My Little Sweet Wife

Xian Zihao had rushed to save herself without thinking about his injuries. Facing such a good and loving Xian Zihao, Jiang Ruolan couldn't help but feel ashamed for a moment.

He had personally witnessed those shameful scenes when she was pressed on the bed by those men. It had stung her heart.

'Forgive me, Xian Zihao, for you to have such a disorganized wife, yet you were so unaffected and still caring about me. I'm not worth your affection.'

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As soon as Jiang Ruolan stepped out of the bathroom, a glass of hot milk was served to her.

"Drink this milk first. It will help to calm your nerves."

Jiang Ruolan looked up at Xian Zihao and saw the care in his eyes.

Once he said she was a hedgehog.

Once he said that she could cry in his arms.

Once he said they could try to love each other, 

Once he said she was his wife, now and ever.

Too much warmth and courage from Xian Zihao was enough to melt all the hardships she has endured for the past twenty years.

Jiang Ruolan took the glass. Her eyes were filled with fatigue, but she still smiled and looked at Xian Zihao with gentle eyes, "Zihao, I'm fine. You're the one who's hurt. You don't have to take care of me like this. I suggest you go to the hospital again."

"Let's go to sleep. You don't need to think about anything. No matter what, let me handle it." Xian Zihao interrupted her and watched her intently as she drank the milk. He wrapped his arm around her body as he led her into the bedroom.

Jiang Ruolan was indeed exhausted to the extreme. After drinking the milk, she fell into a deep sleep. Her body and her nerves gradually relaxed.

When Jiang Ruolan woke up, it was already late at night. Xian Zihao was clearly severely injured and needed more rest, but he was not by her side right now.

She got up and walked out of the bedroom. Jiang Ruolan did not see Xian Zihao in the living room but walked over to the couch and looked at his phone on the coffee table. 

Thinking about where her cell phone was and how she had been worried about Xiong Ruogang's safety, Jiang Ruolan immediately picked up Xian Zihao's phone and decided to call her.

Just as she was about to dial the number, she suddenly saw the most recent call on the phone.

Qin Gengxin.

The call lasted for an hour and a half.

Jiang Ruolan froze.

What did Qin Gengxin and Xian Zihao talk about on the phone for an hour and a half? Could it be about what had happened seven years ago?

Did Xian Zihao already know about it?

Footsteps could be heard behind her. Jiang Ruolan immediately turned around and saw Xian Zihao slowly walking down the stairs. Her hand holding the phone tightened as she stared at him with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Why are you still awake?" Xian Zihao's voice was filled with tenderness as he walked with a scroll in his hand. He raised his hand to Jiang Ruolan's forehead and checked her temperature. "Are you feeling unwell? If you have a cold or if you feel any discomfort, go take your medicine immediately. Don't get sick again."

Jiang Ruolan pursed her lips and handed the phone to him hesitantly. There were a few hints of doubt in her eyes.

However, Xian Zihao didn't seem to see the doubts in her eyes, nor the questions she's trying to ask. He casually took the phone, and at the same time, gently smiled at her. His hand gently caressed her head as if nothing had happened.

Did he know about the past that she was unwilling to talk about?

His smile can melt the coldness in the living room.

"Don't just stand there in a daze. It's late. Go back to sleep. I'll accompany you."

Xian Zihao seemed to have seen through Jiang Ruolan's thoughts, but he quietly coaxed her to bed early. That kind of tone would make Jiang Ruolan feel at ease, but at the same time, it also touched the barb that she had buried in her body, making her uncomfortable.

"What did Qin Gengxin tell you?" Jiang Ruolan stared at him, her eyes unwavering.

"Nothing. He was worried about you, so he told me to take good care of you. Are you hungry? I'll order a snack for you. After that, you can also take a walk around the house before going to bed." There was a touch of tenderness in his eyes, but he changed the topic without leaving a trace.

"After an hour and a half of calling, he just asked for you to take care of me? Xian Zihao, you already know that I have been through a lot of things, so why are you still trying to deceive me!"   

It was clear that Jiang Ruolan brought Xian Zihao so much trouble. The old debt from seven years ago had been replayed today, and it was even more likely will bring disgrace to his reputation. From the start of their relationship until now, Xian Zihao had only used this kind of method to ease her uneasiness.

This would only make the burden in her heart heavier. It would only make her more guilty and uneasy!

"Ruolan."

In the end, Xian Zihao didn't say anything, only pulled her into his embrace and hugged her tightly. Just as Jiang Ruolan was about to struggle, he whispered softly into her ear, "There are wounds on my body. If you want me to continue bleeding, then continue to struggle."

As expected, his words made Jiang Ruolan not dare to move, just stiffly allowing him to hold her.

His hand tightened and he kissed her softly, "Idiot, everyone is like a book. Those pages that have been flipped past, even if you take them out and look again, the sadness and pain are still there. Jiang Ruolan, I have no reason not to know about your past. There are many things I can vaguely guess about, but I never thought that the pain that you had to bear was much heavier than what I imagined. Even if I knew it, it would only bring us closer to each other. It's because you are too stupid and unable to truly walk out that you care so much about everything."

Jiang Ruolan leaned into his embrace. The haze in her heart once again seemed to fly into the light because of Xian Zihao. Her happiness almost filled her entire breathing and nerves. Jiang Ruolan raised her hand to hug Xian Zihao back and pushed her head onto his chest, inhaling his fresh scent. 

The past may have been real to her, but from the age of four to seventeen, everything in those thirteen years was almost embedded in her life. Everyone had an inertia, and her inertia was to resist everything in the past, but in the end, it became a kind of self-deception.

"If I knew all of this earlier, I definitely wouldn't let you suffer so much grievance and be frightened again." Xian Zihao held the back of her head gently and kissed it. His tone gradually became cold. "Wei Donghai and those who had wronged you back then, I will let them know what regret is."