[Wife's Poison] Chapter Six - I'm sorry, I love you

VI. I'm sorry, I love you.
In the taxi, I gently wiped the blood from Xunmei's chin with my sleeve. Her white suit was instantly stained

crimson with blood; her wedding dress was ruined.
I rudely told the driver to hurry up and drive, my impolite attitude displeasing him. He muttered something,

but I paid him no heed. The car sped along, my heart filled with anxiety, wishing it could sprout wings.
Xunmei was still beautiful, her delicate eyebrows arched like wisps of smoke, her features exquisite, but her face was etched with sorrow. I gently cupped her

porcelain doll-like face, careful as if handling a fragile vase.
I softly tucked the strands of hair from her forehead behind her ears. Her smooth face was as it always had been, a face meant to be

cherished . But who had furrowed her brow? Who had left tear stains on her face? Who had caused her such

heartache?
It was me! It was me! My heart ached, as if struck by a powerful blow. The moment I saw her spurt blood,

my heart, which had been pounding with relief, sank! My eyes were only on her; the sweet memories overwhelmed the past pain.

At that moment, I didn't think of anyone, nothing at all; I only knew she needed me, I only knew she

was weeping for me. So I came, I came to her side, to protect her.
At the hospital, I tightly grasped the doctor's hand, anxiously asking if Xunmei was alright. The doctor told

me seriously that Xunmei had a mild congenital heart condition and couldn't experience extreme joy or sorrow; a few days of rest would be fine. However, he

reassured me that the condition was curable, but the cost would be substantial, around 150,000 yuan.
My heart eased slightly, and I quickly thanked the doctor, then returned to Xunmei's bedside.
I gently held her snow-white hand in my palm; her fingers were like slender scallions, long and delicate—a pair of hands comparable to

a pianist 's, yet now so cold. I held both hands, then closed my eyes and deeply inhaled

the fragrance of her fingers, gently kissing her bent knuckles. Her skin was like ice, her bones like jade, her skin soft and fragrant—so beautiful! So sweet! My rough tongue

gently traced the delicate spaces between her fingers, her index and middle fingers holding mine, rubbing it back and forth. Her tongue became

my penis, her fingers my tender opening, and I thrust in and out with ecstasy. My saliva soaked her fingers, dripping onto the pristine white

sheets , leaving a damp patch.
The door was suddenly flung open, and Mengchan, still in her wedding dress, appeared in the doorway. Her eyes widened, as if she couldn't

believe what she was seeing. On her happiest day, her new husband had abandoned her, using the same

hands that had caressed her body day and night to embrace another woman, disregarding her feelings, her family's reputation, and the

scorn of friends and relatives, before carrying that woman away.
Not only that, she followed her husband and saw him kissing that woman's fingers,

his face filled with tenderness and ecstasy—a treatment she had never experienced before.
Her pupils widened, her face contorted instantly. She had never been so angry. Just

as she was about to unleash her fury, her husband stood up and faced her. Thinking he was there to apologize, her anger

subsided slightly, only to hear words that plunged her into despair: "Don't talk, or you'll disturb

Xunmei!" Seeing Mengchan open the door so loudly, I quickly stepped forward, pulled her

outside , and gently closed the door.
I knew I had made a terrible mistake. Seeing Mengchan, I suddenly realized that today was our

wedding day, and I felt incredibly guilty. But if I could turn back time, I would still do the same.
"Wife, I'm so sorry, I've made you suffer!" I tried to pull Mengchan into my arms to comfort her,

but she pulled away from my hand, as forcefully as I had slapped her hand away at the wedding.
"Tell me! Who is she? I've never seen her before! How could you do this? How could you do this to me?"

Mengchan questioned me sharply, her veins bulging on her forehead; she was clearly furious.
"Wife, don't raise your voice like that. This is a hospital. Listen to me carefully, I'll explain. I know I

'm sorry, but please let me explain first." I had never seen her so fierce. Her beautiful oval face was contorted

with anger, and I felt incredibly guilty. I wanted to tell her that I couldn't help myself.

