[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

But as soon as this hope surfaced, he forcibly suppressed it. He didn't dare to hold too high expectations. Past experience taught him that in this unpredictable situation, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He was truly afraid of experiencing the despair of falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley again.

He pressed himself carefully against the cell door, his ear pressed against the cold panel, trying to hear every sound outside. The sounds of fighting grew closer and closer, as if they were only inches away. Every clash of swords, every shout, was like a hammer, hammering at his heart, making it rise to his throat, so nervous that it felt like it was about to burst out.

“Could it be that my Rouge got the news?

"Han Heming speculated secretly, and Song Yanzhi's beautiful and resolute face appeared in his mind.

When he thought of her, he felt more worried. Although he had reminded Yanzhi that day, the capital city was in such a mess now, with dangers everywhere. He didn't know if Yanzhi could protect her and the children.

Han Heming sighed deeply, that sigh filled with helplessness and worry. He prayed silently in his heart: "Yanzhi, you must be safe. Even if I am trapped here, as long as you and the children are safe, that will be my greatest comfort."

At this moment, the sound of fierce fighting stopped abruptly outside the prison door, like a passionate piece of music suddenly interrupted, and the whole world fell into silence in an instant.

Han Heming stared at the door nervously, not daring to breathe, his heart hanging in the air, as if it would stop beating in the next second due to excessive tension.

With a loud "clang", the prison door was pushed open, which sounded particularly harsh in the silence.

A figure appeared in front of Han Heming. The man was covered in blood. He couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the enemy's blood. The blood kept dripping down the corners of his clothes and arms, gathering into shocking pools of red on the ground.

He knelt on one knee, his voice a little tired, but still loud and firm: "Sir, I am late!"

Han Heming was surprised and happy. He hurried forward a few steps, stretched out his hand to help the man up, and said anxiously: "Get up quickly, what's going on? What's going on outside..." His eyes were full of anxiety and confusion, and he was eager to know what had happened.

"It was Madam who sent her subordinates to rescue you. The situation in the capital is in chaos now. Madam has taken the children to a safe place temporarily, so you don't have to worry." The man answered hurriedly as he stood up.

Han Heming's eyes were slightly red, with tears of emotion and relief in them. He asked with a slightly trembling voice, "Yanzhi...is she okay?" At this moment, his heart was full of concern for Song Yanzhi. As long as she was safe, all the suffering he had to endure would be worth it.

"Madam is fine, but I am worried about your safety, so I ordered my subordinates to rescue you." The visitor replied truthfully, his words full of admiration for the madam.

Han Heming took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, his eyes becoming determined: "Okay, let's get out of here as soon as possible!"

He knew that now was not the time to be sentimental and that he had to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible, reunite with his family, and then deal with this chaotic situation together.

Looking at Han Heming who was rescued with great difficulty by his men, Song Yanzhi's originally dull eyes instantly became bright and radiant. But soon, her eye sockets turned red and crystal clear tears rolled down like a flood that broke through the dam.

"Are you... okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Her voice trembled, filled with endless worry and concern.

Every word seemed to be spoken with all the strength in his body, accompanied by sobs and a heavy nasal sound.

Before she finished speaking, she could no longer suppress the surging emotions in her heart, and like a bird returning to its nest, she suddenly threw herself into Han Heming's broad and warm arms.

Han Heming slowly raised his slightly rough but still extremely gentle hands and gently stroked his wife's silky hair.

He sniffed the faint fragrance emanating from her body. This familiar and charming scent made his heart, which was extremely tense due to days of running around and anxiety, suddenly feel like it had found a safe haven and gradually calmed down.

"I'm... okay... don't cry."

Han Heming suppressed the emotions surging in his heart and spoke in the calmest and gentlest tone possible.

However, only he himself knew that when he saw his beloved wife again, the indescribable excitement and joy in his heart had already overwhelmed him like a tide.

At this moment, he just wanted to hug tightly the weak yet strong woman in front of him and never separate from her again.

After saying that, he tightened his arms and hugged his wife's petite body tightly in his arms, as if she would disappear if he let go.

At the same time, he buried his head deeply in his wife's soft hair, feeling her body temperature and breath. However, where Song Yanzhi couldn't see, his deep eyes had already turned slightly red, and a tear quietly slid down the corner of his eye.

Song Yanzhi raised her head slightly, and through her tearful eyes, she stared at Han Heming's exhausted but still handsome and resolute face, and asked in a trembling voice: "Are you really okay? You must not lie to me!" Before she finished speaking, more tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

Han Heming stretched out his fingers distressedly and gently wiped away the tears that kept flowing down her cheeks. He comforted her softly, "It's really okay. They are just some minor injuries. They will be fine after a few days of rest. It's my fault for making you so worried."

As for the injury, he did have wounds on his body. Ajiu and Tuan Tuan stabbed him in the waist, but he was worried about Song Yanzhi and really didn't want to make her worry about it.

So, he secretly made up his mind to find a time when no one was around and quietly go to Liu's house to seek treatment from the palace doctor.

However, how could Song Yanzhi not understand Han Heming? Back then, the two of them had been married for several years and had two lovely children together.

Over the years, Han Heming has always been a tough guy who never complains easily.

At this moment, Han Heming was hugging Song Yanzhi tightly, trying to hide his pain.

But Song Yanzhi was so perceptive that she could faintly smell the blood on Han Heming's body. She struggled slightly and broke away from Han Heming's warm embrace.

Then, she turned around and faced the maids serving outside the door, shouting loudly: "Fuqin! Hurry and invite the Liu family doctor here!"