The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Lu Zheng looked at her as if he understood but not quite, his eyes flashing with a kind of determination.

Suwen sighed: "You'd better be careful when you go out lately. It's best not to go alone. Take a driver with you wherever you go, or... hiring a bodyguard wouldn't be bad either."

“Susu,” Lu Zheng interrupted her, “your words make me feel that the situation seems very serious. Before you make all sorts of decisions that seem to be for my own good, shouldn’t you tell me why you’re doing them? Legally, victims also have the right to know, don’t they?”

"I'm sorry..." Suwen frowned and shook her head repeatedly. She didn't know what else to say besides this sentence. This was an unbelievable past. Sometimes when Nie Suwen thought about it, she felt like she had a nightmare. Everything in the dream was too far away from her. It was as if the moment she woke up, it was already two different worlds.

A shallow and lingering sigh.

Lu Zheng slowly released her hand, turned around, and started to move.

As the car started moving, his steady voice came through: "Okay, maybe you still find it too difficult to talk to me right now. I'll wait until you're willing to tell me everything yourself."

He paused, and then his last words echoed softly in her ear: "I hope that day won't be too long for me to wait."

Memory is a strange thing. If you don't think about it, it's there, quietly lying dormant, without a sound. But the more you try to recall it, the longer it seems to grow. Those scattered fragments and trivial details can eventually be strung together, becoming so concrete that it's unbearable to recall.

She remembered how she looked when she walked out of the Lu family home, distraught and lost. Even with her eyes closed, she could still feel that despair.

It was around that time that I learned what it meant to be at my wit's end.

She came to Beijing alone to find him. She had nothing left and was certain that he would be the one for her. Like the little match girl in the fairy tale, knowing she would die, she still lit match after match with almost piety, dreaming of things she had never had in the virtual illusion of the flames.

Of course, the ending will not be rewritten.

She will die.

When she saw Lu Zheng chasing after her and collapsing while vomiting blood, she felt like she was about to die too. She leaned against the Chinese scholar tree and, oblivious to the pain, repeatedly slammed her head against the thick trunk, even forgetting that she had a blood clotting disorder.

Thick blood blurred her vision, flowing down her forehead like water until her face was covered in blood, and she felt dizzy and lightheaded.

She remembered that she couldn't fall at his doorstep, or he would come looking for her again, and his grandfather would probably accuse her of being a "shameless girl".

She didn't remember how far she had walked; blood followed her, dripping and spreading across the ground. She didn't know where she was or where she was going. Perhaps today, she would die here, bleeding to death.

It sounds like a somewhat tragic way to die.

When I fell, it was like a stone hitting the ground hard, without me feeling anything at all.

At that moment, she truly thought she was going to die. She no longer felt the pain in her wounds; her consciousness lingered faintly above her body. The strongest sensation was cold—a cold that seeped into every vein in her limbs. She instinctively curled into a ball, and something soft and slippery slowly slid down her body. Through a slit in her eyelids, she saw not heaven or hell, but rather an ordinary sofa, chairs, and an IV drip. It was at this moment that she finally realized she wasn't dead yet.

In the few days since she woke up, she had only seen the veterinarian who supposedly took her in twice. He was a tall, burly man with a full beard, very charismatic, and quite witty.

In his words, "I often bring back stray cats and dogs, so I don't mind if I bring back a bigger one this time."

Su Wen had already looked around the room as soon as he woke up. Calling it his clinic's office was a stretch; it was more like a pet farm. He rescued injured or abandoned stray cats and dogs, and sometimes rabbits too. The room was filled with the mess and disarray typical of a single man. It was so chaotic that he seemed to have no interest in tidying up, yet he patiently squatted there bathing the recovered kittens and puppies. He never kept his pets in cages; he said pets also have feelings and crave freedom.

Perhaps to him, she was just a "large pet" he had picked up, but to Suwen, he had saved her life.

Besides, during her recovery, she had been eating and staying at his place, so Suwen felt she should do something in return. Thus, the enormous task of tidying up the room fell to her shoulders.

It was a bit tough at first, but I gradually got used to it and found it quite enjoyable.

Living with these animals every day, seeing myself reflected in their simple, innocent eyes, even my heart becomes simpler. It's as if I can forget all my pain.

