When Zhuang Yicheng received the news abroad, Ling Ruoke had already been rescued. Although he knew she was safe and had said he would give up, he still couldn't help but come to check on her.
There are no international flights to Z City, so he returned to T City and immediately bought a ticket to fly to Z City. He was travel-worn, exhausted, and hurried along.
I only wanted to catch a glimpse of her from afar, without disturbing her life. More importantly, I didn't want to rekindle even the slightest spark of resentment in my already dormant heart. I've already endured the pain of cutting myself once; I don't want to cut myself again.
He hadn't expected to be surrounded by several people when he rushed to the ward. As soon as he appeared, he was immediately blocked.
Huo Qingfeng was whispering sweet nothings to Ling Ruoke when he heard the noise outside and strode out. "Scarface, what's wrong?" He turned around and saw Zhuang Yicheng.
This was the first time Huo Qingfeng and Zhuang Yicheng had met face-to-face. Huo Qingfeng always had a dark expression towards those who coveted his wife.
Zhuang Yicheng was extremely jealous of the man who was fortunate enough to win Ling Ruoke's heart.
However, both of them were very rational, so there was no dramatic Chinese kung fu show.
"I heard she was injured, so I came to check on her." His travel-worn appearance immediately exposed the lie of "just passing by." Of course, no one would bring it up.
Although Huo Qingfeng didn't want this person to appear in front of his wife, he was already there, and Ruoke had probably already heard everything, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it. "Thank you for your kindness. Please come in."
Ling Ruoke heard Zhuang Yicheng's voice from inside and was somewhat worried that the colonel might clash with him. She wanted to speak up, but then felt it inappropriate. She was relieved to hear the colonel send someone in. "Mr. Zhuang."
Zhuang Yicheng nodded and smiled. "I'm sorry, I came in a hurry and didn't bring anything, just some fruit. Are you alright?"
"He's mostly recovered and should be discharged in a couple of days. Thank you for coming all this way." Seeing how exhausted he was, Ling Ruoke felt even more sorry for him.
"That's good. Then I won't disturb your rest any longer. Take good care of yourself and get well soon." Zhuang Yicheng felt a bit of pain in the scarred area on his chest again and didn't dare to linger.
Ling Ruoke couldn't see what he was thinking, but she knew he must be suffering a lot. "Okay. Drive carefully, goodbye."
"Goodbye." Zhuang Yicheng nodded, turned and left, never looking back.
As soon as he left, Huo Qingfeng snuggled up to Ling Ruoke and clung to her. "Wife, you're mine!" He hated that there were always men coveting his wife!
Ling Ruoke knew he was jealous, and she smiled as she nuzzled his face. "I was always yours, or did you just eat me up and then try to shirk responsibility?"
Huo Qingfeng's slight displeasure was dispelled by her words, and he quickly hugged her tighter to express his feelings. "No, I just really want to take responsibility, and I'm afraid someone will try to take me away from you."
"Hmph, you're smart. If you dare to shirk responsibility, I'll castrate you!" She glanced at him sideways and threatened fiercely.
Huo Qingfeng suddenly felt a chill in a certain area. "Wife, this is your happiness for the rest of your life, how can you be so heartless?"
"Who says it's necessarily happiness? It might just be a curse!"
Huo Qingfeng shoved her onto the bed, his hands groping and pinching her body. "If you say that again, I'll take you!"
Ling Ruoke giggled, not daring to tug at his tiger fur.
The two of them joked around for a while, and in the blink of an eye, it got dark.
Yang Ziyun brought Fu'an over with dinner. Before they even reached the door, they could hear the little guy's grandmother's voice from afar.
"Mommy!" Just like before, she let go of her grandmother's hand at the door, shouted, and jumped onto the bed like a little leopard, throwing herself into Ruoke's arms.
Ling Ruoke couldn't hug him, so she could only look down at him and smile sweetly. She had always wanted to know how the little guy had managed to slip off his shoes and jump up so quickly. "Did you miss Mommy again?"
Ling Ruoke felt a sense of relief. Several months had passed, and he was still so close to her. It was as if the months of separation had never happened; she was still his favorite mommy. She realized that Yuan Meng must have told many white lies.
"Yes!" she shouted loudly and quickly, ending with a smile that included her big, pursed lips and wide eyes. She was incredibly cute.
