The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Just as Suwen was about to push open the door and enter, she suddenly called out to her: "Susu."

"Is there anything else?" Suwen turned around, clutching the blanket.

Cheng Guang hesitated for a long time before carefully speaking, "You've been staying here with me, and I haven't asked you anything. As for what happened last night, I hope you also..."

"I know." Before he could think of a word, Suwen interrupted him in time, "I didn't see what I shouldn't have seen, and I won't say what I shouldn't have said."

Cheng Guang paused, the morning light streaming in through the broken window, casting golden rays across the ground. He reached out and patted Su Wen's forehead: "What a good child."

When Suwen entered, the man was still awake, occupying the only single bed in the room, his long legs casually crossed, watching her with a leisurely air.

The veterinarian's bedroom was a very simple room for a single man, with very little furniture. The walls were white, there was a pure white curtain, and in the center was a 1.5-meter single bed with a short gray checkered sheet and a white pillow. Apart from that, there was only a simple desk and chair in the corner by the window.

The stark white color makes the space appear even emptier.

Fortunately, Suwen pulled out a folding wire mesh bed from under the main bed. It was one of those old, rusty ones from the 1980s. Suwen unfolded the wire mesh folding bed, placed it in the corner, wiped away the rust and dust with a rag, put a blanket underneath, and lay down directly on it.

Without a pillow or a blanket, she curled up her legs, rolled over, and turned her back to the man on the bed.

Actually, her mind was in turmoil; normally, she definitely wouldn't be able to sleep. However, she had tossed and turned all night, only dozed off for two hours this morning, and woken up with her hands and feet ice-cold. She was just too exhausted. Ignoring the glares from the person behind her, she fell fast asleep almost immediately.

When I woke up, it was still dark, and I couldn't tell the time. I turned over, and the man on the bed was also fast asleep. He had been sleeping on his side to avoid putting pressure on his wound.

Suwen rolled over and got out of bed, the noise of which did not wake him.

She tiptoed over and waved her hand in front of his eyes, just like last night, but he still didn't react at all.

She was really fast asleep.

Su Wen shook his head with amusement. Did he really think he was some kind of martial arts master from a novel, someone who could open his eyes at the slightest sound? He was just an ordinary person with two legs!

After staring at him for a while, I realized that he was sleeping very restlessly. His thick, dark eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his brows were creased into a "川" shape. He was sweating profusely, and his forehead was covered with a wet layer of water.

A bead of sweat clung to the tip of his nose, dripping onto his lips as he struggled. In the short time it took to wake up, his lips had become as pale as paper, their surface dry, chapped, and cracked with tiny bloodstains.

Judging from his appearance, could it be that his wound has become infected?

Curious, she placed her hand on his forehead, but the burning heat made her immediately pull it back. It was probably a high fever caused by inflammation of the wound. This wasn't an action movie; such a serious injury, treated so carelessly in such a small place—it was bound to cause endless problems later.

She considered telling the veterinarian about it. But then she thought it best to leave this place as soon as possible.

Although the veterinarian didn't do anything to her, the way he asked her that morning, telling her not to tell anyone, left her with no real choice. She knew very well that if she didn't act "smartly," they would find another way to shut her up.

To silence them...

Just thinking about that word is enough to make her shudder.

The veterinarian might not, but it's hard to say what will happen once this man, who is currently unconscious with a high fever, wakes up.

He chose not to move himself last night only because he was injured and had to rely on her.

Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy.

She wouldn't repay kindness with enmity, but she also didn't want to get involved in this mess. The man in bed and the veterinarian were clearly not ordinary people. How could someone who could treat being shot and having bullets removed as commonplace be an ordinary person? She didn't want to put herself in an even more dangerous situation.

Having made up her mind, she put on her coat and turned to leave. But before her hand could even touch the doorknob, the man behind her suddenly called out, "Susu!"

She was startled and turned to look at him for no apparent reason.

The man's eyes were still closed, and he looked pained.

He was clearly talking in his sleep.

She thought she was hallucinating. She didn't know him at all, so why would he call her name in his dream?

Before she could figure it out, the man cried out in anguish once more, "Susu, don't go...Susu..."

This time, it was crystal clear; she couldn't even deceive herself.

She returned to the bedside, somewhat puzzled, and stared at the man's face. She was certain she had never seen him in the past eighteen years. If they had, the man wouldn't have treated her so coldly last night.

why?

Curiosity killed the cat.