But could I honestly tell her how I felt?
"Fine! Explain! Explain how you cheated on me with her, explain how you slapped

my hand away and went to another woman!" Mengchan's chest heaved, her anger uncontrollable, her body

trembling uncontrollably.
"I didn't cheat on her. She was my ex-girlfriend. She has a heart condition, as you saw, she even vomited blood

today . I was stunned, but it was a matter of life and death, so I didn't think about anything else and brought her to

the hospital," I explained.
"She's your ex-girlfriend? I bet she's your mistress! You abandoned me on our wedding day!

Tell me, is she more important, or am I?" "Wife, of course you're more important, but her life was in danger,

I had no choice! I'm so sorry, please calm down! Look at all these people here, go home first,

I'll go home and apologize to you properly later." Ignoring Mengchan's struggles, I hugged her tightly,

half-jokingly coaxing her.
"Tsk tsk! This newlywed couple is already causing such a scene, how are they going to live together in the future!" Aunt A

clicked her tongue.
"I bet the man cheated on his wife and got caught!" Uncle B said knowingly.
"I know, this woman is the daughter of the boss of XX company, her wedding today was a huge affair!"

Woman C whispered to Man D next to her.
"Wealthy families are full of trouble! That's just how the world is!" Man D looked like he had seen through the world,

crossed his arms , and glanced at us sideways.
...
Only then did Mengchan notice the large crowd gathered around, pointing and whispering curiously. Her face flushed

red . She glared at me, broke free from my embrace, and stormed off. My wife's fierce demeanor was like

that of a completely different person. I must have hurt her terribly; otherwise, she wouldn't be like a shrew, so full of arrogance, usually so sweet and gentle

.
Wiping away a cold sweat, I ignored the bored onlookers and went back to the ward, closing the door behind me.
Xunmei lay quietly on the hospital bed, the white quilt billowing around her chest. Her soft, dark hair

flowed down the pillowcase. Her pale, sickly face, like a sickly beauty, was pale, and her thin lips, which should have been pink, were now devoid of color.

The sun shone brightly. I bent down and moistened her slightly chapped lips with my saliva.
I gently pulled the blanket up a little more, covering the snow-white skin beneath her neck. But the blanket was too short, and a pair of

plump, snow-white feet were exposed. Her small feet were delicate and exquisite, adorned with red nail polish, her

ten toes a striking crimson.
I unbuttoned my coat and quickly wrapped this natural work of art around her feet. I was afraid her feet would get cold, but I was even more

afraid of the doctor seeing them, as if they were my private property, something only I could see and touch.
At that moment, Zheng Xianyu and Li Suyin also arrived. It seemed the doctors and nurses in the hospital knew that a groom

had brought a woman to the hospital, and everyone was probably gossiping. Otherwise, why would they have found me so quickly?
I explained the situation to them briefly, telling them that this was my ex-girlfriend, who had always been

in poor , and that she had almost been in mortal danger due to emotional distress, which was why I had disregarded the ongoing wedding and

brought her to the hospital.
Zheng Xianyu and Li Suyin teased me, saying, "You have a beautiful wife at home and a concubine outside. When

did our talented 'sir' become so promiscuous?"
I couldn't bother joking with them and asked them to look after Xunmei. Zheng Xianyu is my good brother, so I

didn't stand on ceremony with him. Besides, his girlfriend was there too, so I wasn't worried about him causing trouble. I left a note for Xunmei,

briefly introducing Zheng Xianyu and his girlfriend, and telling her to take good care of herself and that I would come to see her again tomorrow. This would prove that

I had been there and put her mind at ease.
When I got home, my parents, in-laws, wife Mengchan, and sister-in-law Mengjuan were all there. I felt like a

criminal about to be sent to the guillotine, slowly sitting down on the stool left for me.
My father was the first to attack: "Ren! How could you do such a thing? You've completely

disgraced your mother and me!" I could only apologize.
"Son, you should explain to your in-laws why you did this," my mother said, seemingly

afraid of offending my in-laws, urging me to explain quickly.
I saw my father-in-law, Liu Dongxian, his handsome face had turned into a grim expression, his expression dark and gloomy. My mother-in-law, Mingyue , also

looked displeased.
I quickly recounted the story I'd told Mengchan at the hospital, half-truths and half-lies. My parents didn't know who Xunmei was

