On her wedding night, Jiang Yilai's comatose husband suddenly woke up. Thus, Jiang Yilai, who was unloved by her father, disliked by her stepmother, had her boyfriend stolen by her stepsister, ...
Jiang Yilai cried in her bedroom for a long time before she could control her emotions.
Knock knock knock!
There was a knock on the bedroom door.
Jiang Yilai went to open the door, and Uncle Liu was standing outside with a tray in his hand. When he saw her, he immediately smiled.
"Madam, this is the meal that Master instructed us to prepare for you. Please have some."
Jiang Yilai didn't believe it at all, and sneered, "Would he be so kind?"
Looking at her red and swollen eyes, Uncle Liu couldn't help but sigh.
As soon as the master returned today, he dismissed all the servants.
He happened to be busy with something and just happened to witness the entire argument between the two of them when he came back.
“Madam, your husband actually cares about you a lot. He seemed to be in a bad mood after you two had your argument.”
"Hasn't he always been in such a bad mood?"
"But the gentleman specifically asked me to cook something for you..."
Jiang Yilai said expressionlessly, "Uncle Liu, you don't need to pretend everything is fine anymore. Even if he has someone prepare food, I won't eat it. I'm afraid he'll poison it."
Uncle Liu hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
After a while, he sighed, picked up his things, and went downstairs.
study.
The family doctor is bandaging Fu Nanxiao's wound.
The teeth marks on his hands were deep and looked shocking.
The doctors even suspected that the person who bit him might have some deep-seated grudge against him.
Fu Nanxiao frowned as the irritating iodine was applied to the wound.
"Sir, please keep the wound dry for the next few days, avoid spicy and irritating foods, and change the dressing once a day."
Fu Nanxiao gave a faint "hmm".
My hands are burning with pain.
He looked at the teeth marks on his hand, and the image of Jiang Yilai's tearful, aggrieved face flashed through his mind.
Her eyes were red, and she glared at him angrily, biting him very hard, but she didn't know that her body was trembling with fear.
She was like a wounded little animal.
Fu Nanxiao's feelings were complicated.
Is he really that scary?
I don't know why, but whenever Jiang Yilai is involved, he always becomes different from usual.
She always made him pay special attention to her.
Could this feeling be liking someone?
From that day on, the two fell into a cold war.
To avoid Fu Nanxiao, Jiang Yilai would leave home at six o'clock every day and hide in her bedroom as soon as she returned.
Even if they met, she would pretend not to see Fu Nanxiao and wouldn't even say hello.
If you really can't avoid talking to them, the first thing they ask is when they're getting a divorce.
Fu Nanxiao's face grew colder day by day.
The Fu family's life became increasingly difficult.
Uncle Liu looked worried for three or four days, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he called Grandma Fu.
If this continues, your great-grandchildren will be gone, ma'am!
In the afternoon, Jiang Yilai was in class when her phone suddenly vibrated.
A message came in.
"Let's have dinner at the old house tonight. I'll pick you up after class."
It's Fu Nanxiao.
Jiang Yilai secretly typed: "No need, I'll go by myself."
The thought of sharing a small space with Fu Nanxiao made her feel somewhat resistant.
But Fu Nanxiao seemed not to notice her rejection and replied to her message very quickly.
See you at the school gate.
Jiang Yilai sent an ellipsis.
Fu Nanxiao did not reply.
Jiang Yilai felt depressed.
How can he be so domineering and bossy even when sending messages? He doesn't listen to what others have to say at all!
With only ten minutes left before get out of class ended, she didn't even have time to hide.
She could only lean closer to Sun Yufei and whisper, "Feifei, I won't eat with you after class, I have something to do."
Sun Yufei exclaimed "Ah!"
They had planned to go shopping for clothes after class.
She couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"