The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Wearing only Lu Zheng's oversized T-shirt, with nothing underneath, Su Wen huddled in the bathroom, refusing to come out. Finally, Lu Zheng guessed what she was thinking and ran downstairs to buy her a dozen new underwear.

That's where the problem lies. Because the pair of underwear she took off after getting blood on her clothes happened to have a cartoon chick design, Lu Zheng, guessing what she wanted, bought her a dozen cartoon underwear—Yoyo Monkey, Tuzki, Red Ali… Thoughtful, yes, but too much. Su Wen was a little annoyed at the time.

That night, when they slept together, he kept staring at her crotch, lost in thought, until her face turned bright red and she was about to call him a pervert. Only then did he blurt out, "Although I can't get used to your unique taste right now, you're actually quite cute."

To my surprise, three years later, he was still preparing cartoon underwear for her!

If she weren't completely naked, she would have rushed out and thrown the underwear in his face.

After putting on her pajamas and coming out, Suwen's face was still flushed and she looked a little unnatural because of the underwear.

When Lu Zheng stood up, he met her gaze. She remained in that half-sitting, half-standing position for a long time, as if she were lost in thought, not knowing what she was thinking.

Suwen finally couldn't help but say, "You can go wash now."

He exclaimed "Ah!" and pointed to the large bed in the bedroom: "You should go to sleep early." Then he hurriedly went into the bathroom and closed the door.

The house is only one bedroom and one living room. Back then, in accordance with her wishes, a huge and comfortable double bed was replaced, which almost filled the entire small bedroom.

She sat on the edge of the bed, touching the soft mattress, wondering where he would sleep tonight. She slowly scanned the room, every corner seemingly filled with memories.

Her gaze fell on the wardrobe in the corner. She paused, as if to confirm something, then suddenly got up and opened the wardrobe door—

The enormous wardrobe was neatly divided into two rows. One side held his clothes, hanging and folded, arranged in an orderly fashion. The other side... was entirely filled with women's clothing. There were casual wear, business attire, even cocktail dresses, and of course, underwear and pajamas. The wardrobe was packed full, exuding the fresh scent of camphor. She ran her hand over it; every piece of women's clothing was brand new, with tags still attached, some even clearly displaying their prices.

She was slightly stunned, as if she had been under a spell, and remained lost in thought.

She heard the rustling of clothes behind her. When she looked up, she felt a wave of heat and rising steam approaching. Lu Zheng was standing next to her, shaking his wet hair and looking at her.

"You...are you done washing?"

Isn't that obvious? But when she saw his bare upper body, his honey-colored skin, his firm muscles, and the clearly defined lines, she became incoherent.

"Hmm." He didn't comment, walked past her, and casually grabbed a nightgown from the closet and put it on. As he brushed past her, she could even feel the water droplets on his body sliding down and into her collar.

She quickly shook her dizzy head and pointed to the wardrobe: "These...you bought all of these?"

He nodded and casually closed the wardrobe door for her.

There was no sound behind him for a long time. Lu Zheng dried his wet hair with a towel, turned around, and saw Su Wen still squatting there, staring at him with an expression as if she were looking at a monster: "You...you didn't bring any friends here, did you?"

He said expressionlessly, "No one else has come except you."

Suwen breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness. If someone saw a grown man like you buying so many women's clothes, they would think you were a pervert."

Lu Zheng's face suddenly turned ashen.

Realizing the strong condemnation in his gaze, Suwen immediately felt a little guilty: "No, that's not what I meant... Actually, I also want to know why you bought so many clothes..."

Her voice trailed off, and she was too embarrassed to ask any further questions.

Lu Zheng threw down the towel and turned to leave. Su Wen's heart tightened, and she quickly asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to sleep on the sofa!" He stopped, but didn't turn around; his back was terribly stiff.

"I'm sorry..." She silently lowered her head. How awful! She had tried to ease the awkward atmosphere, but it had backfired.

"I bought it for you." Just when she had given up hope that he would talk to her again, he said in a curt tone, "For the past three years, whenever I saw clothes that suited you, I couldn't help but want to buy them, hang them in my closet, and imagine how you would look wearing them..."

“Lu Zheng…”

“I know I’m stupid, you don’t need to remind me.” He interrupted her rudely.

A pair of small hands came around from behind and hugged his waist: "You're not stupid at all. Someone else can wear it later, right?"

He felt a stab to his heart and instinctively clenched his fist.

I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

I could hear his footsteps outside and the clicking of his lighter, so I knew he wasn't asleep either. He was probably sitting by the window smoking again. Later, there was the gurgling sound of the water dispenser, and after a long while, there was finally silence.

Suwen had no idea when she fell asleep.

She only remembered that when she woke up, her throat felt like it was on fire, and the view outside the window was hazy gray. She lay on the bed and coughed a few times, feeling uncomfortable, before falling back into a deep sleep.