Ling Ruoke couldn't help but smile broadly, temporarily forgetting her physical pain. "But Mommy can't move now, can't hold Xiao Fu'an, what should we do?"
Huo Fu'an tilted his head and thought for a moment, then wrapped his arms around her neck and rubbed his face against hers. "Now Mommy can hug me!" His eyes sparkled, and he looked very proud.
“Yes, our little Fu’an is so smart!” Ling Ruoke said, seemingly delighted.
Huo Fu'an immediately perked up, his giggles echoing in the ward, his big eyes crinkling with laughter. Then he let go of her, turned to his grandmother, and said, "Grandma, eat, give Mommy some food!"
"Then get down and let Grandma feed Mommy." Yang Ziyun reached out, wanting to lift him down. Huo Fu'an twisted his body and shook his head.
Huo Fu'an was about to take Yang Ziyun's hand when he suddenly pulled it back. "Grandma, I'll feed her, I'll feed Mommy!" Before receiving a reply from his grandmother, he turned to look at Ruo Ke. "Mommy, I'll feed her, okay?"
"Fu'an, be good. You can't feed him properly. Let your grandma feed him." She then handed him a piece of fruit. "Here, have some fruit. Grandma will feed Mommy, okay?"
"No! I'll feed him, I'll feed him!" He twisted his chubby body, refusing to give in.
The three adults looked at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Ling Ruoke looked at his stubborn little face, and it really made her feel sorry for him. "Mom, just let him feed him. He's just a kid, he's only playing around for a bit. He won't even let you feed him later." He probably thought it was funny that it was usually the adults who fed the children, and now it was the other way around.
“But how can he possibly feed you? He’ll definitely get you covered in it and the bed later.” Yang Ziyun shook her head helplessly.
Huo Qingfeng scooped up Xiao Fu'an and placed him on his lap. "You feed Daddy, and Grandma feeds Mommy, okay?" He knew the little guy all too well; he just wanted to play.
As expected, Huo Fu'an said loudly, "Okay." He picked up a spoon, carefully scooped some vegetables into the rice, stirred it a bit, and then scooped a little to Huo Qingfeng's lips.
Huo Qingfeng opened his mouth and took it, saying, "It's delicious."
Huo Fu'an was immediately overjoyed, chuckling foolishly, and fed the baby even more enthusiastically.
Yang Ziyun and Ling Ruoke both shook their heads as they watched.
After a while, the little guy put down the spoon, touched his little arm and said, "It hurts!" His arm was sore, and he thought it was in pain.
Huo Qingfeng quickly rubbed his chest and gave him some fruit. He immediately hugged the fruit, no longer wanting to be fed. "Fu'an, are you still going to feed Daddy?"
"I'm not feeding him anymore." Holding the fruit, he shook his head decisively, without any hesitation or embarrassment.
The three adults couldn't help but burst into laughter.
After feeding Ling Ruoke, Yang Ziyun sat for a while longer before deciding to take the little one home. "Come on, Fu'an, let's go home with Grandma."
The little guy was being stubborn again, twisting his body and refusing to go home. "Grandma, I don't want to go home, I want to stay with Daddy and Mommy."
Yang Ziyun looked at her son and daughter-in-law, a helpless expression on her face. "Mommy is sick, and Daddy has to take care of her. Fu'an, be a good boy and don't cause Daddy any trouble, okay? Let's go home with Grandma first, and we'll come see Mommy again tomorrow, okay?"
"No, I'll take care of Mommy and Grandma with Daddy..." He's quite fluent now, so he started bargaining.
Before Yang Ziyun could say anything, Huo Qingfeng picked Fu'an up and whispered in his ear, "Come home with Grandma quickly. There are monsters here that will come out and eat children at night."
Huo Fu'an's eyes widened suddenly, clearly showing fear. "Really?"
"Really!" Huo Qingfeng nodded. "The monster comes out at night and runs away during the day. So, you go home with Grandma and come back tomorrow, okay?"
After being scared like that, the little guy didn't want to stay any longer. But when it was time to leave, he got scared again and insisted on dragging his dad to take him downstairs.
"If that's alright, then I'll take Fu'an home first. If you want anything to eat, have Qingfeng call me, okay?"
"Mom, I know. Be careful on the road, and call Qingfeng when you get home." Ling Ruoke couldn't move, so she could only try to smile more brightly.
Yang Ziyun nodded and followed the two people in front of her, one big and one small.
