Chapter 100 (1): Didn't you tell him they were already divorced?

In her studio, Zhuang Fuyao was communicating with the curator. She had been lacking inspiration in recent years and could only produce a limited number of works, few of which were outstanding.

However, this art exhibition has been in preparation for almost a year, and a lot of manpower, material resources and financial resources have been spent. It is not feasible to back down at the last minute. We can only rack our brains to attract the audience by starting with the creative ideas of the exhibition.

After several plans had already been rejected, Liang Chaoluo called. It wasn't a holiday or anyone's birthday today, so Zhuang Fuyao was worried something had happened.

"Wait a moment, I'm going to take this call."

...

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Fuyao's wrist trembled slightly. She hurriedly sent a message to the people at the studio and rushed to the hospital.

Looking at the pale, unconscious person on the hospital bed, her nose tingled, and she choked out, "What happened to your dad?"

Liang Chaoluo's expression was very serious. "He was in a car accident. His injuries weren't serious, but he just hasn't woken up."

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

“You told me before that I shouldn’t come to you about my dad’s affairs.”

She panicked for a moment, "How can these be the same?!"

She didn't want to have any entanglement with Liang Huaixu after the divorce, but in this life-or-death situation, if something unexpected really happened, any later and she probably wouldn't even get to see him one last time...

She closed her eyes, took a breath, and then exhaled.

Who usually takes care of things here?

“Caregiver, my grandparents’ application to return to China hasn’t been finalized yet, so we’ve had to send a top-notch medical team over first. If my dad still doesn’t wake up, he might be transferred to the UK in a few days.”

Zhuang Fuyao frowned almost imperceptibly. "I understand."

Liang Huaixu was unconscious, and there were still many things waiting for Liang Chaoluo to handle. One phone call after another came in, and Zhuang Fuyao told him to go ahead and do his work, "I'll keep watch tonight."

Accompanying her were Liang Huaixu's caregivers.

The caregivers sent by the Liang family were undoubtedly very attentive and meticulous, but the problem was that they were too meticulous.

These caregivers are not very old, and they are women.

Zhuang Fuyao felt a little awkward, but she held back for a moment.

Seeing that the caregiver was about to wipe his inner thighs, she couldn't resist helping him. "Let me do it," she said, telling the caregiver to go and rest.

The ward was quiet, with only her and Liang Huaixu present.

The man had his eyes closed, his face pale and sickly. She soaked a hot towel and wiped him down.

However, she felt that it was only a week, so there was no need to be so meticulous. She only planned to lightly wipe the exposed skin.

As he wiped his tears, two drops fell onto his wrist. "How could such a thing happen to a perfectly healthy person like this!"

She sniffed, controlled her emotions, wiped his exposed skin, and then used a cotton swab to apply some water to his lips.

After a short while, she sighed.

never mind.

Liang Huaixu is a germaphobe, and he would definitely feel uncomfortable if he was dirty, so she reluctantly helped him wipe himself clean.

After cleaning, she called the caregiver over.

After spending two days in the hospital, Zhuang Fuyao went home to take a shower and then went to her studio to hand over her work.

Liang Huaixu's current condition leaves her with no energy to hold an art exhibition, so she has no choice but to postpone it.

After finishing her work, she was about to drive to the hospital when she suddenly felt incredibly sleepy as soon as she sat down in the driver's seat. She closed her eyes and dozed off for a while.

I slept soundly for a long time, and when I woke up, it was already six hours later.

My phone has a lot of missed calls.

There were Liang Chaoluo's, Ning Xi's, and even Steward Cao's.

She hesitated for a long time before dialing back, afraid of hearing some terrible news. After calming herself down, she finally mustered the courage to call back, her voice slightly hoarse, "Hello?"

"Mom, Dad's awake."

-

It's half good news.

Liang Huaixu woke up, but a supernatural event occurred. It was said that Liang Huaixu at the age of 22 had his soul transmigrated into this body.

Zhuang Fuyao found it absurd and was more convinced that he had suffered brain damage from the impact.

Before they could even enter Liang Huaixu's ward, Cao, the housekeeper, called them to another empty ward at the hospital to verify the information.

Butler Cao solemnly produced a confidentiality agreement.

"..."

She looked incredulous. "Are you serious?"

Butler Cao solemnly said, "Yes, everyone who knows about this has signed a confidentiality agreement. In the few hours since Mr. Cao woke up, he has undergone a comprehensive physical examination. Apart from soft tissue contusions, there are no other lesions on his body. However, Mr. Cao's memory and cognition are indeed only those of a twenty-two-year-old."

