At fifty, she remarried into a wealthy family; her ex-husband knelt down and begged for reconciliati

He Qiaoyun said, "The nanny smashed it. She was going to smash it on me, but Mr. Feng blocked it for me."

Xie Shan raised an eyebrow, "A hero saves a damsel in distress."

He Qiaoyun: "......"

Feng Jiashu said, "Get me a medical examination report for my injuries when we get back; I need it."

Xie Shan raised his chin. "Don't worry, it's all covered."

A short while later, after the wound was bandaged, Xie Shan said, "Luckily, the muscles are thick enough that the bone wasn't broken. It took two stitches. It's hot lately, so I have to change the gauze morning and night. But I have to attend an exchange meeting tomorrow, so I probably won't have time to come over..." He looked at He Qiaoyun.

Following his gaze, Feng Jiashu also looked at He Qiaoyun.

He Qiaoyun felt a little embarrassed. "I'll take care of it," she said, trying to find a reasonable excuse for herself. "After all, he was injured because of me, so it's only right that I take care of him."

After receiving a response, Xie Shan packed his things and gave a word of advice: "Be careful not to get the wound wet."

This means that you cannot take a bath.

But even in this hot summer, you still need to take a shower, even if you stay in an air-conditioned room every day.

Xie Shan said to He Qiaoyun, "If he really can't stand it, he can help wipe his body."

He Qiaoyun's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp, and she nodded awkwardly, "Okay."

"I'll head back now. Call me if you have any problems." Xie Shan picked up his suitcase and was about to leave.

He Qiaoyun stood up. "I'll see you out."

Xie Shan waved his hand, "No need, stay."

The door closed, leaving only the two of them in the huge villa.

Feng Jiashu stood up. "I'll go upstairs and put on some clothes."

He Qiaoyun saw that it was completely dark outside. "I'll go make dinner. It's getting late."

Feng Jiashu said, "It's too much trouble. It doesn't need to be too complicated. Never mind, I can't let you cook. I'll have the restaurant deliver it."

He Qiaoyun waved her hand, "The food outside is too oily and salty, let me cook. It'll only take a short time to stir-fry two dishes. A home needs a warm, homey atmosphere."

It wasn't that she wanted to cook, but she felt uncomfortable just sitting there waiting for the food.

Feng Jiashu looked at his stiff shoulder and said, "Thank you, I'm already hiring a new nanny."

After this experience, his standards for finding a nanny will only become more and more stringent.

He Qiaoyun smiled faintly, "Mm."

Actually, even if she were alone, she would still have to cook dinner, so making an extra portion wouldn't be difficult.

She simply stir-fried shrimp and diced beef, along with the essential greens. While she was cooking, she also made a lotus root and pork rib soup.

It's light, but tastes good.

Feng Jiashu's wound is on his right scapula, but using his left hand pulls on the wound, making it very difficult for him to eat.

After He Qiaoyun finished eating, she saw that there was still more than half of the rice left in his bowl. Not wanting to rush him, she served herself another half bowl of rice and ate slowly with him.

While struggling to eat, Feng Jiashu tried to start a conversation, "How's things going at your orchard? Have you found a market for your grapes yet?"

He Qiaoyun smiled and said, "All the grapes have been sold. The contract was signed yesterday. It was with a supermarket we've worked with before. They approached me first. I'm really lucky this year. They only want my grapes, no one else's."

Feng Jiashu was infected by her smile and said, "Congratulations."

"What a relief! I can finally take a good rest," she said with a smile, picking up her chopsticks and taking a piece of cabbage. "But..."

Feng Jiashu asked, "But what?"

She said, "Sister Xia's fruit harvest is still uncertain. I want to help her out. She doesn't grow much, and I don't know if the supermarket will still buy it..."

Feng Jiashu responded, "Perhaps you can call and ask for an introduction. Man proposes, God disposes. If you've done your part, whether it works out or not is up to fate."

She smiled and said, "Yes."

After dinner, she was about to face a tough battle.

Feng Jiashu had difficulty even eating, let alone bathing himself.

She came out of the kitchen, hesitated, and asked, "Are you going back to rest now?"

"Yes, it's getting late."

She said, "Let me help you wipe yourself down."

Feng Jiashu nodded as if possessed, "Okay."

The two walked up the stairs in silence, one after the other, their rhythmic footsteps seeming to pound against their wildly beating hearts.

This was He Qiaoyun's first time on the third floor.

The third floor is very spacious, with fewer and less complex functions than the second floor. This is Feng Jiashu's private domain, and every part of the design is based on his preferences. The very rigid Chinese style exudes solemnity, majesty, and classical charm.

He Qiaoyun followed him into the bathroom.

The bathroom was the same size as the one downstairs.

The two stood facing each other in the bathroom, alone together, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense.

Feng Jiashu's gaze unconsciously fell on her. Time had not left too many marks on her face. Her bright and elegant bone structure would make her a beauty at any time. With the accumulation of years, she was like a jar of aged wine. Just lift the lid slightly and the room is filled with the aroma of wine.

The undefeated beauty of time.

Of course, external qualities are a plus, but what he cares about more is her soul—resilient and brave, gentle and kind.

Every aspect of her was just right, and every one of them had a fatal attraction for him.

In the past, marriage was simply a matter of parents' orders and matchmakers' words. In short, it was a matter of reaching a certain age, and after marriage, the couple would treat each other with respect, but it would end hastily.

After the divorce, he remained single and never loved anyone else, except for her, who became the exception in his love life...

He Qiaoyun avoided his gaze, "Sit down and wipe it, I'll go get a stool."

After saying that, she ran out of the bathroom in a flash and soon brought back a carved wooden stool.

Feng Jiashu cleared his throat, sat down on the stool, and unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.

He Qiaoyun found a basin, filled it with warm water, put in a towel, and wrung it out until it was half dry.

The bathroom was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.

Through the thin towel, Feng Jiashu seemed to feel the warmth of her fingertips.

He Qiaoyun used the same method she used to use to wipe her child's body, gently wiping him while trying to convince herself, but no matter how she tried, there was a man in front of her.

To be honest, ever since her daughter started elementary school, she and Xu Hui have developed an incredibly pure camaraderie.

After Xu Hui finished eating out, he didn't want to touch her when he got home. At that time, she was busy setting up a snack stall, taking care of three children and all kinds of housework, so she didn't have time to think about that kind of thing. They were still sleeping in the same bedroom, just because there were no extra rooms in the house.

For her, her husband was nothing more than an extra set of dishes to wash at the dinner table and a respectable father to the outside world.

After nearly twenty years of a sexless marriage, she inevitably felt a little shy when she encountered a man again.

After wiping her back, she walked up to him with the towel, squatted down, and met his eyes.

Sweat trickled down his forehead and down his temples, creating an atmosphere of unspoken ambiguity.

Feng Jiashu didn't dare to look her in the eye, and cleared his throat. "I'll wipe my upper body first, and I'll take care of the rest myself."

If we keep wiping, those two policemen who left will have to come back again...

"it is good."