Jiang Yilai was caught off guard by his question.

She shook her head instinctively: "N-nothing..."

The words were barely out of her mouth when she was forced to leave herself nowhere to hide by Fu Nanxiao's cold and sharp gaze.

He hates being lied to the most...

Jiang Yilai pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "It's nothing, just some things from your childhood."

The air suddenly turned icy cold.

Fu Nanxiao's face seemed to be gathering a storm, ready to erupt at any moment.

So she was being so docile and considerate just now because she felt sorry for him?

Jiang Yilai felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze.

She quickly said, "Fu Nanxiao, Grandma told me. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone..."

"Jiang Yilai, who do you think you are?"

Fu Nanxiao was angry, and even more embarrassed that his secret had been discovered.

This embarrassment filled him with rage.

He stood up abruptly, looking down at her: "I don't need your pity!"

Here we go again.

Jiang Yilai bit her lip, somewhat annoyed: "Fu Nanxiao, I am your wife! There's nothing wrong with knowing these things, is there? Besides, I don't pity you. I even think that these past events have made you more humane, less intimidating, and more approachable!"

She grew angrier and angrier as she spoke: "You...you really don't appreciate kindness!"

She shouldn't have brought the food up; she could have let him starve!

She glared at Fu Nanxiao fiercely, then turned and left.

The door was slammed shut.

Fu Nanxiao was left staring at the closed door, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Fu, the two took a car back to the villa.

The carriage was quiet, so quiet that you could hardly hear a breath.

Jiang Yilai leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed, looking sullen.

She could sense Fu Nanxiao's cold, sharp gaze falling on her.

But she pretended not to know.

Fu Nanxiao pursed his lips into a straight line.

He was very agitated.

Childhood memories are taboo for him; he hates to talk about them, and even just thinking about them evokes feelings of hatred.

He hated even more the strange looks people gave him because of it.

This is more like an insult and mockery of him.

He didn't want anyone to know anything about his unbearable suffering and pain, especially not Jiang Yilai.

but……

Fu Nanxiao glanced at Jiang Yilai again.

She said knowing these past events made her want to get closer to him?

What a strange mentality!

Or perhaps she truly loved him, which is why she developed completely different thoughts from others after learning about these past events.

Fu Nanxiao suddenly wasn't so angry anymore.

He glanced at Jiang Yilai, and his anger subsided somewhat.

Their relationship could have been better today...

But it seems like they messed it up again.

Fu Nanxiao frowned.

His fingers tapped his leg unconsciously a few times.

Fine, she's so stubborn, then he'll let it go for the sake of how much she likes him.

Fu Nanxiao thought to himself with cold arrogance.

He suddenly spoke in a deep voice: "Jiang Yilai."

A cold voice suddenly rang out in the quiet carriage, startling Jiang Yilai.

Her eyelashes fluttered, but she still didn't open her eyes.

I didn't hear you, I didn't hear you, she's already asleep.

But the next second, she heard that deep, magnetic voice again: "I'm very happy that you applied the medicine for me today."

After understanding what he was saying, Jiang Yilai's heart skipped a beat.

Then his mind went completely blank.

Her ears quickly flushed red.

What does he mean by that?