The ward fell silent. Ling Ruo leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the doorway. She thought of Zhuang Yicheng again; her feelings for him were the same as her feelings for Cang Weiwo. She hoped both of them could be happy.
At least Cang Weiwo has someone like the bright moon who loves him, but Zhuang Yicheng always seems so lonely, and he looks so pitiful.
"What are you thinking about, so focused?" Huo Qingfeng saw his wife lost in thought as soon as he entered the room, her brows still furrowed. He rushed to the bedside, pulled her close, and gently rubbed her brow. "What's wrong?"
Ling Ruoke snapped out of her reverie and shook her head with a smile. The colonel was extremely particular about such things, so she rarely mentioned other men's names in front of him. "The little one isn't causing trouble anymore, is he?"
"No, he obediently went home with Mom. I guess he was too scared, because he hid in Mom's arms as soon as he got in the car." Thinking of how the little guy was so frightened, I'm a little worried that he might have some lasting effects.
Ling Ruoke rolled her eyes at him. "What will you do if you get scared!"
"I'll coax her back. Your husband is pretty good." Huo Qingfeng simply kicked off his shoes, got into bed, and hugged her.
"Blow!" Ling Ruoke nuzzled against his neck.
The two embraced quietly, as if the ordeal had never happened, and they had been happy like this ever since, and would be happy forever.
Ling Ruoke wasn't feeling well, so she didn't want to mention the guzheng, but she hadn't forgotten about it. Even if she wanted to forget, the discomfort in her body reminded her. "Where's the guzheng?"
She knew that Cang Weiwo had saved her, but she never asked whether Guzheng had escaped or been captured.
Huo Qingfeng sighed silently. "Dead."
"Dead?" Ling Ruoke was shocked. Could it be... "You killed her?"
Huo Qingfeng helped her up, creating some distance between them, and smiled as he touched her face. "Silly girl, of course not. I'm a soldier. Although I hate the guzheng, I won't take a life without permission."
Of course, missions are an exception. When it's a matter of life or death, you have to survive first!
Ling Ruoke finally felt relieved; she had been worried the colonel might act impulsively. He was most prone to impulsiveness when it came to matters concerning her. "Who killed her?" Could it have been Cang Weiwo?
"No one killed her; she committed suicide." As for the fact that she was gang-raped, Huo Qingfeng didn't want to mention it to her.
"Oh," Ling Ruoke responded, her expression somewhat dazed. Her feelings were complicated, because she also hated Guzheng and wanted to teach her a lesson. But hearing that she was dead, she felt a pang of reluctance. However, she had only herself to blame; she couldn't blame anyone else.
Huo Qingfeng hugged her tighter again. "This is her own fault, not yours."
"I know, and I wouldn't be foolish enough to take the blame for someone else's mistakes." She was just feeling a bit sentimental, though she couldn't quite tell whether she was sentimental about the loss of such a powerful Gu family or about Gu Zheng's obsessive madness driving her to a dead end.
Huo Qingfeng nuzzled the top of her head. "Are you feeling unwell? Shall I get some water to wipe you down?"
"good."
Huo Qingfeng laid her down on the bed and went out to fetch water.
Ling Ruoke stared blankly at the ceiling, the emotions still lingering in her heart. Was it worth it to have gone her own way and now lose her life?
The guzheng can no longer answer; no one knows what she felt when she ended her life. Perhaps she regretted it, but no one knows.
Ling Ruoke sighed and stopped thinking about her. She just hoped she could get better soon; this feeling of being paralyzed was terrible and was driving her crazy.
A moment later, Huo Qingfeng brought in water and poured in more than half of the boiling water from the kettle. He closed the door, drew the curtains, and pulled back the covers. "Come on, wife, time for a bath."
Ling Ruo really wanted to take a bath, and she had agreed quickly earlier. Now, however, she felt a little embarrassed about having to take off her clothes and ask him to help her dry off. Usually, when he insisted on bathing with her, she felt uncomfortable under his intense gaze. Now, lying motionless under his nose like a fish, she blushed instantly.
"Why are you blushing? Is there any part of you I haven't seen before?" Huo Qingfeng looked at her amusedly, then lowered his head and pulled her into a deep kiss. Seeing her panting and her lips still red, he finally placed her back on the pillow with satisfaction.
