Chapter 116 Do you know the real him? ...

Their daily routine consists of eating, sleeping, handling official business, taking care of the child, and raising the cat.

Now, for Wei Li's mental health, we've added a stroll in the garden.

Although the trees are withered and gray, and not very aesthetically pleasing, at least the air outside is fresh.

The withered leaves on the cold lake, upon closer inspection, actually possess a rather picturesque quality.

The two people held hands and walked slowly around the path.

A group of people walked towards us, carrying some withered chrysanthemums in their hands; they must be from the flower shop.

They bowed their heads and greeted the two men.

His face looked somewhat unfamiliar; he was a temporary worker hired from the foot of the mountain these past few days.

The 100-day celebration for Zhizhi requires a lot of manpower, but the household is not well-staffed.

Zhao Xiheng's mind was entirely on Wei Li, concerned about whether his mood had improved, and she paid no attention to these people.

"It'll be Zhizhi's 100th day in a few days. Where should we bury the wine for her then?" Zhao Xiheng tried to find some topics that would interest him.

Wei Li perked up slightly, "Bury more, fill the wine cellar, and bury another jar in front of our window..."

"How about we bury the wine by the window and let Zhizhi leave her little footprints on it as a souvenir?"

"Hmm..." He nodded.

Wei Li forced a smile, trying to appear cheerful and relaxed; he didn't want to look sullen and spoil her mood.

The doctor said he was depressed, and Zhao Xiheng seemed to care a lot about it, and had been accommodating him all day.

It's just depression, it won't kill you.

Moreover, people will die when they reach a certain age; whether they die sooner or later, it's still death.

If he had died young, Zhao Xiheng would have been the youngest, most beautiful, and richest widow in the world, and the line of men wanting to be her male concubines would probably stretch all the way to Yongzhou.

Those men were young, charming, and handsome; they came in all shapes and sizes. Most importantly, they were cultured and well-read…

Once Wei Li's thoughts started to wander, she couldn't stop.

He tilted his head, feeling increasingly sorrowful. Those men were definitely better than him, and even if they were worse off, there was Xie Qingyu...

He felt he shouldn't think like that. He had to live to be a hundred years old and eliminate all the unstable factors that could take Zhao Xiheng away, instead of acting like a resentful husband. He wasn't usually like this; why was he acting so effeminate now? It wasn't like him at all.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Xiheng cupped his face and leaned closer, staring into his dim eyes.

Her fingers were slightly cool, and they unexpectedly touched his cheek. Her clear eyes were filled with his image, and Wei Li subconsciously took two steps back.

“No.” He shook his head.

He looked slightly tired, and Zhao Xiheng could even tell that he was forcing a smile.

She sighed softly to herself; sure enough, strolling through the garden had no effect on him.

"Let's go back."

"Aren't you going to keep shopping?" Wei Li asked. "I don't have anything else to do, you can continue shopping."

Zhao Xiheng hugged his arm. "No, I'm cold and sleepy. I want to go back and take a bath and go to sleep."

So how can he make himself happy?

While lost in thought, Zhao Xiheng changed her clothes.

Wei Li was still soaking in the hot spring in the adjacent room. He always washed up quickly, so Zhao Xiheng told him to go ahead.

She untied her waistband, and with a soft rustling sound, a piece of paper wobbled out from under her clothes.

Zhao Xiheng found it strange; how could she have a piece of paper on her?

Or rather, who secretly slipped this piece of paper into her body?

Carefully unfold the piece of paper, and you'll see a few words written on it.

Do you know the real Wei Li?

Do you know about Wei Li's past?

Do you want to know about his past?

Oh no!

Zhao Xiheng's hand trembled in fright. A ghost had entered her house! An outsider ghost!

I suddenly felt my hair stand on end, and a layer of white sweat rose up on my back.

If this person could slip a note into her body, what about Zhizhi?

She wasn't worried about Wei Li. Zhi Zhi was so young; what if a bad person got close to her?

"Xiao Tao!" she called out to Xiao Tao. "Bring Zhi Zhi over here. She'll sleep with us tonight."

Whether Wei Li is in a good mental state or not, Zhi Zhi always cries at night. Zhao Xi Heng was afraid that the noise would make him rest poorly and worsen his mood, so she originally planned to entrust Zhi Zhi to the nannies to take care of her for the next few days.

But now it seems safer to keep her by my side.

Zhao Xiheng then turned her gaze to the note in her hand.

The real Wei Li?

She's a paper tiger princess, even more spoiled and prone to crying than she is, and she knows that!

Wei Li's past?

He wandered to the north of Pingzhou and was adopted by the Prince of Zhenbei, then rebelled. Isn't that all? What else does she need to know about Wei Li's past?

Even if there are things he doesn't want to talk about, then he doesn't have to.

The two had been together for over two years, and their child was three months old. Compared to a mysterious and unseen person, Zhao Xiheng trusted Wei Li more.

After all, she's already in this state, and there's nothing she can gain from it. Wei Li wouldn't get anything out of lying to her.

As soon as Zhao Xiheng thought about it, her head started to ache terribly. Her brain had become rusty from not using it for so long.