Many years later, Suwen summarized her entanglement with Hao Haiyun, and in the end, it all boiled down to this one sentence.

If she had been more ruthless and simply opened the door and left, if she hadn't heard that call, would everything have been different?

She never intended to intrude into the life of a man like him; it all stemmed from a mistaken coincidence. Yes, a coincidence—

At that time, Suwen did not know that the "Susu" Hao Haiyun was calling out was actually the name of another woman.

"Susu...Susu...Susu..."

The man was clearly in a high fever and delirious, his mind clouded. Some say that the name that comes to mind at this moment is usually the name of the person most important in one's life. If she hadn't been certain she hadn't been in a car accident, hadn't lost her memory, and hadn't been missing for years, she would have truly believed she was the woman he loved most.

She stared at the man before her, somewhat dazed. His features were striking; not conventionally handsome, but undeniably masculine. His physique, needless to say, was the culmination of years of training. Mature, rugged, and virile, judging from his speech and appearance, he was probably around thirty. To Su Wen, he was a complete stranger. And yet, the thing he kept repeating was her name.

Watching him struggle in pain, she seemed bewitched, extending a fingertip and tentatively touching his brow.

Seeing that he didn't react, she became even bolder and tried to smooth out the knot in his brow that just wouldn't relax.

A mysterious man... If left unattended, he might die of a high fever.

in a moment.

Suwen got up, went to the outer room to fetch a basin of water, wrung out a towel with warm water, and gently wiped the sweat off his face. She then took the blanket she had used and covered him with it.

The man instinctively wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, his expression showing no sign of relief.

Suwen went outside and found some anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing pills. With his fever so high, it would be too difficult to wake him up to take the medicine. So Suwen broke the pills in half, crushed them, mixed them in a cup of water, and fed them to him spoonful by spoonful.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and the water mixed with the pills tasted bitter. He basically drank half and spilled the other half, vomiting up most of it.

Suwen had no choice but to put down the cup, take a towel to clean him up, and then continue asking questions. It was more troublesome than taking care of a baby.

Every few minutes, I would come over and wipe his sweat to cool him down.

The clinic has a rice cooker and food storage, which is where Suwen usually cooks for herself. She rinsed some rice, added water, and put the lid on to cook porridge. While the rice cooker was heating up, she mixed all sorts of cat and dog food from the cabinet and put them into food bowls, categorizing them accordingly.

The veterinarian had left sometime earlier, and the kittens and puppies, who had been hungry all day, looked pitiful with their beady black eyes. They all rushed over at the smell of food. Suwen patted the pets' heads, thinking that if she had just left, these little animals would have gone hungry too.

After feeding the animals, she went in and wrung out the wet towel for the man, wiped his sweat, and took his temperature. It was 38.2 degrees Celsius. Hmm, finally it's gone down a bit.

The rice cooker dinged, and the aroma of rice porridge wafted from the outside.

Suwen got up, served herself a bowl, and ate a large bowl of plain white rice porridge without any side dishes. After a whole day and night of this, she was starving. There was still a little left in the pot, and she was about to put it in her own bowl when she thought of the man in the room. He probably hadn't eaten either.

Feeling a pang of conscience, he put down the bowl, found another clean one, scooped up the remaining white porridge, and brought it indoors.

The man slept much more soundly than before, his breathing becoming steady. Covered by the white blanket, he was quiet, like a lurking wild beast. When he was quiet, he was so safe and harmless that no one could imagine when he would bare his fangs.

Suwen put down the bowl, looked at his sleeping face, and muttered to herself, "Well, since you were calling my name even when you were dying, I left you one last bowl of porridge. I've done all I could. From now on, whether you live or die is none of my business. Goodbye... Oh, we'll never see each other again."

She even kindly bent down to tuck the blanket around him, and after saying that, she got up to leave.

A hand gripped her wrist!

Su Wen was startled and was about to turn around when she was pulled backward by a tremendous force.

She fell heavily into the man's arms. Perhaps it was pressing on his wound, because he groaned and reached out to wrap his arm around her waist, pressing her tightly into his embrace!

"you……"

"Susu, don't go..."

The man's pleading tone made the curse that was about to escape her throat catch in her throat.

She was held tightly in his arms, struggling to look at his face. He was still asleep, seemingly dreaming, yet the strength in his hands did not diminish at all.

She pushed him, and he only frowned slightly when she touched his wound; otherwise, he didn't budge.

Nothing can be done.