back, but then directed Zhou Ji to go to a men's clothing store.

Zhou Ji glanced at her, but she looked away, touched her nose, and said softly, "I want to buy a suit."

Zhou Ji asked, "Who is it for?"

She said, using her full name, "Zhou Zhengchu."

She picked out a custom-made suit jacket, but didn't know if the size would fit.

She looked at her husband pleadingly.

Zhou Ji gave the size, asked the shop assistant to pack it, and then paid the bill.

Zhou Ji casually asked, "Why did you suddenly buy him something?"

She rarely bought anything for Zhou Zhengchu.

Over the years, the number has been very small, only a handful.

She gave a soft "ah," a little embarrassed but also very self-assured: "He's sick, he's very pitiful."

"Although he was always very mean to me, I don't hold it against patients. I'll just consider it a gift for him to go to college."