As soon as the word "shower" came out of his mouth, the temperature in the bathroom rose. The steam from the bathtub made Ye Zhen's cheeks flush red.
Before Ye Zhen could react, Lu Beichuan's shirt buttons were all unbuttoned. From his chest to his lower abdomen, his neat and firm muscles were a feast for the eyes.
Lu Beichuan sat there leisurely. Seeing Ye Zhen's hesitant expression, he said, "Shouldn't the wife take care of her husband when he has trouble with his legs?"
… Although that was true.
When Lu Beichuan was unconscious, Ye Zhen had wiped his entire body. But things were different now. Back then, she had only wiped him like he was a sculpture. Now that he was standing in front of her, she really couldn't bear to do it.
But with Lu Beichuan's condition, if she didn't help, he wouldn't be able to shower.
Ye Zhen wasn't a pretentious person. Just as she was about to sacrifice herself, she saw Lu Beichuan looking at her with disdain. "Okay, you can't do anything well with your clumsy hands. Get out."
"Me?"
Lu Beichuan nodded. "I'll do it myself."
Ye Zhen looked at him suspiciously. "Can you do it?"
She really shouldn't have asked if he could.
Lu Beichuan leaned back in his wheelchair and looked at her coldly. "Do you want to try?"
After digging a hole for herself, Ye Zhen remained silent.
"If you don't want to try, then get out."
Ye Zhen never forced people. She smiled slightly. "Then I'll go out first. Take your time."
It'd be best if you fell to your death, you bastard!
Lu Beichuan watched his little wife leave the bathroom in a huff. The tension on his face relaxed a lot, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly. He stood up from his wheelchair, took off his clothes, and stepped into the bathtub.
***
In a second-tier city 400 kilometers away from the Family Ye villa, an old neighborhood stood quietly.
The mottled, pitch-black corridors, exposed wires everywhere, and piles of trash everywhere made this neighborhood the first choice for many workers who had just entered society to rent a house because the rent was cheap.
Ye Qing had never thought that there would be a day when she would get what she wanted.
She opened her eyes and propped her elbows on the bed. She leaned against the headboard and looked around blankly.
This was a one-bedroom, one-living room of 50 square meters. The decoration was simple. In the narrow room, there was a low-quality wooden bed, a nude-colored wooden desk, and a two-door wooden wardrobe. After arranging these three pieces of furniture, there was not much space left in the room.
Ye Qing, who had been spoiled since childhood, had never lived in such a simple and narrow house. The feeling of being at a loss when she first arrived here made her feel at a loss. Every pore in her body resisted this rented house. Under the mental and physical pressure, she had a fever.
Lin Zhan placed a bowl of soft and warm porridge in front of Ye Qing. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and brought it to Ye Qing's mouth.
"You had a fever last night. You haven't eaten anything all day. Have some porridge to warm your stomach."
Ye Qing looked at the spoonful of porridge in front of her. She opened her mouth but did not eat. Instead, she asked him, "Lin Zhan?"
As soon as he spoke, his voice was hoarse and rough.
"Don't talk. Your fever has just subsided. Have a good rest."
Ye Qing shook her head and looked at Lin Zhan eagerly. "What's the date today?"
Lin Zhan frowned slightly. "What's wrong with you? You look weird. Are you feeling unwell? "
"Tell me the date first!" Ye Qing was suddenly agitated. Her voice choked her windpipe and forced her to lower her head and cough.
"Don't get agitated." Lin Zhan put the porridge on the side of the table. He took a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth with concern and gentleness. "Today is October 7th."
After coughing violently, Ye Qing's face turned red. She leaned against the headboard and frowned. Her dry, cracked, and bloodless lips could not help but murmur, "The 7th? October 7th? "
"What's wrong?"
Ye Qing shook her head and lowered her head to hide the guilt in her eyes. "I … I'm fine. I'm just a little tired."
As she spoke, she lay down again and buried most of her face under the quilt.
"Are you feeling unwell? This won't do. Qing Qing, I'll take you to the hospital! "
Ye Qing shook her head and said in a muffled voice under the quilt, "It's okay. I'll be fine after sleeping and resting for a while. Go do your thing. I'll take care of myself."
"But …"
Ye Qing's eyes peeked out from under the quilt. She forced a smile with a pair of slightly tired eyes. "I'm really fine. Don't worry."
Lin Zhan knew that she was stubborn. She would rather die than cause trouble for him. He could only look at her helplessly and tuck in the quilt for her. "Okay. Have a good rest. But if you feel unwell, you must call me."
Ye Qing nodded and quietly watched him through the gap in the quilt.
At this time, Lin Zhan was still very young. His black and soft hair was not deliberately combed up and was left hanging in front of his forehead. He lost some of his mature and elite aura and had more of an immature youth. His facial features were still very soft. Wearing a simple white t-shirt, he gave off a youthful vibe.
This kind of boy, this kind of age, this kind of experience, was in line with all the fantasies of most young girls. He was the first choice of a boyfriend.
However, only after tasting the hardships of society would one understand that this kind of boy was suitable to be a boyfriend, but not a husband.
Ye Qing buried her whole face in the quilt. When she swallowed, the sharp pain in her throat reminded her that this was not a dream. This was real! She was really reborn!
And it was a month after she was reborn and eloped with Lin Zhan.
In her previous life, she had thought more than once that if God could let her go back to the past, she would definitely not choose to elope with Lin Zhan.
When she was young, she loved Lin Zhan so much. Later, she regretted it so much.