During her stay here to recover from her injuries, she really didn't think about anything; she just lived a simple and peaceful life.

She didn't mention when she would leave, and the veterinarian didn't intend to kick her out, nor did he plan to charge her for food. He was mostly not in the clinic, and Suwen had never actually seen him open the door to do business properly. Sometimes he would only come back once or twice a day, and when he did, he always brought back new stray cats or dogs.

I really don't know how he manages to make ends meet with this kind of lifestyle.

One evening, Suwen tidied up the office that had been messed up by the jumping pets, fed all the cats and dogs, then closed the blinds, made sure the clinic door was locked, turned off the lights, lay down on the sofa under the window, and covered herself with a blanket.

She's been sleeping on the sofa since she woke up from her injury. Don't expect this pet clinic to have a bed for people to sleep on, and since they don't charge her, she should be grateful that they have a sofa for her to lie on.

As night fell, the pets all quieted down. Suwen curled up on the sofa, tossing and turning a few times, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

Just then, a muffled thud, like an impact, on the window startled her awake.

She was a light sleeper, and immediately opened her eyes.

All was quiet. The clinic was located by the roadside, and occasionally drunkards would pass by late at night, making strange noises, but nothing serious.

So Suwen didn't think too much about it. Just as she closed her eyes and was about to go back to sleep, there was a loud "bang". When Suwen opened her eyes, she saw shards of glass falling from above her. Before she could roll off the sofa, a dark figure climbed in through the broken window and landed heavily on top of her!

"call……"

The cold air, the heavy breathing, and the weight on her body—Suwen could tell from the weight that it was a man pressing down on her.

"Who are you?"

She tried to push the man off her, but all she met were muscles as hard as iron. His body was like a massive boulder; she couldn't budge him an inch.

"Get out of my way! I'm calling the police..."

Before she could finish her words, a big hand covered her mouth.

"Shut up, call Cheng Guang here!"

Who is Cheng Guang? At that time, she never thought about the name of the veterinarian who took her in. She always called him "veterinarian" and even felt that the name was superfluous.

However, her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the overwhelming stench of blood. Moonlight streaming through the broken window shone on the man's back, and Suwen then noticed that his shoulders and arms were covered in dark bloodstains.

The scene before her eyes nearly took her breath away. Having lived a law-abiding life for eighteen years, Nie Suwen never imagined that one day she would encounter such a bloody scene, the kind you only see in Hong Kong police and gangster movies.

Under normal circumstances, what would an ordinary person's reaction be if they saw a bloodied person lying on top of them? They would probably either be terrified or faint.

Nie Suwen was almost dumbfounded. But she hadn't forgotten the potential dangers that men might bring.

She forcefully pushed away his blood-stained hand: "Get up first, and I'll help you find that... Cheng Guang."

The man's injuries looked serious, and his earlier threats were nothing but a bluff. Suwen easily pried his hands off and forcefully shoved his body away.

The man gave a dull "humph," and in response, rolled over, lying on his back on the floor, panting heavily towards the ceiling. Though he was panting, his breathing was actually very weak; after observing him for a while, Suwen realized he was barely breathing.

Suwen had only been placating him to confirm that he posed no threat to her before turning to pick up the phone on the table.

Before she could even dial 110, a pair of hands covered hers and pressed down on her fingers as she dialed.

Suwen looked up and saw the veterinarian.

The pale moonlight streamed down through the nearly cracked window. Su Wen silently lowered her head, sweeping up the shards of glass. Even so, she couldn't ignore the cold, piercing gaze fixed on her back.

The man who had just been lying on the ground, nearly collapsing, was now sitting in the swivel chair behind the desk, his hawk-like eyes fixed on him.

Suwen couldn't ignore this gaze even if she wanted to.

“Susu is my patient and will be staying here for a few days,” the veterinarian explained as he stopped the bleeding.

The man's gaze flickered abruptly when he heard the name "Susu," then deepened, sweeping over her entire body with a playful look before he chuckled, "Cheng Guang, I wondered when your tastes had changed."

It was at this time that Suwen learned that "Cheng Guang" was actually the veterinarian.

The veterinarian snorted, "You can still laugh? Looks like I don't need to give you morphine."