Chapter 32 Jiang Nuanzhu: "Xu Heyi, if I had had my limb amputated, would you still want me?"

Xu Heyi helped her press the acupoints, his deep voice somewhat gentle: "The injuries above are all Mrs. Xu's battle records."

Before Jiang Nuanzhu could say anything, Xu Heyi suddenly asked, "Did you have a scar from your previous leg injury?"

Jiang Nuanzhu fell silent for a moment.

Xu Heyi: "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

Jiang Nuanzhu said calmly: "There is nothing you shouldn't ask. You are my husband, and you will know it later."

She rolled up her trouser legs a little, revealing her knees. There was a distinct scar next to them, about the width of a palm.

After six years, the scars have faded a little.

"There's one on the other leg, about the same spot."

Xu Heyi's gaze fell on the wound, his eyes darkening. "When you were injured, I was still abroad... I don't know the situation at that time. Is the injury serious?"

Jiang Nuanzhu smiled, "So what if you're in China?"

Jiang Nuanzhu's injury was initially kept a secret.

She was pushed down from the third floor by her own sister.

Once any information comes out, the police will come to the door, after all, this is considered intentional homicide.

It was only when Jiang Nuanzhu was about to be sent abroad for a second surgery that he could no longer hide the news from the teachers and friends who came to visit him, so he had to make it public.

Even if Xu Heyi was in China, by the time he heard the news, Jiang Nuanzhu had already flown to a foreign hospital.

"Nuanzhu, I was still your fiancé at that time."

At that time, there was no Yan Shi, so he could appear by her side and protect her with justification.

Jiang Nuanzhu's eyes darkened when she thought of her original situation.

She was in a terrible state at that time.

Full of resentment, he was locked up in a dark ward and almost twisted into the ugliest appearance by jealousy, resentment and hatred.

Even Jiang Nuanzhu herself doesn't like herself like that.

"Xu Heyi, it's great to meet you now."

"I've always felt that now is the best time for me to meet you and get married."

A little earlier, a little later, and you might have missed it.

The coldness in Xu Heyi's eyes disappeared, leaving only tenderness. "Mrs. Xu, have I ever praised you? You are also very good at teasing people?"

Jiang Nuanzhu's cheeks turned red instantly.

She lowered her head and gave Xu Heyi a light kiss on the cheek, then quickly stood up.

She tilted her face and said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Xu, for praising me."

The smile in Xu Heyi's eyes grew deeper.

Jiang Nuanzhu discovered that it wasn't that difficult to be more proactive?

And both of them will be very happy.

Suddenly, Xu Heyi asked in a hoarse voice: "Was the injury at that time very serious?"

This was the second time Xu Heyi asked this question, and Jiang Nuanzhu had no way to avoid it.

She sighed, her tone quite calm: "I guess so. I almost had to have my limb amputated..."

Jiang Nuanzhu suddenly laughed, "Xu Heyi, if I had had my limb amputated, would you still want me?"

She was just joking, saying it casually.

Unexpectedly, Xu Heyi looked at her with a serious look in his eyes and said very seriously, "Yes."

"Mrs. Xu, I said I always keep my promises."

He has waited for her for so many years, and no matter what Jiang Nuanzhu becomes, their engagement will remain unchanged.

The smile on Jiang Nuanzhu's face gradually faded, and she looked at Xu Heyi seriously.

"Xu Heyi, if you had come to my house six years ago to talk about the engagement, I would not have married you."

"I wasn't good enough back then. You deserve someone better."

Jiang Nuanzhu's pride does not allow her to become a burden to anyone.

After a moment, she chuckled and said, "So the timing of your appearance is just right."

Xu Heyi lowered his eyes, with an ambiguous look in his eyes.

There are not so many things in the world that are just perfect. It’s just that someone has been planning it for a long time.

…

After this incident, Jiang Nuanzhu had long forgotten that she was going to help Xu Heyi soak his feet.

Perhaps because they were talking about the past, Jiang Nuanzhu was not in a good mood and went to bed early.

Just when I was feeling a little sleepy, Xu Heyi came in after taking a shower.

Jiang Nuanzhu suddenly woke up and couldn't help but feel nervous. This was the first time that the two of them had slept in the same bed in a formal sense.

Not counting the last time at Jiang's house, she was completely confused.

Watching Xu Heyi approaching step by step, Jiang Nuanzhu reached up and turned off the light with a click.

Xu Heyi paused in the darkness: "Are you going to sleep?"

Jiang Nuanzhu covered her head with the quilt and pretended to sleep: "...Yeah."

A corner of the quilt beside him was lifted up, and the mattress sank, causing Jiang Nuanzhu's heartbeat to accelerate.

You can hear the sound of a pinprick falling in the quiet surroundings, and faintly hear the birds chirping outside the window and the sound of leaves being blown by the wind.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Nuanzhu lifted the quilt and looked to the side.

In the darkness, she could only see a vague outline. The dark shadow had a majesty that was not there during the day, and there was a hint of coldness in the air.

Jiang Nuanzhu gradually relaxed his breathing in the silence.

After a moment, Jiang Nuanzhu opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

She suffers from insomnia.

She stole another glance at the man next to her, but there was no sound.

Could it be that Xu Heyi fell asleep?

Jiang Nuanzhu took a few more glances to the side and felt a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, like the fragrance of mellow tea, and also like the fragrance of cedar amber, which gradually became stronger and was full of aggressiveness without making a sound.

The dark figure next to him suddenly spoke in a low voice: "Can't sleep?"

Jiang Nuanzhu froze, not daring to move. The little courage she had during the day had completely vanished. After a long pause, she finally spoke, "What perfume are you wearing?"

"perfume?"

"It smells like ink, but also like tea. I vaguely remember a type of tea ink having this scent."

The more Jiang Nuanzhu thought about it, the more familiar it seemed.

Xu Heyi: "Mr. Fu loves to use tea ink and has given me quite a bit. I've been practicing calligraphy with him for years and have been exposed to so much ink that I've probably picked up on its scent."

"Yes, I was wondering why it looked so familiar."

The moonlight shines through the cloud-patterned window lattices onto the ground, like a layer of smoke and gauze floating in the wind.

Jiang Nuanzhu suddenly became curious and asked, "How many years have you been practicing calligraphy with Grandpa Fu?"

The room was silent for a moment, and only Xu Heyi's steady and mellow voice could be heard.

"Sixteen years."

In a trance, Jiang Nuanzhu seemed to see the young Xu Heyi, holding a wolf hair brush, as clear and smooth as bamboo, writing and splashing ink under the sycamore tree in the old house of the Fu family.

The leaves of the sycamore are green, the old ink has a faint fragrance, under the white walls and black tiles, the young man is as beautiful as jade.

Sixteen years was exactly when they got engaged.

Jiang Nuanzhu thought of what Xu Heyi had said, 'I have been paying attention to you all these years.'

It turned out that not a single word he said was false.

In the dark night, a silent shock spread in Jiang Nuanzhu's heart.