An ambulance from Tianci Hospital, with flashing blue and white lights, arrived in front of a hotel on Chunhui Road.
The moment the vehicle stopped, the rear doors opened.
Zhu Hui, now a special nurse, had volunteered to cover a shift because a colleague from the emergency department had a stomachache.
She, carrying her medical kit, ran with the paramedics to the street lamp.
The man in black had just finished a call. His head was throbbing so badly that he fainted again.
“Gauze.”
The paramedic opened the man in black’s eyelids and examined his pupils with a flashlight. Confirming there was no life-threatening danger, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhu Hui quickly handed him the gauze.
The doctor intended to wipe the man in black’s face and check his injuries.
However, the man in black slowly regained consciousness.
He opened his eyes and saw Zhu Hui.
The man suddenly smiled coolly and said faintly, “Zhu Hui, it has been some days since we last parted, and I did not expect to meet again tonight. I am filled with emotion.”
“You are—”
Zhu Hui blinked in surprise. Just as she was about to ask who he was, she suddenly exclaimed, “You’re Wang Zhe!”
Wang Zhe closed his eyes and whispered, “Indeed.”
At a time like this, he was still speaking like that?
What a strange mind!
Zhu Hui rolled her eyes and asked, “Who beat you up like this?”
Hmph!
Wang Zhe snorted with an arrogant tone, “In this world, who could beat me like this?”
Zhu Hui said exasperatedly, “Since no one could beat you like this, then you couldn’t have just run into a utility pole yourself, could you?”
Wang Zhe closed his eyes. “Indeed.”
Zhu Hui—
As Wang Zhe was lifted into the ambulance and the vehicle started up again with a "Complete—" sound, it was exactly midnight.
The Su Residence.
Su Ziyu, still hugging her knees, gazed at the starry sky outside the window, motionless.
Damn it.
Such a foolish idiot, bringing this upon herself!
Ning Xiaolan looked at her, her heart aching, her anger rising, and her frustration growing.
Old Su could clearly sense her inner turmoil and dared not even breathe too loudly. Like a henpecked husband, he gently massaged her leg.
“Old Su, get me some wine.”
Ning Xiaolan’s frustration intensified after her ninety-ninth unsuccessful call to Li Qianfan.
“Alright, white wine?”
As Old Su asked, suddenly!
There was a knock on the door.
The knock was very soft.
But to the ears of the three people in the Su residence, it sounded like a thunderclap.
Whether it was the dazed Su Ziyu, the agitated Ning Xiaolan, or the cautious Old Su, they all jolted as if electrocuted.
“So late, who would be visiting?”
Old Su said subconsciously. His beloved daughter suddenly leaped from the sofa.
Rushing towards the door, she shouted, “Mom, Qianfan is back!”
“This is bad. This child might be losing her mind.”
Old Su and Ning Xiaolan exchanged glances, their hearts sinking together.
Since Li Qianfan had already left, leaving his car behind, how could he possibly return?
Especially since he had a key to the house.
If he were truly coming home, why would he knock on the door?
Su Ziyu rushed to the door and flung it open.
Then.
Old Su and Ning Xiaolan saw Li Qianfan.
Li Qianfan stood outside the door, a look of embarrassment on his face. He quickly glanced into the living room before saying softly, “Wife, I forgot to take the house key this morning.”
Before he finished speaking—
Su Ziyu sprang into his arms.
Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs like white pythons around his waist, she almost broke his spine.
Without a word!
She bit down on his mouth.
Li Qianfan stood there foolishly, his eyes wide open but his pupils dilated and unfocused.
Back in the Xiaoshan Scenic Area, Su Ziyu had once “forcibly kissed” him.
But the intensity of that kiss was nowhere near this one.
She wished she could crush Li Qianfan into pieces!
It was unclear how long had passed.
Finally.
Su Ziyu released his mouth.
She tilted her head back, her eyes, which had been like a receding tide, fixed on his, and she said softly, “Next time you come home this late and make your wife worry, I’ll break your legs.”