She was young and frivolous. She did not know how hard it was to drift around in society. She lived too easily under the protection of her parents. She thought that society was like her home, a shelter from the wind. However, only after experiencing it later did she realize that she had to struggle for most of her life just for a house of about 100 square meters. She had no power or influence.
All her love for Lin Zhan was worn away by time and the daily necessities.
Later, she saw Ye Zhen sitting in a Bentley, looking as beautiful as ever.
She and Ye Zhen were twins. They looked exactly the same. However, in just ten years, she had become a woman who had to run around to make a living. Ye Zhen was still the same as she was ten years ago. Her face was as white and delicate as before. She was still like a child acting coquettishly to the cold man next to her. Even her cute and sensible son deliberately exaggerated and said that he had goosebumps. However, the man in charge of the Lu Family looked at her helplessly and listened to her quietly. From time to time, he would gently kiss her lips and face.
At that time, she suddenly realized that the love of young people could not compare to a full meal and a house, other than a touching and popular story.
Lying on the stiff wooden bed, Ye Qing was so cold that she shivered. She could not help but curl up into a ball.
If Ye Zhen was sick, Lu Beichuan would definitely send her to the hospital in a panic. He would find the best doctor, use the best equipment, and use the best medicine.
No, how could Ye Zhen get sick under Lu Beichuan's care?
Ye Zhen was Lu Beichuan's treasure. How could he be so careless as to let his treasure get sick?
But why?
Ye Qing should have been the one who married Lu Beichuan. Ye Zhen should have married Lu Beichuan instead of her. Ye Zhen should have sat in the seat that should have belonged to her. The woman sitting in the Bentley and enjoying the man's gentle gaze should have been her!
Since she was young, she had always been more outstanding than Ye Zhen. She was the object of everyone's praise. She was so outstanding that she should have a perfect life and a happy marriage. It was Ye Zhen who took away the life that should have belonged to her!
She dreamed more than once in the middle of the night that she did not run away from the marriage. Instead, she married Lu Beichuan and became Lu Beichuan's wife. She gave birth to a cute son and the family of three lived a happy life.
But she did not expect that when she woke up, she would really be reborn!
And at this time, Lu Beichuan had not woken up yet. She still had a chance!
Lu Beichuan would wake up in half a month. At this time, she only needed to go back and replace Ye Zhen. No one would know. When Lu Beichuan woke up, she would be Lu Beichuan's wife, Mrs. Lu.
***
That night, Lin Zhan got off work. When he opened the door, he found a suitcase at the door. Ye Qing sat on the second-hand fabric sofa and looked at Lin Zhan who walked in. She said, "Lin Zhan, let's break up."
Lin Zhan, who was changing his shoes, trembled. He paused for a moment, then continued to change his shoes calmly. He walked up to Ye Qing and half squatted in front of her. He looked up at her and forced a smile. "Qing Qing, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? "
Ye Qing looked at him expressionlessly. Her face was still weak after recovering from a serious illness. "I'm not joking. I really want to break up with you."
"Break up? Why? Haven't we always been fine? "
"I've seriously thought about it. I can't be so selfish. I can't just leave with you like this."
"Selfish?"
"Yes, Lin Zhan. I love you, but I'm not like you. I still have parents and a younger sister. I don't want to marry Lu Beichuan because I love you. That's why I'm willing to go with you and suffer with you. But I don't want my younger sister to continue staying in that fire pit."
Ye Qing looked at the youth in front of her. Many years later, the two of them would quarrel endlessly, and their days would be like walking on thin ice. Both of them would be very tired.
As soon as she saw Lin Zhan, she thought of the ordinary and difficult second half of her life. Tears instantly streamed down her face and she sobbed. "Did you know? After I left with you, my parents let my younger sister marry Lu Beichuan in my place in order to save their company. Lu Beichuan is in a vegetative state. We don't even know if he'll wake up in this lifetime. My younger sister's lifetime happiness was ruined just like that. I really couldn't bear it. I'm sorry. I can't be so selfish! "
Lin Zhan looked at the sobbing Ye Qing and pulled her into his arms. He hugged her tightly. "Don't say sorry. The one who should say sorry isn't you. It's me. I'm useless. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to face such a dilemma. I'm useless. I'm the one who made you suffer."
Ye Qing shook her head and sobbed. "I'm sorry. I have to go back. I'm your older sister. I can't sacrifice Ye Zhen's happiness for my own. Lin Zhan, forget about me. In the future, you'll definitely find a better girl than me."
Lin Zhan wiped the tears from her face. "Calm down. We'll think of another way. There'll definitely be a way!"
"A way? What way? The Lu Family has a big business. Do you think my younger sister will have a chance to leave after marrying a vegetative state? That's my younger sister. She's still in a living hell. How do you expect me to enjoy my own happiness with a clear conscience? "Ye Qing shook her head and laughed." We were too impulsive back then. Lin Zhan, we were too young. "
"Qing Qing, there'll be a way. Actually, I'm also Lu …" Lin Zhan's words stopped at the tip of his tongue.
"Lin Zhan, you don't understand the Lu Family at all. Other than me going back, there's no other way to solve this problem." Ye Qing sighed. She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. She pushed him away decisively and pulled her suitcase to the door. She turned around and said to Lin Zhan, who was motionless on the sofa, "I'm leaving. In the future … don't come looking for me again."
The door slammed shut, and the entire room was shaken.
A dim yellow light was still on in the living room. The biting cold wind outside the window blew the curtains in the living room. In this remote and old neighborhood with a long history, there was no sound of traffic. It was so quiet that it was as if he was the only person left in the world.
The clock on the wall ticked slowly. The ticking could be heard clearly.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
