Chapter 108 Thinking of you to the bone, longing for you to the point of obsession
Meng Lingge felt uneasy thinking that Wen Zhiming had returned to normal but was still pretending to be crazy. She felt ashamed that she had even gone along with this scheming woman just to see her husband's reaction.
But there was no time for her to back out. Li Yan'er held her hand tightly and walked straight to the room with the light on. When they reached the door, she snatched the basket from her hand and gently pushed the door open.
"Young Master, I've brought you some snacks."
The room is spacious and easy to see at a glance.
There were open books on the table, and the quilt on the bed was neatly spread out, but no one was there.
"Strange, where did the young master go?" Li Yan'er muttered to herself. Just as she was about to go inside to check carefully, a hand suddenly reached out from behind the door and slashed at her neck. Before she could turn around, she fell to the ground.
The basket overturned, scattering the pastries all over the floor.
The hand didn't stop; after knocking Li Yan'er down, it continued to strike backward, aiming straight for Meng Lingge's face.
It was extremely fast, faster than any of the guards Meng Lingge knew, and even faster than Wen Kehao's attack speed.
Meng Lingge couldn't dodge in time and blurted it out.
"My husband!"
His hand stopped in front of her and slowly moved away, followed by a very familiar yet particularly cold gaze falling on her face.
Meng Lingge looked up and met the person's gaze. In just one glance, her eyes filled with tears, and she couldn't utter a single word.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. She had come here just to see how Wen Zhiming was doing, and before entering, she had been mischievously waiting to see how Wen Zhiming would deal with the beauty who had come to her door.
But it was precisely during this eye contact, when Wen Zhiming was standing right in front of her, looking at her with such unfamiliar and indifferent eyes, that she felt extremely uncomfortable.
She had waited so long, hoping her husband would return to normal, but the first thing he did after returning to normal was to forget about her.
Why was their relationship so fraught with difficulties?
Wen Zhiming looked at Meng Lingge, who was crying, and a flash of pain crossed his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
He turned around, his back to Meng Lingge.
"roll!"
A single, harsh word, delivered in a cold and fierce tone.
That would be enough to scare a little girl who had accidentally wandered in and make her run away in panic.
But Meng Lingge wasn't just a maid in the manor; she was Wen Zhiming's bedmate. She knew Wen Zhiming too well. Even though the Gu worms had been expelled from his body, making him seem reborn, she could still sense his emotions from his expressions and voice.
She had just called out to her husband, and Wen Zhiming immediately stopped what he was doing.
Upon seeing her appearance, the pain that flashed in Wen Zhiming's eyes was genuine. At this moment, Wen Zhiming dared not look directly at her, and the tremor in his voice was also genuine.
Wen Zhiming recognized her.
Meng Lingge was certain that it wasn't her calling him "husband" that revealed her identity to Wen Zhiming. In fact, Wen Zhiming knew who she was the moment he saw her.
Her husband never forgot her.
Even if her appearance today is ugly and very different from her usual appearance.
Meng Lingge bit her lip, strode forward, and hugged Wen Zhiming's waist from behind.
"Why pretend to have amnesia? Pretending to have amnesia is one thing, but why pretend to have forgotten me?"
Wen Zhiming pried Meng Lingge's hands off, but Meng Lingge wouldn't let go. After he pried them off, he quickly hugged her again, just like the scene when the Anshun Prince's Mansion was sealed off, when the two parted ways.
This time, however, the roles were reversed, the posture was more intimate, and the force of their arm wrestling was far less than last time.
Meng Lingge's tears fell silently, wetting Wen Zhiming's clothes behind him. Wen Zhiming stopped gently prying at her, then turned around and embraced Meng Lingge.
After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh.
"You're so disobedient, what am I supposed to do with you?"
His doting yet helpless tone, coupled with his extremely gentle gesture of wiping away tears, made Meng Lingge feel even more aggrieved. The fear and anxiety she had been feeling for days finally found an outlet, and she leaned against Wen Zhiming's chest and began to cry softly.
"You're the naughty one. I was so worried about you, and you tried to scare me. I finally got better, and then you said you wouldn't see me anymore. How cruel you are! My husband would never bear to see me sad, never bear to see me suffer. He only has me in his heart and eyes, unlike you, who doesn't even want to see me. And you told me to get out! If I get out, you can have your love affairs with the beauty the Emperor bestowed upon you, right..."
Even though she knew that wasn't the case, the grievances and bitterness in her heart made her act somewhat unreasonable and willful.
She was originally just a delicate young lady who longed for a shoulder to lean on, but Wen Zhiming's previous condition forced her to be independent and strong. Now that her husband is normal and a pillar of strength, she can, of course, vent her dissatisfaction as capriciously as a little woman.
Upon seeing her like this, Wen Zhiming's feigned indifference instantly crumbled.
He hurriedly hugged Meng Lingge even tighter.
“It’s my fault. The Emperor isn’t entirely at ease with me yet, and my father and mother are still in danger. So I thought you were the safest place for me at the Meng residence. I was really afraid you were in danger, so I pretended to have forgotten you and planned to find you after everything was arranged. But I didn’t expect you to come looking for me even after I did that, and I didn’t expect that life without you would be so unbearable.”
He grabbed Meng Lingge's hand and placed it on his heart.
"I miss you so much, this place, I miss you every single day."
Meng Lingge's anger had subsided considerably, but she still retorted defiantly, "Liar! You could have asked Doctor Su to tell me the truth and tell me not to act rashly. Why lie to me? Do you know how painful it is for me to hear that you've forgotten me? If you really missed me that much, how could you be so heartless? You're just trying to coax me with words; I don't believe you!"
She struggled weakly for a few moments.
Wen Zhiming bent down, picked her up, and carried her straight to the bed.
"I really miss you, so much. My wife, I'm not just saying it..."
Meng Lingge sensed the dangerous look in the man's eyes, her face flushed red with shock, and she struggled to say, "Let me go! I came to find you because I have important business!"
Wen Zhiming tossed her onto the soft brocade quilt, leaned close to her ear, and said in a slightly hoarse, extremely seductive voice, "Too late! My wife, I've been longing for you to the bone, obsessed with you to the point of madness. Now that you've come to me, how can I let you go..."
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