So, Zhang Xiuyuan saw that his wife, who always doted on him and always smiled at him, had a cold face and stared at him with her eyes.
Zhang Xiuyuan immediately became intimidated: "Wife, what's wrong with you?"
It was rare for Zhao Chuchu to see her husband looking so timid. She had to admit that there was something strangely cute about this expression on the usually aloof face. She wanted to hold him in her heart and love him dearly, but when she thought about how he tucked himself into the quilt when he was sick and didn't tell her, she couldn't suppress the anger in her heart.
She forced herself to look away, curled her lips and sneered: "What's wrong with me? I'm going to scold you severely!"
Zhang Xiuyuan pursed his thin lips, observing his wife's expression. His long eyelashes drooped, and he looked listless. He said softly, "I'm sorry."
When Zhao Chuchu saw his appearance, she felt distressed again.
Zhang Xiuyuan is almost nineteen years old. Whether in the Zhao family or outside, he has always been a smart and capable person. He has his own ideas, and sometimes even Zhao Chuchu, a modern woman, will unconsciously rely on him.
But she forgot that Zhang Xiuyuan, who was nineteen years old, was just the age of entering university in modern times.
But at the age of nineteen, he had shouldered too much in ancient times. His family circumstances forced him to be strong all the time. Zhao Chuchu rarely saw him so fragile now.
Zhao Chuchu couldn't say anything to teach him a lesson, and the expression on her face softened instantly.
"I'm sorry, Brother Yuan, I was too harsh just now. Don't mind it. I, I'm just worried about you." Zhao Chuchu was a little at a loss. "This is the first time I saw you sick, and you had a fever like that. I was really at a loss. Brother Yuan, do you know? I wish it was me who was sick, so you wouldn't feel so bad."
Zhao Chuchu leaned over and hugged the young man, burying her face in his warm neck, and sighed, "Brother Yuan. I was indeed angry just now. I was angry that you were sick but didn't tell me, and endured it alone. But I was even more angry at myself. It was me who didn't take good care of you, and I didn't notice your physical discomfort in advance. It was me who didn't do what a good wife should do."
Zhao Chuchu blamed herself endlessly. The more she talked, the angrier she became. Suddenly, she pulled Zhang Xiuyuan's hand and put it on her face: "Brother Yuan, why don't you hit me? I'll feel better if you hit me." As she said that, she pulled Zhang Xiuyuan's hand and was about to slap herself in the face.
Zhang Xiuyuan's pupils widened slightly, and he quickly pulled his hand back, angrily saying, "What are you doing? How could you hit yourself? I've never blamed you. I did feel a little unwell a few days ago, but it was just a little bit, so I didn't pay much attention to it. I didn't expect that I would suddenly get sick as soon as I lay down today. I didn't mean to hide it from you."
He is not a person who is tactless and will throw tantrums. Although the family is short of money now, it is not to the point where they cannot afford medical treatment.
"Okay, then you have to promise me that if you feel unwell in the future, you must tell me the first time. Don't let me worry, okay?"
Zhang Xiuyuan nodded.
Zhao Chuchu suddenly remembered something and asked again, "The doctor said that you have evil spirits entering the body and are stagnating in your heart." She understood evil spirits entering the body, but stagnating in the heart...
"Brother Yuan, are you worried about something?" Zhao Chuchu asked suspiciously.
Zhang Xiuyuan thought of something and his breathing stagnated. He carefully looked at the expression on Zhao Chuchu's face and was not surprised to see the deep affection and worry in her eyes.
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