; I'd kept it a secret very well before. Back then, when I was short 100,000 yuan for my studies abroad, my parents assumed I'd

raised it from classmates and teachers.
My in-laws remained silent, perhaps out of respect for my parents. However, my wife, Mengchan,

treated me like a criminal, demanding a detailed account of my relationship with Xunmei during university, whether I'd

continued pursuing , and how she ended up at our wedding. She

had reviewed all the invitations and hadn't seen anyone named Xunmei.
At that moment, for the first time, I felt a sense of disgust towards my wife, Mengchan, but I

suppressed . Then, I calmly recounted my nearly three-year relationship with Xunmei, omitting her involvement with the contract

, and naturally, also omitting the fact that she borrowed money from me.
The past was unbearable to recall, especially the unavoidable memory of that sinful contract and the lewd

livestream. A surge of anger rose within me; my heart ached as if salt had been rubbed into a raw wound.

I felt as if I had been stripped naked, standing exposed in public,

being slapped and whipped repeatedly.
For a moment, I was deaf, as if I couldn't hear anything. I only saw my wife's incessant chatter, her mouth opening and closing,

so irritating. I only saw my in-laws' disdainful and contemptuous gazes, occasionally uttering

a few . I only saw my father silent, my mother sighing. I only saw my sister-in-law staring blankly at me, and when

my eyes met hers, she seemed to understand everything, looking at me with encouraging eyes.
I felt as if I were surrounded by demons, as if I were in a gloomy hell, as if I were in a scorching furnace. I couldn't sit still any longer. I suddenly

stood up, slammed my hands on the table, and roared, "Stop talking!" Everyone was

startled. I ignored them and stormed out, slamming the door behind me.
I didn't go to the hospital; I just kicked an empty can by the roadside. I kicked it lightly,

walked , and kicked it again, just walking aimlessly like that.
As if sensing something, I suddenly turned around and saw my wife's face. She was following behind, and when she suddenly saw me

turn around, she was startled and stopped.
I was about to get angry, but then I realized that this wasn't my wife; it was my sister-in-law, Mengjuan.
My gloomy face slowly softened, and I waved to her. She walked to my side and whispered,

"Brother Daren." I found it strange that she always called me "Brother Daren" instead of "Brother-in-law." She only called me "Brother-in-law" in

front of .
"Juan'er, what was your parents' reaction just now? Were my parents angry? What about your sister?" I

was already regretting it; I shouldn't have lost my temper in front of my elders.
"My parents asked me to come see you. Your parents didn't say anything, but my sister... she still seems very angry,"

Mengjuan stammered.
"I didn't mean to, don't take it to heart. I was just upset," I explained to Mengjuan.
"It's okay, I know," Mengjuan seemed to understand.
Seeing her obedient appearance, I couldn't help but habitually pat her head. She seemed like a pampered kitten,

thoroughly enjoying being petted. We walked side by side, and I couldn't help but pour out all the happy moments I shared with Xunmei

, but I concealed the painful things, speaking even more clearly than when my wife interrogated me in the living room earlier.
I told her that we broke up for certain reasons, but I said I didn't want to talk about the specifics, and Mengjuan didn't

ask any more questions .
I went on to tell her how happy and romantic my sister and I were abroad. I explained to her that

today after all, our wedding, and I felt bad for her sister; I understood why her sister was so angry.

But wasn't explaining to Mengjuan just a way of comforting myself?
After hearing about my past with Xunmei, Mengjuan seemed envious and longing; but after hearing about my romantic love story with her sister

abroad , a hint of dissatisfaction, even hatred, flashed in her eyes.
I felt a pang of worry that Mengjuan and Mengchan might have a grudge, so I asked her, "Do you have a conflict with your

sister ? Does she bully you? Tell me, if she really does, I'll go teach her a lesson and spank her."