Rather than amnesia, they believed more in the "soul transfer" that the man himself had said. The Liang family was well-informed and knew that every country had similar "investigation teams," so they were much more accepting of such things than ordinary people.

Zhuang Fuyao glanced at Butler Cao suspiciously, and signed the confidentiality agreement with some skepticism. However, once she entered the ward and saw the way Liang Huaixu looked at her, her initial skepticism turned into complete trust.

She awkwardly looked away. "Since you're awake, I'll be leaving."

"Fufu, where are you going?" Her voice was hoarse from not speaking for nearly ten days, and her breath was weak, conveying a heartbreaking sense of brokenness.

Zhuang Fuyao paused slightly.

Beside him was Butler Cao's expectant yet pleading gaze.

Before she entered the ward, Butler Cao asked her to stay with Liang Huaixu for a while to help him through this emotional withdrawal period.

She didn't want to agree at first, but when the doctor came over and started talking to Butler Cao, she softened and agreed.

Zhuang Fuyao was a little annoyed and helpless because of the mess she had taken over, and finally sighed.

So "What's it to you?" became "I'm going to take care of some work, I'll come pick you up after you're discharged from the hospital."

-

Dealing with work was a pretense; what was real was not knowing how to face Liang Huaixu. She rarely thought of Liang Huaixu after the divorce, but this incident forcefully brought their past relationship and memories back into her mind.

It made her recall it again and again.

She thought, "Fine, I'll help him this once."

If something like that happened to her, Liang Huaixu would definitely help her too.

Five days later, she went to pick up Liang Huaixu from the hospital.

This matter needs to be kept secret from outsiders. If we live in Boya Bay now, it will be easy for the familiar servants to notice something is wrong.

Zhuang Fuyao had no choice but to take him back to her own house.

Butler Cao was originally going to come too, but Zhuang Fuyao declined.

She doesn't like the feeling of her personal space being invaded.

Liang Huaixu alone is enough; the others are unnecessary.

...

On the way home, Liang Huaixu looked out the window and observed his surroundings. In the past sixteen years, Jiang City had undergone great changes. The urban area had expanded, and the old houses had been demolished and replaced by high-rise buildings.

Many things had changed from familiar to unfamiliar, even his former lover. He glanced subtly towards the driver's seat.

Zhuang Fuyao drove while chewing gum, her expression indifferent, showing no intention of chatting with him. Clearly, their relationship had become quite distant.

A hint of sadness flashed in Liang Huaixu's eyes.

I heard that he and Zhuang Fuyao have been divorced for five years now.

He was somewhat uneasy for the rest of the journey until the car entered the community parking lot and stopped.

Zhuang Fuyao unbuckled her seatbelt and raised her chin. "We're here."

She currently lives in a 280-square-meter high-rise apartment with a minimalist Italian style. As soon as she entered, a male voice greeted her, "Welcome home, host. I have been waiting for you for a long time..."

"..."

She initially thought the mechanical voice was too stiff, so her cousin Huang Jiayu recommended this set of live voice actor recordings to her.

The male voice was low and magnetic, with a slight bubbly quality, sounding like some kind of shady profession. Zhuang Fuyao said somewhat awkwardly, "This is the voice broadcast of the whole-house smart system."

Realizing it was an intelligent system, Liang Huaixu relaxed, concealing the hostility he had just felt.

Zhuang Fuyao took out a pair of her plus-size slippers. "There are no men's slippers here. I'll go to the supermarket to buy some later. You can make do with these for now."

"It's nothing." Liang Huaixu's lips curled into a faint smile.

After he changed his shoes, Zhuang Fuyao gave him a brief introduction to the appliances in the house and then took him to visit the room.

The room was spotless, and the four-piece bed sheet set was a light gray color, chosen according to Liang Huaixu's preferences.

Indeed, before marriage, Liang Huaixu's bed sheets were all shades of gray, but after marrying her, he had become accustomed to beige, apricot, pink, and cream...

He fondly remembered the feeling of coming out of the shower, lying in the soft, fragrant blankets, and holding Zhuang Fuyao in his arms.

In comparison, the light gray bed sheet looks very cold.

He seemed puzzled. "Aren't we sleeping in the same room?"

"..."

Zhuang Fuyao asked again, unsure, "You know us—"

"What about us?"

