Imdiately, Yang Rui opened the car door and quickly approached. He stopped just half a ter away from Wang Junchen, his expression complex.
"Is Mada alright? Do I need to contact..."
"No need."
Yang Rui had already taken out his phone, ready to make a call, but when he saw Wang Junchen’s resolute attitude, he put it away again.
Still, he couldn’t help feeling sowhat anxious.
Over the years, he had taken on multiple roles, serving as Ye Wanhua’s assistant, driver, and sotis even bodyguard, certainly proving himself loyal and reliable.
"Is everything alright at the shopping center?"
Wang Junchen suddenly spoke up, just as Yang Rui was about to leave. Yang hurriedly responded, "Mada plans to expand the scale, but the mall currently has no suitable locations, so we are still waiting."
"You just prepare everything, leave the rest to ."
Yang Rui glanced toward the master bedroom balcony, "What about Mada here..."
"No rush, we’ll talk once everything is settled."
...
At noon, Ye Wanhua did not go next door.
The elderly lady was very enthusiastic, directly bringing over the spicy fish.
The white ceramic basin was filled to the brim, with Sichuan peppercorns, Chili, and green onions forming a thick layer on top, looking very appetizing.
Wang Junchen, worried that Ye Wanhua might find it too greasy and reluctant to eat, specially prepared so cold cucumbers and stir-fried two refreshing Jin City specialties, instantly creating a warm and holy atmosphere.
"Ah Hua, ti to eat."
He called out, but no one answered.
Just then, in the curtain-shrouded master bedroom, Ye Wanhua lay on her side, hugging a pillow, her face devoid of any smile.
Her slender figure, accentuated by the silver-gray silk robe, looked exquisitely delicate.
Wang Junchen pushed open the door and walked to the bedside.
"Ah Hua, get up, it’s ti to eat."
"What do you an, aren’t you planning to go back at all, just staying in Jin City like this?"
Wang Junchen: "?"
Confused by the question, the man could only turn on the bedside lamp to ease the awkward atmosphere.
Ye Wanhua suddenly sat up, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Wang Junchen.
"Why won’t you speak, did I guess correctly?"
"Look at you, all grown up yet acting like a child. Co on, wipe your tears, stop crying. Did you have another nightmare?"
"A child? Yes, a child. I know you despise , despise for not being able to give you a son, for not taking good care of our daughter, so young and..."
Ye Wanhua grew increasingly sad, her emotions escalating.
"She was so young, I still rember her face, chubby, very small, very cute. I know I’m not a good mother, nor a good wife, but children are innocent, why?"
"Ah Hua, stop thinking nonsense. Co, let’s eat sothing. I’ll take you out for a big shopping spree later."
"Let’s divorce, it’s better for everyone."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Co on, let’s go eat."
"Ah Jun, I’m not joking. It’s been 25 years, we’ve been together for 25 years. You’ve never really forgotten... about that incident, always like this, aren’t you tired?"
"I’m not tired, I’m very happy."
Ye Wanhua, her heart torn, grabbed Wang Junchen’s arm, yelling, "If I hadn’t hit you with the car, you wouldn’t have left the club, nor given up your dream. Do you secretly hate ?"
"That wasn’t your fault, it’s all in the past."
"Why not? It is, it clearly is my fault, why won’t you admit it, why didn’t you let the Police take away?"
Such incidents happened periodically, and Wang Junchen had gotten used to it, never arguing with his wife, always caring unconditionally.
In the eyes of outsiders, Ye Wanhua was like a glamorous star, both beautiful and capable.
But in the eyes of her husband, Wang Junchen, his wife was not a tough woman, nor a fashionista or fitness fanatic. She was simply a fragile young girl who needed protection.
"Don’t cry anymore. Here, let wipe your tears. I promise you, we will have children, trust , okay?"
Ye Wanhua loosened her grip, smiling as she shook her head.
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