He stood up and first wrung out a towel to carefully wipe her face and neck. He wiped very meticulously, bit by bit, as if he were cleaning a precious treasure. Occasionally, when he saw a bruise that hadn't faded, his eyes would light up with anger, yet he would also feel extremely distressed.
Ling Ruoke was shy, so she simply closed her eyes. Her face and body flushed pink, like a flower in bloom.
Every time Huo Qingfeng saw his wife's beautiful shyness, he felt an uncontrollable urge. But now his wife was suffering, and it would be terribly wrong of him to still be thinking about this. So he banished all distracting thoughts, took off her clothes, and carefully wiped her body.
Her once fair and delicate skin now bore the mottled marks of external injuries, a shocking sight. Touching these areas, he instinctively softened his grip, afraid of hurting her.
After he finished showering, his forehead was covered in sweat. He was naturally strong, but she was delicate, so controlling his strength was a big challenge for him.
Ling Ruoke didn't open her eyes until she was dressed again, feeling completely refreshed. She opened her mouth to say thank you, but a smile came out. "You're all sweaty, hurry up and wipe it off. You should go take a shower too."
"Okay. Then you lie down obediently and wait for me to come back." Huo Qingfeng helped her lie down and kissed her lips.
Ling Ruoke said helplessly, "How can I run around like this?" She wished she could be lively and energetic.
Huo Qingfeng didn't say anything, took his clothes and towel and went out.
Ling Ruoke took a deep breath and let out a soft groan. Her body felt terrible, even worse than the past two days. But to avoid worrying him, she had to endure it. Only when they were alone did she allow herself to furrow her brow and let out a soft cry.
There's still one more day tomorrow. Just get through tomorrow and everything will be alright! Ling Ruoke, you can do it! You have to hold on!
He slowly closed his eyes, which felt hot and moist. But after a few deep breaths, he opened them again, and they were clear and clean. The colonel takes a quick shower; he should be back soon.
Sure enough, footsteps sounded immediately, and the door was pushed open.
Ling Ruoke looked at him and giggled. "If other people knew that you never shower for more than three minutes, they would definitely doubt whether you were really clean. No wonder you're always covered in sweat in the summer, it must be because you didn't shower properly."
"Wife, you're disgusted with me!" Huo Qingfeng put down what he was holding and walked over, making a pitiful expression.
Ling Ruoke curled her lips, snorted coldly, and turned her head away.
Huo Qingfeng pounced on her, groping her all over. "You've got some nerve, daring to complain about your husband. Tell me, do you dare to do it again, do you dare to..."
"No, I won't... Oh... You can't bully me because I can't move..." she cried, tears welling in her eyes, after he stopped. "I was already feeling unwell, and you still bullied me."
Huo Qingfeng immediately regretted it, pulling her into his arms and massaging her hands and feet. He knew she was feeling unwell. The doctor had said the side effect of the medication was that the discomfort would worsen over time, but it would get better after tomorrow. "Are you feeling any better?"
"Mmm," Ling Ruoke responded, secretly taking deep breaths in the crook of his neck to keep herself from crying.
Huo Qingfeng nuzzled her head with his chin. "If you're feeling unwell, just tell me. We're husband and wife, what can't we say to each other? I'd rather you cry and say you're feeling unwell than have you force a smile like this."
Ling Ruoke looked at him pitifully and asked, "Can I really cry?"
"Of course you can. If you feel unwell, just cry." Huo Qingfeng knew that crying would make you feel better when you were feeling unwell.
Ling Ruoke started sobbing and crying. She had been holding back for a long time. She had wanted to cry for a long time, but she didn't want him to see her so weak.
Huo Qingfeng let her cry, diligently massaging her legs with both hands. He wouldn't let her sleep tonight; he'd massage her like this all night long, hoping she'd get a good night's rest.
Ling Ruoke's eyes were like a broken faucet, constantly gushing tears. She had endured these past few days to the limit. Now that her husband had made things clear, she couldn't help but cry out all her grievances and pain. She cried until she was exhausted, her eyes tired, and she unknowingly fell asleep.
Huo Qingfeng brought her water to wash her face and applied hot water to her eyes. He didn't dare stop for too long, afraid that her limbs would hurt and wake up again, so he quickly started massaging her limbs.
Ling Ruoke slept soundly that night. Occasionally, Huo Qingfeng would loosen his arm, and as soon as she let out a soft moan, he would immediately resume kneading her.
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