A cool finger was placed on her forehead, cool and comfortable. She couldn't help but moan softly, turned over, and pressed the hand down.

The owner of the hand shifted slightly but didn't pull away. She struggled to open her eyes, and Lu Zheng's shadow flickered in front of her, sometimes near, sometimes far.

"Get up, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Uh..." That's a bit much, isn't it? She turned over uncomfortably, ignoring him.

You have a fever.

"I'll be fine after taking some medicine..." she insisted on pretending to be dead.

He finally ignored her and turned to walk away. The wardrobe door creaked open, and he could hear the soft rustling of him dressing. After a while, a piece of fabric was placed over her head and face: "Do you want to dress yourself or should I help you change?"

She let out a soft "ah," finally stopping her motionless state and slowly sitting up from the bed.

"What time is it? It's not even dawn yet!" She yawned and reluctantly changed her clothes.

"You don't need to worry about that, there are people on night duty at the hospital."

I couldn't resist him, so early in the morning, he threw me into his car and drove me all the way to the hospital. The doctor who saw me was also sleepy-eyed, prescribed some medicine, and said I needed an injection.

Su Wen, who had been dozing off with her head tilted to the side, was now wide awake. She hid behind Lu Zheng, her face filled with righteous indignation: "I won't fight, I'd rather die than fight!"

Lu Zheng laughed: "I never thought you were afraid of dying, let alone being afraid of injections?"

Sometimes she's just like a child, so innocent and naive it's almost laughable, making you want to hold her in your palm and cherish her.

The nurse hung up the IV drip, tied a leather strap around her wrist, and slapped the back of her hand repeatedly. It didn't actually hurt, but out of fear, Suwen instinctively squinted and buried her face in Lu Zheng's shoulder.

He gently patted her shoulder to comfort her, and seeing that the nurse hadn't given her the injection for a long time, he asked, "Is there a problem?"

The nurse shook her head: "Too thin, and the veins are too thin, it's hard to insert the needle." She untied the bandage and then used the other hand to insert the needle.

The instant the needle pierced her flesh, he gently pulled her face close and covered her eyes with his hand. The pain was fleeting, followed by a cool sensation that seeped into her bloodstream.

She didn't know why she was afraid of injections and medicine. She had poor blood clotting, and as a child, even the slightest scratch or scrape would require a trip to the hospital. Over time, she developed a fear of the smell of disinfectant. In addition, her symptoms prevented her from taking aspirin-like medications, so she always endured colds and fevers, waiting for them to heal naturally.

As dawn broke, it was just the two of them in the infusion room, so quiet that you could hear the dripping of the IV. She rested her head on Lu Zheng's shoulder, and Lu Zheng took off his coat to cover her. Su Wen, who was already sleepy, quickly drifted off to sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that the person next to her was gone, and she leaned her head against the bench.

She was a little dazed, feeling empty inside, a feeling she couldn't quite describe.

Just then, a nurse came to remove the IV, and she quickly asked, "Where is the man who came with me?"

The nurse smiled and said, "Is this your husband? Here he is."

Following the nurse's gaze, she rubbed her eyes and saw Lu Zheng walking towards her in the morning light. He was carrying soy milk and rice porridge. After the nurse removed the needle, he took her hand and pressed the cotton ball to stop the bleeding, then put the soy milk into her other hand: "Have something to eat first."

She slurped her soy milk, glancing at him every now and then: "When did you leave? I didn't feel a thing."

He rolled his eyes at her, his gaze seeming to say: Sleeping like a pig, you wouldn't even know you've been sold.

She stuck out her tongue sullenly, then after a while, she suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, what time is it? I need to go to the company this morning for a makeup session and to try on clothes!"

This time she is performing with Xue Shaofeng, and the company attaches great importance to it. There are special people in charge of the costumes and styling, unlike usual when she just does a perfunctory job on her own.

Lu Zheng glared at her: "You can't even stand up straight, yet you're still making a fuss. Do you want to miss the performance tonight?"

She couldn't win the argument; after all, the steering wheel was in his hands. Suwen couldn't sit still once she got in the car; she couldn't very well stand up Brother Feng. Actually, she wanted to seize the time to practice with Xue Shaofeng some more.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Lu Zheng immediately saw through her thoughts: "You'd better think about how to protect your rascal voice, so you don't crack as soon as you go on stage."

That's true. She touched her throat; it was still itchy and uncomfortable. This time, she was singing a duet with Xue Shaofeng, naturally choosing one of his songs. He had sung this song on the Spring Festival Gala years ago, and it became an overnight sensation across the country; almost everyone could sing a few lines. Challenging such a famous song added to the difficulty, especially since there was a climax in the middle, in a rather high key, which Xue Shaofeng's original version used falsetto for.

Frustrated, she banged her head against the car window, lamenting, "What should I do? What should I do?" She regretted being so willful last night and sitting downstairs in the wind.