My Little Sweet Wife

Jiang Ruolan did not disappoint him this time. She shook her head loudly. "This was my fault. You don't need to comfort me. I have misunderstood. Forgive me."

She's ridiculous...

She wanted to hide far away from him, but the result was so childish and laughable. She was blinded by emotions and had not thought about Xian Zihao's situation at all.

When Xian Zihao went back to deal with what had happened at the banquet, he definitely hadn't slept at all. He busied himself for the rest of the day, then went to see Old Man Shi at night, only to find that Jiang Ruolan misunderstood him.

"I have to say, the vinegar you're eating is truly extraordinary." Xian Zihao suddenly bent his head down with a smile that was not a smile and approached her pale face.

Xian Zihao's lips brushed against Jiang Ruolan's cracked lips, causing her body to shiver. At the same time, she also felt a warm sensation on her waist as Xian Zihao pressed her body into his embrace.

Knowing that her lips were so dry, she did not kiss him deeply.

Jiang Ruolan clearly did something stupid, got mad, fell into a muddle, got sick, and finally face-slapping herself.

How stupid of her.

Jiang Ruolan wanted to find a hole to hide. In the end, Xian Zihao was so tolerant towards her.

Jiang Ruolan obediently laid her head on his chest. If Xian Zihao wanted her to apologize, she could say it because she was completely wrong; however, if he wanted her to admit that she was jealous ...

"I'm not jealous." Jiang Ruolan leaned her face against Xian Zihao's chest and whispered in a muffled voice.

Xian Zihao lifted her hand and pressed her deeper into his embrace. He silently hugged her and did not argue with her.

Xian Zihao just let her embarrass herself and said with a sigh, "Jiang Ruolan, we can try loving each other."

Jiang Ruolan stayed still in Xian Zihao's arms. Her nose filled with his unique and unusually pleasant scent. She did not speak, only lightly wrapping her hands around his waist. It was a silent agreement.

Love?

What she had not dared to hope for, what Xian Zihao had said to her in G City, all his tenderness and tolerance for her, Jiang Ruolan had felt that as long as he liked her, she would accept this marriage.

Although this marriage was full of obstacles, but to love someone like Xian Zihao, she was willing to try.

Because the previous night's fever was too severe and hadn't yet subsided, Jiang Ruolan had limited physical strength. She needed Xian Zihao's help to bring her to the dining table. She looked at the porridge cooked by Xian Zihao and then at two rather light but tasty dishes on the table.

She swallowed hard. Although her throat hurt, she was indeed hungry, and when facing such a plain and simple delicacy, she had to swallow it no matter how much her throat hurt.

After taking another two bites, Jiang Ruolan saw a faint smile in Xian Zihao's eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Xian Zihao, are you still human? Why are you laughing at me? Oh, by the way, where do you learn to cook?"

Xian Zihao chuckled. "All those years in Boston, I live alone. If I can't even feed myself, I would have starved to death."

"You live alone? You didn't hire a maid to take care of your necessities?"

"I have hands and feet, so I don't need anyone to take care of me."

Xian Zihao said it so casually. He did not want to mention anything else about his life in Boston. He looked at Jiang Ruolan's exposed shoulder. There was a small scar on that shoulder. It looked like a scar from a serious injury.

It was only when he'd used alcohol to wipe her body last night that he'd noticed the scar. He hadn't noticed it before.

"Have you ever had a shoulder injury?" Xian Zihao asked casually.

Jiang Ruolan's hand that was holding the chopsticks suddenly stiffened. She didn't look at him with an unnatural expression, instead raising her other hand to pull up her clothes. 

Noticing the slight abnormality in her movements and eyes, Xian Zihao didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he quietly watched her focused on eating, and a pampering smile appearing in his eyes.

After the meal, Xian Zihao pushed Jiang Ruolan into the bedroom again to take her body temperature. It was 38 degrees, much better than last night.

Although her head was still heavy and weak, Jiang Ruolan did not like being taken care of like this. She insisted on walking back and forth in the living room. Under the sunlight that shone through the window, her face gradually broke out in sweat.

Her body was sticky with sweat. Thinking of the alcohol that had soaked her body last night, even if it evaporated quickly, there should still be some residue on her skin.

Jiang Ruolan felt itchy and wanted to take a shower, but was not allowed by Xian Zihao.

"Don't take a shower until the fever is gone." he said.

Jiang Ruolan stood in the living room, her body was sticky and uncomfortable. She stared at Xian Zihao, who was happily sitting on the sofa and reading a newspaper, with jealousy in her heart. "My body is itchy and sticky. Didn't you say that taking a hot bath would help dispel the cold? At most, I can change the water temperature to a little hotter."

Xian Zihao sat on the sofa with his legs crossed casually. He shifted his gaze from the newspaper in his hands to Jiang Ruolan, who had an uncomfortable expression on her face. "Are you sure you won't fall asleep in the bathtub with your current condition?"

Jiang Ruolan was so embarrassed. She raised her hand to scratch her itchy neck and said hoarsely, "No, I'll wash quickly. I'll come out right after!"

His pretty eyebrows slightly moved, which could be considered as permission. At that time, the living room was illuminated by the sunlight shining in through the window, reflecting the side of his face. His facial features were like a painting and very beautiful. Xian Zihao was truly a man who can be remembered with a single glance.

He was real and extraordinarily handsome. When he looked at Jiang Ruolan with a frivolous gaze and a faint smile on his face, they looked like they had loved each other for years.

Although Jiang Ruolan didn't like to be controlled like this, this kind of gentle and domineering restriction made her want to obey for no reason. It felt like she was a child that was being spoiled all day, and this was a kind of happiness that she had never felt before.

When Jiang Ruolan asked Xian Zihao for another set of clothes and carried it to the bathroom, he calmly looked at the newspaper in his hands and said, "If you take a long shower, you will feel dizzy. I don't mind helping you."

Suddenly, Jiang Ruolan's feet went stiff, and she turned around to look at him. At the same time, Xian Zihao also turned to look at her, his deep black eyes filled with interest.