The obedient girl glances up, and the tyrannical tycoon kneels down to pamper her.

Xing Yuru was frightened, and her mother was not by her side. Now, the person she trusted most was Luo Huai, and she slept tightly with Luo Huai's arm at night.

It was already three or four in the morning. Luo Huai kept checking her phone but hadn't received a single message from Xing Yanzhao. She couldn't fall asleep, so she tentatively pulled Xing Yuru's hand away, got up, put on her coat, and went out.

The autumn night was chilly, so Luo Huai pulled his coat tighter and continued to wait at the gate.

She felt a sense of familiarity with this scene.

She remembered. In her hazy memory, her mother had waited for her busy father in the same way, and her father had waited for her mother.

When she was little, she didn't understand why she had to wait. Her mother said, "Of course a family should wait for each other." Her father said, "I won't feel at ease if I can't wait for my mother to come back."

But Mom will always come home, won't she?

It wasn't until her parents were in a car accident that she realized that while her parents would eventually come home, accidents were inevitable.

Everyone says that waiting is pointless.

But the act of waiting itself is meaningful.

Luo Huai wanted to wait for Xing Yanzhao to return, hoping that Xing Yanzhao would see him when he came back.

The sky gradually brightened.

Xing Yanzhao got out of the car, his body covered in morning dew.

"Wife?" He didn't expect Luo Huai to come and wait for him so early, or rather, she had been waiting for him all night.

“Brother Zhao…” A light finally ignited in Luo Huai’s eyes. As she was tightly embraced, tears welled up in her eyes. She raised her hand to hug him back, “Why didn’t you send me a message?”

With a strong nasal tone.

"Oh, don't cry, don't cry." Xing Yanzhao cupped her face in his hands, looking at her misty eyes with heartache. "I sent you a message."

"Let me see." Luo Huai reached for his phone, only to realize he hadn't brought it.

"……"broken.

It's her fault.

Luo Huai immediately fell silent.

Xing Yanzhao found it somewhat amusing and couldn't resist pinching her cheek, deliberately making a "Hmm?" sound.

"Let's go in." Luo Huai smiled sheepishly and took his hand, leading him inside. "Did they catch him? How's Mom? Are you hurt?"

"Why did you ask about Lin Zhengyu first?" Once inside the room, Xing Yanzhao grabbed her chin without ceremony and deliberately questioned her, then lowered his head to kiss her amidst Luo Huai's incredulous expression.

"Brother?" Xing Yuru rubbed her eyes.

Luo Huai felt guilty and turned his head away.

I didn't get to kiss him.

Xing Yanzhao looked at his younger sister, who was getting up from the bed, and had no choice but to restrain himself.

He told her to keep sleeping.

Xing Yuru couldn't sleep, so she got up and asked Luo Huai the same question.

Xing Yanzhao answered in one go: "Lin Zhengyu was arrested during his escape. Mom has been sent to the hospital. As for me, I'm fine. Go back to sleep."

"Which hospital? I'm going to see my mother." Xing Yuru put on her shoes and left.

At this moment, Luo Huai only cared about Xing Yanzhao and insisted on checking him for any injuries.

"Are you sure you want to take my clothes off? If you take my clothes off, I might not be able to control myself."

"Don't change the subject." How could Luo Huai not know? If he really wanted to get close to her, the first thing he would do was to look into her eyes; they would be all sticky.

She reached out to take off her clothes.

Xing Yanzhao sighed resignedly, took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, the bruises clearly visible under the light.

Luo Huai wanted to reach out and touch him, to ask if it hurt, but was afraid of hurting him, so she pulled her hand back.

"It doesn't hurt," Xing Yanzhao replied, quickly grabbing the first-aid kit. "Just some medicine will do."

He didn't care, but Luo Huai's eyes turned red with envy.

She walked step by step toward the man sitting on the edge of the bed applying medicine to her, bent down and hugged his neck, whispering in his ear, "Honey, try to avoid getting hurt in the future."

It's not about telling him not to get hurt, but about minimizing the amount of injury he suffers.