"Hey!" "Ah! No, no, no... please don't say that. My sister and I have a very good relationship." Mengjuan

hurriedly said no, trying her best to show that she and her sister had a good relationship.
I was a little confused. Aren't twins supposed to have a good relationship? Why does Juan'er seem a little afraid of his wife?
We walked and walked until we came to a park near the neighborhood. We got tired and sat down together

on a long bench in the park to rest. I was really tired today, physically and mentally. I told Juan'er that I was going to take a short rest, and if

Juan'er wanted to go back, she could go back first. Juan'er said no, saying that her feet were also sore.
I originally wanted to close my eyes and rest for a while, and I actually fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already dark. I

moved and realized that I was covered with Juan'er's coat, while Juan'er was shivering in the cold. I also

found that my eyelids were a little wet. Did I shed tears in my sleep? But I could clearly smell a faint fragrance.
Juan'er looked at me with deep affection, which made me a little scared. When she realized I was awake, she quickly and hurriedly

looked away.
"Juan'er, look at you, you're dressed so lightly yourself, and you're still covering me with your clothes?" I glared at her reproachfully

, then draped her coat over her shoulders. I patted her head, feeling a pang of pity for her actions.
That evening, when I got home, my wife Mengchan's face paled slightly when she saw me and Mengjuan come in together.

Her , and she seemed to be deliberately trying to appease me. I was a little overwhelmed; I hadn't expected Mengchan

to forgive me so quickly.
During dinner, she even served me rice and picked out dishes for me. I ate silently, looking at her with gratitude.
In the afternoon, my parents went back to their hometown in my father-in-law's car. They were gone, but my guilt hadn't

lessened in the slightest.
That evening, we specially brought our daughter Zhenzhen to Juan'er's room so she could take care of her for the night. Tonight was

our wedding night; although we had already experienced it back home, this time it was at her house, so we wanted to make it special.
We seemed to have made up as if nothing had happened. I embraced Mengchan's delicate body and led her to the bathroom, then had her sit beside me. I

poured buckets of fresh milk into the already cleaned bathtub, filling the entire bathroom with its distinctive aroma.

Tonight, I was going to personally bathe my beloved wife, using her favorite milk!
Mengchan, wearing a bathrobe, sat on a small stool beside me with her legs crossed, her snow-white calves peeking out from under the hem of the robe,

her small feet dangling gently in white cotton slippers. Watching her husband diligently working for her, a

happy smile graced her face.
I knelt on one knee, then extended a hand, saying to my beloved wife with a chivalrous air, "My

queen, please enter the bath." Mengchan giggled, "Husband, what are you doing?" "Just playing along!

Let's play a queen and subject game. You are the queen, and I am your loyal servant. Tonight, I will let my wife

enjoy queenly service." I joked, but actually, I just wanted to make her happy and make up for

my mistake earlier that day.
In matters of the bedroom, I'm very open-minded. Here, I can set aside my dignity, shed my worldly masks,

and do whatever I want, as long as it's not like my mother-in-law, Mingyue, made my father-in-law, Liu Dongxian, eat that disgusting banana in such a humiliating way.
Mengchan seemed to understand what I meant. She happily said, "Husband, you're so good! But don't regret

it!" I said, "Just bring it on." Then I reached out my hand again, but she didn't take it.
"My loyal servant, no, my loyal slave! Open your mouth!" Mengchan seemed to have inherited her

mother's talent, instantly reverting to her queenly demeanor, speaking to me in a commanding tone.
I was a little annoyed. You take advantage of my kindness? But not wanting to ruin the atmosphere I had deliberately created,

I opened my mouth.
Mengchan lifted one of her feet and stuck her toes into my throat, making it difficult for me to breathe. She giggled

, "Husband, I'm going to get revenge on you for making me give you oral sex!" I suddenly realized, women and petty people are hard to deal with

