My Little Sweet Wife

Jiang Ruolan lay in Xian Zihao's arms all night long. He had been hugging her and kissing her. His breathing had gradually become rough and heavy, and the kissing had become even more wanton and intense, yet he was also very careful as if he was afraid of hurting her.

Jiang Ruolan panted and called out his name, paying great attention to the wound on his shoulder.

Xian Zihao was staring at her with eyes that seemed to burn with fire. 

Jiang Ruolan's whole face flushed, and she shifted her gaze away, couldn't bear to see the sight of burning lust that was not hidden in Xian Zihao's eyes.

A hand slipped into her silky hair and cupped her face. Jiang Ruolan had let Xian Zihao quench his thirst, roll over and suck every inch of her soft lips. The next move really had caused her to moan loudly.

"Zihao, we should stop. Your injuries are still not healed." Jiang Ruolan wanted to stop him. She raised her hand and rested it on his shoulder.

"You are too tempting." In her dazed state of mind, she heard his hoarse whisper.

Jiang Ruolan opened her eyes and saw the fine line of his lips gently curling up before covering hers again. She whispered between his lips, "Zihao, I also want my husband to attend my wedding. My husband needs to be healthy and recover from injuries. Since you are seriously injured, can you hold back your desire for a few days until the wedding night? If you move recklessly, your wounds will open again."

Xian Zihao smiled and sighed. His breathing felt heavy, but he clearly knew his condition now. Xian Zihao stroked Jiang Ruolan's hair and gently kissed her lips. With a hint of interest in his eyes, he asked, "You want me to give you an unforgettable wedding night?"

Jiang Ruolan immediately blushed and lightly pushed him. Who didn't know of this Chinese custom? Even if they had a marriage certificate, it won't be complete until they had the wedding night. 

Jiang Ruolan was extremely sensitive to Xian Zihao's teasing, so she resentfully glared at him.

Xian Zihao smiled dotingly at her. "Then I'll endure for a few days." He whispered into her ear, causing her to blush.

Jiang Ruolan slept soundly that night. Perhaps it was because the heaviness in her heart that had been suppressed for too long had been dispelled by Xian Zihao in a matter of moments.

What she didn't know was that Xian Zihao had stayed up all night, holding her in his arms and watching her small face as she slept peacefully.

Qin Gengxin's words were still ringing in his ears.

'When Jiang Ruolan was four years old and brought to Jiang Family, she had lived a worse life than the daughter of the Jiang Family's servant. Those in the Jiang Family always starved her until her body was like a thin bone. Jiang Ruolan did not know how to resist and could only accept everything until one day, her friends took her away, fed her aphrodisiac, and locked her up in an abandoned warehouse with some old men.'

'When Jiang Yijun and I rushed there, she was almost killed by those old men. She was laying on the cold ground, half unconscious. When Jiang Yijun and I carried her away, she woke up but didn't say a word. The doctor said she was suffering from a severe mental shock and had lost her speech.'   

'It was then that my parents forced me to go to America, and when I returned a month later, I learned that Jiang Ruolan and Jiang Yijun had left the Jiang Family. I do not know how she managed to get through those seven years, but when the helpless and submissive girl became strong, it was largely because she felt she had a responsibility to keep up with Jiang Yijun.'

'Jiang Yijun was a pillar of her spirit and life, and even though she was fine today, I was afraid that she would die due to the pressures of the past, and I don't know what will happen to her if her strong heart begins to collapse. Zihao, I suddenly remembered something. In the month I went back to the United States seven years ago, didn't you come back here and come to G City? At that time, did you see her?"

All the memories of 7 years ago played on his mind.

Seven years ago, when he first returned home after graduating from Harvard, he paid a visit to Jiang Family. Then at that time, he saw a girl lying in the snow in front of the Jiang Family's door with thin clothes.

"Please...Save me … So cold... Please... Save…" A weak and helpless voice from the girl under his feet seven years ago suddenly echoed non-stop.

The girl kneeling in front of him, whining and pleading. Xian Zihao almost forgot the memory, but as soon as he heard Qin Gengxin's question, he remembered it in the blink of an eye. He also remembered he asked Jiang Bingqing about the girl.

"Who is this girl?"

"She? She's a daughter of a lowly woman. Don't worry about her ~" 

Jiang Ruolan had been diagnosed with a serious mental condition and lost her speech. And the time she was lying on the ground in the snow, starving and freezing, what did he do?

He did nothing.

***

The next day, Jiang Ruolan woke up at noon. After she finished tidying herself up, she walked out of the bedroom and saw the family doctor examining Xian Zihao's wounds and changing his bandages.

When the family doctor saw her, he politely nodded to her and got up. Jiang Ruolan shook her head when she thought how soundly she's sleeping until she didn't hear a single noise.

"Are you awake?" Xian Zihao walked towards her. He had just been given an anti-inflammatory injection, and the back of his hand was still pasted with medical alcohol.

"Did the doctor just give you an injection?"

Xian Zihao nodded slightly.

As soon as the family doctor left, the doorbell rang. Xian Zihao slowly closed the door behind him. Under Jiang Ruolan's confused gaze, he said softly, "I called for lunch."

Jiang Ruolan went to help him out. Xian Zihao was still injured, but he had been taking care of her the entire time. Guilt welled in Jiang Ruolan's heart as she swiftly took the lunchbox from Xian Zihao's hands. 

"Let me do it."

"Are you sure you don't have to go to the hospital?" As Jiang Ruolan put down the lunch box, she looked over her shoulder in concern. Even though Xian Zihao was wearing his usual clothes and no blood was leaking, she still felt horrified when she thought of the gunshot wound.

This was not something she could cure with her simple medical knowledge, so she was even more worried.

"It didn't harm my vital parts, nor did it hurt my bones and tendons. Other than the fact that I'm bleeding a lot, it's just a flesh wound. I'll be fine after a few days." Xian Zihao smiled faintly as he placed Jiang Ruolan's favorite dish in front of her and told her to sit down to eat. Then he sat down in front of her.

Other than worrying about his injuries, Jiang Ruolan was no longer affected by her bad mood. While eating, she looked at Xian Zihao and suddenly brought a pair of green chopsticks to his mouth.                    

"You're someone I have to take care of right now, do you want me to feed you?"

Xian Zihao glanced at Jiang Ruolan in amusement but didn't refuse her. With a slight raise of his elegant eyebrows, he ate the dish that was being fed to him. 

Jiang Ruolan smiled happily and at the same time, she asked about Wei Donghai. "Wei Donghai seems to have received a call from someone before you arrived. He left in a hurry, can you catch him in a short time?"

"His backer is Jiang Bingqing." Xian Zihao casually took a slice of fish meat and put it into Jiang Ruolan's bowl. His face was very calm. "What must be resolved will be resolved, leave everything to me. Wei Donghai will be doomed. As for Bingqing, I will deal with her fairly. She will bear the consequences for the sins she had committed."