"What are you thinking about?" Wei Li suddenly appeared at the door and urged her to take a shower.

Zhao Xiheng put the note away, not wanting to upset him at this time.

I definitely need to tell him this, but not now, because he's in a very bad emotional state right now.

Zhao Xiheng immersed herself in the warm spring water, closing her eyes in meditation.

Everyone knows what she knows about Wei Li's past, so this person certainly wouldn't use information that everyone already knows to whet her appetite.

Therefore, what he knows must be something that others do not know.

What people don't know is that this was before Wei Li was adopted by the Prince of Zhenbei.

So what exactly does this person know?

who is he?

What is his purpose?

No matter what, this person must be found. Just the thought of a guy with unknown intentions infiltrating her home made Zhao Xiheng uneasy.

She reflected on who she had met that day.

The only people I can vaguely recall are the servants in the house, some old and some new day laborers.

She breathed a sigh of relief and decided to start her investigation with the new day laborers.

After Zhao Xiheng left, Wei Li had already obediently dried his hair until it was half dry.

"Didn't you say before that you always wanted me to dry your hair? Why did you dry it yourself today?" Zhao Xiheng asked.

When Wei Li bothered her, she found it annoying; now that he doesn't bother her anymore, Zhao Xiheng feels a sense of loss.

"Hmm." Wei Li nodded gently, draped the new cloth over Zhao Xiheng's head and rubbed it gently. "I can wipe myself."

He asked Ah-Dan to dry his hair, but it was too much trouble for her and she would hate it.

Zhao Xiheng was drowsy from his massage, but then she remembered the important matter. She grabbed his hand, looking at him nervously, and cautiously asked for his opinion, "Would you mind telling me about what happened before?"

Wei Li's breath hitched, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly gathered her hair together. "Didn't you already know?"

"I'm talking about something from even earlier. Would you mind telling me about it?"

His face visibly paled, and he lowered his eyes. Zhao Xiheng realized that she might have asked the wrong question. Wei Li seemed to be very bothered by this past and therefore did not want to mention it.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. Actually, I'm not particularly interested in hearing about it. I'm just a little curious because I've never heard you talk about your childhood before."

"There's nothing to be curious about, it's just like that. I'm sleepy, let's go to sleep."

He instinctively tried to escape, wrapping himself tightly in the blanket. This behavior indicated that he was more than just bothered by the situation.

Why did Zhao Xiheng suddenly ask about this? Did she know something and was testing her?

No, no, everyone who knew about his past is dead. It's impossible for anyone to have told her.

He closed his eyes to comfort himself, when suddenly a chill ran down his spine.

One person is still alive!!

Zhao Xiheng took the opportunity to lift the blanket, snuggle into his arms, find a comfortable spot to curl up, wrap her arms around his slender waist, and then rub against him, silently comforting him, "Goodnight."

Wei Li's tense body gradually relaxed.

Tonight, neither of them is destined to have a sleepless night; even hundreds of "goodnights" won't bring them peace of mind.

Wei Li thought about the escaped fugitive and felt that he had to kill him to prevent future troubles.

But if we kill it, will we really be able to eliminate future troubles?

Will Ah-Dan really never know about the past he has been trying so hard to hide?

Can he really keep this a secret forever?

If she ever finds out...

He suddenly felt all his strength drain away. What would he do if she found out? He really didn't want her to know.

Zhao Xiheng cursed inwardly.

This is absolutely infuriating! Which bastard or punk managed to pinpoint Wei Li's fatal weakness so accurately?

The past of Wei Li that she already knew was not very respectable, so what must it have been like that he didn't want her to know before?

His emotions are unstable right now, and his heart is too fragile. Zhao Xiheng is really afraid that if she gives him the note, he will be agitated before she even finds him. In any case, he can't afford to have any accidents happen to him now.

Forget it, let's wait and see. We'll talk to him when he's calmed down a bit. In the meantime, she should try to find the person who did it.

As she pondered the problem, she placed her hand on Wei Li's back, patting him gently as if to lull Zhi Zhi to sleep.

Wei Li felt her gentle pats, as if he was being torn in two.

Half of him is his normal self, clamoring to find the person and kill them; the other half is his abnormal self, his voice choked with tears, crying that Zhao Xiheng will find out sooner or later, and when that day comes, it will be the day she doesn't want him anymore.

The next evening, Xiao Tao brought in a pot of golden chrysanthemums. They were blooming so beautifully that they were clearly carefully cultivated in a greenhouse.

"These are flowers that the flower shop said were for the young lady's 100-day celebration. We specially sent over a pot for you to see first."

Zhao Xiheng, with her sharp eyes, spotted a white tip amidst a cluster of orange and green. Her heart raced, and she used her hairpin to dig away the soil, revealing another piece of paper underneath, the same size as yesterday's.

"You know Wei Li has tattoos, right?"

Do you know what his tattoos mean?

She didn't even read it all, how could she know what it meant?

"The person I asked you to find secretly yesterday, focus your search on the greenhouse area."

Zhao Xiheng suddenly remembered a group of people she had passed by yesterday; they were the new day laborers at the flower shop.