!
Sigh, it seems today won't be easy.
Mengchan's jade-like foot, like a penis, shoved into my mouth, then thrust in and out. My saliva involuntarily flowed

down, wetting my chest. Her feet were so small I could almost reach her ankles.
Mengchan braced herself against the chair, stabilizing herself, then lifted her other foot, spreading her little toes to

pinch my nose. I suddenly found it hard to breathe, only able to

gasp for air through the gaps created by her foot thrusting in and out of my mouth.
I couldn't hold my breath any longer and angrily blocked her attack with my hand.
"What's wrong, honey? Can't take it already?" Mengchan giggled, looking at

me with a provocative gaze.
"No, it's just that I have trouble breathing," I said expressionlessly. "
Honey, don't be like that. You're the one who wanted to play the queen game, don't be upset!" Mengchan gently

stroked my hair, as if comforting me.
Oh well, I've reaped what I sowed. I just didn't expect her to be so similar to her mother.
"No, my queen, please continue your training!" I complied, not wanting to displease her.
She actually slapped my face, the force not too strong, but the humiliation made my

face flush .
Was she going to humiliate me like this? Did she not love me anymore? How could she treat her husband like this?
I suppressed my displeasure, my face turning ashen. I lowered my head, not wanting her to see my face. Mengchan seemed

to think I had given in, letting out a giggle. Her laughter pierced my heart like a knife, my

face twitching.
My wife ordered me to take off all my clothes, made me kneel closer, and then continued to insert her foot into my mouth,

forcefully thrusting it deep into my throat. The discomfort she had caused me when she gave me oral sex was transferred to me. This was a way of settling the score for the suffering I had given her

last time , I told myself.
Mengchan's other foot began to rub against my penis, a tingling, pleasurable sensation. This was what I wanted.

Suddenly, the thrusting in my mouth didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore. The good times didn't last long .
Suddenly, my wife's foot clamped down hard on my glans. It hurt so much! My eyes almost popped out of their sockets

. Thankfully, it only lasted a moment; if it had continued, I would have passed out from the pain. A man's penis is very fragile . 　　My wife seemed to be constantly testing my limits. If I couldn't take it and started to resist, she would gently persuade and soothe me. 　　I've come to realize her superb "training" skills.

Then, my wife ordered me to turn over and lie face down, making me stick my buttocks out, which I did. It was humiliating, but I endured it.

Didn't she usually do this during sex? It was just that I was a man, and doing this made me very uncomfortable.
My wife used her toes to pry open my buttocks, then forcefully inserted her toes into my anus, reminding me

of the time the Russian Navich had his large penis inserted into my anus. My anus felt like it was being torn apart. This time, I

remained silent, clenching my index finger so tightly that my white fingers cracked.
But my wife didn't hear me; she was already indulging in the pleasure of conquering others. She thrust her foot forcefully,

as if her husband lying on the ground were truly her slave. She let out a giggle, a giggle

so piercing! She seemed to be enjoying it, as if she were enjoying it even more than having sex with me. Her cruel laughter chilled my

heart great pain.
I suppressed it. I love her; I can't go against her wishes. I have wronged her today; I can't

make her unhappy again. I suppressed it, suppressed it…
“You lowly dog! You wretched slave, are you enjoying this? Hehe…” My wife was unrestrained.
“Lowly dog”!!! She actually insulted me like that! My head spun, as if I were Liu Dongxian,

I didn’t want this!
Enough is enough, I can’t bear it any longer! I stood up abruptly, my face pale, and turned around, hooking one arm around her knee and

the other around her back, lifting her up like that.
“Husband, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me!” Mengchan looked at me with a hint of fear in her eyes.
I didn’t say anything, walked to the bathtub, and then threw this vicious woman hard into

the bathtub . That bathtub of milk was meant for her bath. I even wanted to

kiss her whole body with my most sincere love. Kissing the whole body has always been my highest expression of love.
Amidst gasps, this woman who was just moments ago so arrogant fell into the mortal world, into her favorite milk

bath water.
The milk splashed everywhere from the impact. The woman let out a muffled groan and took a large gulp of milk.

Like a drowning person, she struggled to get up, but in her haste and with the milk in the bathtub incredibly

slippery , she couldn't manage to climb out.
I stepped into the bathtub, turned her body around so she was face down, and then forcefully pushed her head

into the milk, making a gurgling sound. She probably hadn't had time to hold her breath. After a while,

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head out of the milk bath. My wife choked and coughed incessantly.
"You filthy woman, how dare you insult me as a lowly dog! Do you want me to be your father?" I roared fiercely.