See.
This was Su Ziyu’s declaration of love.
Only a proud girl like her would say such things.
“Alright, I’ll remember.”
Li Qianfan chuckled foolishly and then noticed that Old Su and his wife were no longer in the living room.
“Go to the room.”
Su Ziyu rested her chin on Li Qianfan’s shoulder, closed her eyes, and said, “Hold me, don’t let go.”
This was the task Li Qianfan loved most.
He held Su Ziyu in his arms, closed the door behind him with his right foot, and shut it.
In the bedroom.
Li Qianfan sat on the sofa, holding her.
Su Ziyu, however, clung to him like a koala, murmuring drowsily, “I’m tired. I want to sleep, don’t move.”
Li Qianfan had no choice but to remain still.
A few dozen seconds later, Su Ziyu began to snore lightly and sweetly.
She had truly fallen asleep.
This showed how exhausted she was.
But sleeping like this was hardly comfortable.
Li Qianfan looked towards the bed. Just as he was about to get up and place her on it, he heard her mumble indistinctly, “Little husband, don’t leave me. I like you, I love you, I can’t live without you.”
Li Qianfan tilted his head and looked at her.
Her eyes, like autumn water, were still covered by long eyelashes, but her brows were furrowed.
She was talking in her sleep.
“I like you too, I love you too, and I can’t live without you either.”
Li Qianfan said softly, patting her back with his right hand, and closed his eyes.
At some point—
The eastern sky was painted red with colorful morning clouds.
Lan Mu, who had slept only a little over three hours last night, entered the dining room with a bright smile, whistling and wearing slippers.
She intended to showcase her ancestral breakfast-making skills to make a lavish meal for her “prodigal son-in-law.”
Old Su leaned against the doorframe, his right hand rubbing his back, his face haggard.
Crazy.
Lan Mu had been too crazy last night.
“If the young couple stirs up trouble like this again, it will be my last day on earth.”
Old Su grumbled in his heart, but his eyes suddenly lit up.
On the table lay three bright red banknotes.
It was obvious.
This was Ning Xiaolan’s material reward for his excellent performance the previous night.
“Perishing is truly terrifying, but the allure of banknotes is greater!”
Old Su immediately perked up and quickly walked to the table.
Foshan Shadowless Hand—
300 into pants!
In the kitchen.
Ning Xiaolan’s whistling of “I like you” suddenly rang out.
On the living room balcony.
Old Su, facing the rising sun and practicing his breathing exercises, immediately sang in response, “I like you, those moving eyes. Your laughter is even more enchanting. I wish I could gently caress your lovely face again.”
In the second bedroom.
Su Ziyu gently cupped Li Qianfan’s sleeping face in her hands. Those eyes were moving, and her smile was even more enchanting.
She could never get enough of looking at this youthful face.
If she hadn't been afraid that he would wake up and discover her admiring him, thus damaging her "dignity," Su Ziyu would never have quietly pulled herself out of his embrace.
As she was about to get out of bed, she suddenly froze.
Then, instinctively, she reached out—
Her small face immediately flushed, and she felt a little scared!
She actually knew that healthy men became vigorous in the morning.
“He stays with such a fragrant and beautiful woman like me all day, but can only look and not touch. Will he develop some kind of illness?”
Thinking this, Su Ziyu’s face flushed even redder. But after gritting her teeth, she made a shameful decision.
Creak.
As Su Ziyu, having finished her morning routine, quietly opened the door and walked out of the second bedroom, Li Qianfan opened his eyes.
Aching all over!
This was his first reaction upon waking.
Anyone who was held like a koala and slept on the sofa all night would feel this way.
“Everything is fine.”
Li Qianfan muttered to himself. Just as he raised his hand to stretch, he discovered he was holding something in both hands.
In his left hand was a pink letter.
On it was a line of delicate handwriting: “Little husband, in view of your precious quality of returning to the right path, I hereby reward you with something I wore yesterday. You can do whatever you want with it.”
In his right hand—
A pair of black, little cuties.