She picked the blisters off and applied the burn ointment carefully. She was very gentle, as if she was treating a treasure.

Zhang Xiuyuan quietly looked up at Zhao Chuchu, but the latter was so focused that she didn't notice.

"Next time you look at the oven, you must be extremely careful, okay?" Zhao Chuchu kept muttering to herself as she painted it, like an adult worried about a child, gently admonishing and coaxing, "Forget it, I'll do the baking next time. And..."

Her tone became more serious, and her face became a little stern.

"Brother Yuan, do you know that you just did something wrong?" She didn't wait for Zhang Xiuyuan to answer, and said to herself, "Your mistake was that after you were injured, you shouldn't have said it was okay, you shouldn't have ignored it. You should have applied medicine when you were injured, and you should have told me. Do you know how much it hurts me to see you ignoring me and acting as if nothing happened?

"Brother Yuan, only crying children get candy. Although you are Brother Wen, Sister Lin's elder brother, you are only eighteen. To me, Zhao Chuchu, you are my little husband and I should spoil you. You can tell me when you are hurt, sad, or angry. Of course, you can also tell me when you are happy. No matter your joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, I am willing to share it with you."

The fingers stopped and the medicine was applied. Zhao Chuchu put down the ointment, carefully held Zhang Xiuyuan's injured hand, and asked: "So, Brother Yuan, how are you feeling now? Do you have anything to ask me?"

Zhang Xiuyuan did not retract his hand. His fingertips trembled, revealing slightly red eyes. He opened his thin lips and asked after a long while.

Although the sound was very small, Zhao Chuchu still heard it.

He asked: You and Qing'er from Chun Man Yuan...

The meaning was already clear before the question was finished.

Zhao Chuchu smiled with relief. She was not angry at Zhang Xiuyuan's "questioning". On the contrary, she was very happy.

The most important thing for a couple to get along for a long time is trust, and the most feared thing is misunderstanding.

Yuan Ge'er's inquiry did not mean he did not trust her. As her husband, he was qualified to know the truth of the matter.

What Zhao Chuchu was afraid of was that he would bury the matter deep in his heart and let it become a thorn.

But she never wanted to make Yuan Ge'er unhappy or have any grudges, even if it was just a little bit.

After Zhang Xiuyuan asked, he quickly glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, afraid that she would be angry. He opened his mouth and wanted to add something, but Zhao Chuchu had already spoken.

"Brother Yuan, I'm glad you asked me. This means you care about me. You should do the same in the future. If you have any misunderstandings or doubts, you should ask me. Although husband and wife should have their own privacy, they also need to be honest with each other."

Zhao Chuchu carefully told him about herself and Qing'er.

"She" did go to Chunman Garden and did know Qing'er, but she did not like him.

"...Brother Yuan, since I married you, I swore to treat you well for the rest of my life. I was young and frivolous before, and I didn't know any better. I won't do that again in the future. Please believe me, okay? I can swear too."

Seeing Zhao Chuchu raise her hand to swear, Zhang Xiuyuan quickly stopped her.

"I, I believe you. I just felt a little uncomfortable when I heard it, but now I'm fine. My dear wife, I believe you." Zhang Xiuyuan held her hand in return and trusted her with all his heart.

Zhao Chuchu smiled and took Zhang Xiuyuan into her arms.

How could her brother Yuan be so nice and considerate? He was like a little cotton-padded jacket that warmed her body and heart. She loved him so much.