Xing Yanzhao's focus wasn't on that at all; all he could think about was "husband, husband, husband," because Luo Huai called him husband!

husband!

Hey!

This time I really felt it!

Hold on, hold on, my wife is pregnant.

"Hmm, wife, I'm... applying medicine." Xing Yanzhao's breathing changed considerably. He pushed her a little further away, applying the medicine as he said, "You can call me that from now on."

"How should I call him?" Luo Huai asked, seemingly trying to tease him.

Although Xing Yanzhao was injured, he was sitting right in front of her, and she felt completely relieved.

Xing Yanzhao looked up, his eyes filled with a hint of resentment.

Luo Huai smiled and took the medicine to apply it to him.

"You're not going to call me Brother Zhao anymore, are you not going to protect me?"

Xing Yanzhao turned his head, his eyes seeming to ask, "How did you know?"

"Did Lao Shen or Kuang Ye say that?"

“Neither.” Luo Huai continued applying the medicine. “What Guo Hui said was that whoever you let call you Brother Zhao means that you are protecting them.”

Upon hearing this name, Xing Yanzhao couldn't help but frown: "Guo Hui and I..."

“I know you’re alright. Don’t move your head, you have a scrape on your chin.” Luo Huai leaned over to apply medicine to him. The man slightly raised his chin, his Adam’s apple protruding and bobbing every now and then.

"Not done yet?" the man asked patiently.

Luo Huai suddenly kissed him on the corner of the mouth and said, "Okay, husband."

She turned to leave, but the man's long arm swept over her, and she unexpectedly fell onto his lap.

The man did nothing, said nothing, he just held her, his chin nuzzling against her cheek, chin, and neck...

Without any lust.

"I love you my wife."

These words were spoken suddenly in this context.

Luo Huai curved her lips into a smile, recalling what she had said to Guo Hui at the hospital. She and Xing Yanzhao had indeed married for political reasons, but they hadn't divorced because of love.

"husband."

"Ok?"

"I love you too," she said softly.

Xing Yanzhao smiled and kissed her slender neck, his voice low and chuckled: "I heard you."

The two embraced quietly for a moment, then Luo Huai said, "Zha Ren, go shave."

"Wife, can you shave me?" His eyes would always linger on her.

Luo Huai nodded and said "Mm".

The two went to the bathroom, and Xing Yanzhao taught her little by little how to lather and how to shave. After shaving a couple of times, he did it himself.

It's not that I think she's bad at shaving, I just can't bear to do it.

That offer to shave him was just flirting.

He quickly finished shaving him, and Luo Huai watched quietly from the side, seemingly calculating how to shave him next time.

Xing Yanzhao found it amusing and didn't stop it.

"Go get some sleep. When you wake up, we'll go to the hospital to see Mom."

"Mmm." Xing Yanzhao obediently lay down in bed, patted the spot next to him, and gestured for Luo Huai to rest as well.

The two slept in each other's arms until ten o'clock, when they woke up, still thinking about visiting the patient in the hospital.

The two elderly people should not move around too much, so I asked the old housekeeper to take them to the hospital and to visit them on their behalf.

As soon as the three of them arrived at the ward door, they heard Xing's father and mother arguing.

"Why are you yelling at me? Didn't you have a part in raising Zhengyu?"

"Did I yell at you? I'm asking you, do you know you almost killed our daughter!"

"Is this a question? Do I need you to remind me? Do you think I don't know? I know, I know I raised a heartless bastard son! I know I almost harmed Yu Rou!" Mother Xing covered her face with her hands, tears streaming down her face, and continued to whisper, "How could I not know? I know everything. I was biased, I was blind to your true worth, I always protected Zheng Yu, breaking Yan Zhao's heart, and I even became Zheng Yu's accomplice in hurting Yu Rou..."

"All of this is my fault, and I deserve it!"

“I regret it, I was wrong…” Xing’s mother said with red eyes, “I’m sorry to Yu Rou, and even more sorry to Yan Zhao.”