The old man of the Zhao family admitted that Meng Xun, the bad boy, was not that bad.

Even though he was beaten with bruises all over his body and blood all over his body, he refused to admit defeat and refused to give up Zhao Wan.

But Liu Shan was just the opposite. He was greedy for life and afraid of death, so he gave up Zhao Wan early.

Half an hour ago, the old man of the Zhao family was still very satisfied with Liu Shan.

He originally planned that even if Meng Xun won the game, as long as Liu Shan refused to admit defeat, he would still let Liu Shan be his son-in-law in the end.

Who knew that Liu Shan was so disappointing, even worse than that bad boy of the Meng family.

The old man of the Zhao family sighed and said that he would rather not have such a son-in-law.

*

Meng Xun lay in Zhao Wan's room for a day and a night, and woke up early the next morning.

When he woke up, Zhao Wan was lying on the edge of the bed watching over him. The warm rays of the morning sun shone on the girl's beautiful and fair cheeks, making her look even more charming and lovely.

Meng Xun looked at Zhao Wan who was sleeping beside him with tender eyes, and the emptiness in his heart was filled in an instant.

Although Wanwan had been shutting him out these days and never gave him a good look.

But, every time he woke up from a coma, the first person he saw was her.

Although Wanwan didn't like him on the surface, she would stay with him all the time.

Even though she had never said that she liked him, he knew that she still cared about him in her heart.

This was enough to make him happy for a while.

Not long after Meng Xun woke up, Zhao Wan also woke up.

Zhao Wan opened her eyes and saw that the man had woken up. She lifted the quilt to check the wound on Meng Xun's chest. The gauze was not torn and no blood was seeping out.

This was the doctor's order, asking her to be careful and keep an eye on it to prevent Meng Xun from turning over too violently and causing the wound to tear.

"Does the wound still hurt?" Zhao Wan tucked the corner of the quilt for Meng Xun and asked gently.

Meng Xun shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Being taken care of by the girl he liked so attentively, Meng Xun only felt sweet in his heart, and he automatically ignored the pain.

Zhao Wan asked again: "Are you hungry?"

"A little."

Meng Xun had been in a coma for a day and a night, and had not eaten during this period. At this moment, his stomach was empty and only acid water was left.

"Wait a moment, I'll ask Chunyue to bring some food over."

Zhao Wan stood up, opened the door, and told Chunyue outside to go to the kitchen to bring the food over.

A moment later, Chunyue brought a bowl of steaming nourishing medicinal porridge.

Meng Xun had a chest injury and it was not suitable for him to sit up straight.

Zhao Wan took the medicinal porridge, sat on the edge of the bed, blew it to cool it, and fed it to Meng Xun.

If the porridge stained the corners of his mouth, she would wipe his mouth with a handkerchief.

Meng Xun ate the warm porridge, looked at the girl with a gentle face beside him, and felt like he was dreaming.

When did Wanwan treat him so well?

In the past, she either hated him or resisted him.

It seems that the injury is worth it!

*

After lying in bed for three days, Meng Xun was able to get out of bed.

The room was stuffy, so Zhao Wan took him for a slow walk in the yard to get some fresh air.

As long as he walked slowly and didn't strain his chest injury, Meng Xun's body was almost fine.

Seeing that the man's injury did not affect his walking, Zhao Wan said, "You are going to the ground now, and go back to the Meng family to recuperate tomorrow."

Meng Xun's body froze, and his right leg, which had just been raised, was put back on the ground.

Wanwan, are you going to chase him away?

Meng Xun was afraid that after returning to the mansion this time, the next time he came to the Zhao family, Zhao Wan would hate him as much as before.

His thoughts turned around, and he remembered that he was the winner of the competition. He wondered if Wanwan's previous promise to him still counted.

Meng Xun lowered his eyes and looked at Zhao Wan. After hesitating for a while, he asked tentatively, "Wanwan, when can I come to marry you?"

Zhao Wan looked back at Meng Xun, but did not answer immediately.

Meng Xun was so nervous that his palms were sweating. He waited anxiously for a long time, but did not get an answer.

He thought Zhao Wan regretted it and wanted to reject him again.

Meng Xun lowered his head, his black eyes could not hide the loss, and he looked heartbroken.

Zhao Wan was just thinking about which day would be more suitable, but who knew that this man could not even wait for this little time.

Meng Xun's injury had not healed yet. Zhao Wan could not bear to hurt his heart again, so she said, "When you are healed, you can come to marry me."

As soon as the words came out, Meng Xun immediately raised his head with a look of joy on his face.

He excitedly embraced Zhao Wan and said happily, "Wan Wan, don't worry, I will marry you as soon as possible."

Just as the two were hugging each other affectionately, an inappropriate voice sounded, breaking the beauty in front of them.

"Don't be too happy too early, I don't agree with this marriage."

Meng Xun and Zhao Wan looked up when they heard the voice, only to see Mr. Zhao standing not far away with a stern face and his hands behind his back, looking at them coldly.

Hearing that Mr. Zhao disagreed, Meng Xun became anxious and hurriedly pleaded, "Uncle, I really love Wan Wan, please help us get married."

Mr. Zhao took two steps forward and looked at Meng Xun carefully, like a businessman doing business.

He said, "It's not impossible to marry Wanwan, but you have to agree to two conditions of mine."