When she met Liang Huaixu's gaze, she paused, suddenly remembering what Butler Cao and the doctor had said: the life changes brought about by soul transmigration are catastrophic, and not everyone can withstand this mental pressure.

She suddenly felt a little reluctant to say it so directly.

After pausing for a moment, thinking that we could discuss this topic properly later, I took him to the supermarket to buy slippers and toiletries first.

"Could you please weigh out two jin of shrimp for me?" Liang Huaixu said to the sales clerk when he reached the seafood section.

Zhuang Fuyao was taken aback. "Why buy this?"

She wasn't planning to cook tonight; she was going to order takeout.

"I'll make you shrimp fried rice and seaweed soup."

While Zhuang Fuyao was lost in thought for a few seconds, Liang Huaixu took the shrimp and went to buy seaweed. His familiarity with the task made him seem unlike someone who had just transmigrated.

She muttered, "I'm not sick right now."

Liang Huaixu was too far away to hear her, so she leaned closer and said, "Takeout is so convenient now, we don't need to cook."

"Takeout food is unhealthy."

In the days following his awakening, Liang Huaixu frantically caught up on his knowledge, gaining a thorough understanding of societal developments and changes. He also studied a great deal of work-related material, which, although taking longer to grasp, was manageable with Zhou Ting's help.

He has become completely integrated into modern society.

“I have a few regular stores. I’ve been to their physical stores, and everything is freshly made, which is quite healthy.”

Liang Huaixu paused for a moment, then said, "But I want to make it for you."

"..."

His gaze was sincere yet tinged with a hint of ingratiation. "Is that alright?"

"…………"

Who would eagerly offer to cook for someone, and then cautiously ask if it's okay? If she didn't agree, it would seem like she was bullying her.

She replied in a muffled voice, "Whatever you want."

Liang Huaixu smiled and said, "Okay."

Zhuang Fuyao frowned slightly in annoyance.

That look in her eyes again.

His eyes, brimming with undisguised affection, were so full of love that anyone could tell he adored her.

When he was young, Liang Huaixu looked at her with this kind of gaze.

Anyone who sees him will immediately recognize him as her boyfriend.

As he grew older, Liang Huaixu finally became much more composed. He wouldn't show it in front of outsiders, but only when the two of them were alone would he occasionally reveal that kind of gaze, a captivating look that could draw people in.

After returning home, Liang Huaixu went to the kitchen to cook.

Zhuang Fuyao had just calmed down on the sofa when she heard him call her, so she had no choice but to get up and go over. "What's wrong?"

How do I use this?

"..."

Zhuang Fuyao had forgotten to teach him how to use the kitchen appliances. After patiently explaining, she was about to leave when she heard him ask, "And this too."

Despite the kitchen appliances being almost identical sixteen years ago, Liang Huaixu was exceptionally clumsy with them. She had to teach him once, and then several more times.

She had finally taught him how to do it and was about to leave when she saw him preparing to use a kitchen knife to remove the shrimp veins. Her brow furrowed. "There's a special knife for removing shrimp veins."

Where?

"Here." Zhuang Fuyao took it and handed it to him, her gaze falling on his bruised and purple elbow. "Or should I do it?"

"Need not."

At this moment, Liang Huaixu realized that he had gone too far. He quickly finished cleaning the shrimp's back and, although he didn't want her to leave, he still said, "It's alright, you can go and rest on the sofa."

"Okay, then call me if you need anything."

"Um."

After Zhuang Fuyao left, Liang Huaixu's movements became noticeably faster, and he became much more skilled at using electrical appliances, showing no trace of his earlier clumsiness.

The steaming hot shrimp fried rice and seaweed soup were served, and the taste buds stirred up memories, unconsciously bringing back sweet moments she shared with Liang Huaixu in her mind.

A subtle emotion welled up in Zhuang Fuyao's heart. While she was lost in thought, he gently asked, "What did you want to tell me before?"

She came to her senses and was about to speak when Liang Huaixu spoke first, "I'm sorry."

Zhuang Fuyao: "?"

“I heard from them that we had a fight and separated for a while. I must have done something really bad to make you angry.”

Zhuang Fuyao almost bit her tongue.

Did they all tell him that? Didn't they tell him they were divorced? Instead, did they say they were separated?

She might have thought that they had kept it a secret in good faith to help him adapt to his new environment.

Thinking that she could help someone to the end, Zhuang Fuyao nodded.