The woman before me didn't seem like my wife anymore; I treated her like an enemy.
"Husband, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. I was just too excited. You want me to call you Dad?

I will, I'll call you right now. Dad! Please forgive me! Dad! Please forgive your daughter!" Mengchan misunderstood,

thinking I wanted her to call me Dad.
Actually, what I meant was: I won't be like her father, slavishly submitting to her mother's ass.

Mengchan probably didn't know about her parents' shameful affair, and I hadn't thought much about it before asking. Mengchan
's "Daddy" was like heroin injected into my veins; I became excited,

my lower body hard as iron, and I was burning with desire.
"You slut! From now on, you'll call me Daddy!" I ripped off her cumbersome bathrobe and threw it outside.

Then, holding my red-hot, huge iron rod, I thrust it hard into her untouched, tender red anus.
"Ah!" Mengchan cried out in pain, her back straightening even more from the pain, her head arching

upwards as she tried to. Luckily, the bedroom door was closed, and the bathroom was inside the bedroom, so there was no fear of the sound getting out.
Her anus was dry and tightly closed, unlubricated. My penis hurt a little when I inserted it.

But I didn't care; I wanted to make her suffer!
I started thrusting, and my wife's body convulsed uncontrollably from the pain. My

mind was a complete blank, filled with only one thought: I must take revenge on this arrogant, shameless

woman!
She couldn't treat my love so carelessly! She couldn't trample on my dignity like this!
This anal sex was painful for me, but even more painful for her! It was a sex devoid of pleasure.
Finally, my pleasure arrived; I thrust and teased her forcefully. The crimson anal flesh was pulled in and out by my thick

penis , and streaks of blood seeped from the point where my penis and anus met,

flowing down her slender, rounded, snow-white thighs into the bathtub. The streaks of red were diluted by the large patches of milky white, eventually disappearing completely.
Mengchan's cries of pain escalated to mournful sobs, her voice never ceasing. She begged me

to stop, but I seemed not to hear her, only wanting to release this pent-up frustration through desire.
Finally, I ejaculated all my semen into Mengchan's rectum and withdrew. My penis was covered in blood,

semen, and a little bit of loose stool. The filthy liquid dripped down my now-soft penis into the milk

pool, staining the once-white milk.
I washed myself with the showerhead and slowly walked towards the Simmons bed in the bedroom. Behind me, Mengchan was still

lying motionless in the bathtub, dazed.
I pulled the red blanket over my face, and tears welled up instantly.
What was wrong with me? Was I possessed? How could I treat my wife like this, on our wedding

night?
I remembered our wedding night back home, how romantic it was, even that annoying wooden bed

seemed .
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I felt a warm mouth envelop my toes,

a small tongue gliding between them.
I threw back the blanket and discovered Mengchan naked, licking my feet!
There had been a heater in the bathroom, so it wasn't cold. But the air conditioner in the room was broken, and it was

very cold now. I saw my wife, her face full of docility, sticking out her tongue reverently as she washed my toes.
I abruptly pulled my foot back; this was not what I wanted to see. My ideal wife would love me as an equal,

not be so subservient. Normally, such kisses and caresses would never be offensive; in fact, I would

enjoy them.
But seeing my wife like this, my heart ached.
"Dad, please forgive your daughter!" Mengchan pleaded, her eyes pleading for my forgiveness.
A pang of pain shot through me, and I quickly lifted her from the floor. I took off her pajamas, held my beloved wife's delicate body in my arms,

warming her cold skin with my own, and trying to soothe her heart that I had

hurt .
"Sweetie, don't be like this. Let's be normal. I was wrong just now. I love you. I

hurt so much, I'm so sorry!" I kissed her face with deep remorse, wiping away her tears.
"Waaah… I thought… I thought you didn't love me anymore, husband, say I love you one more time!" Mengchan

sobbed, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Wife, I love you!" I gently caught her tears with my tongue; they were bitter and astringent

.
"Then you won't go see that Su Xunhao anymore, okay?" Mengchan bargained, pushing her luck.
"She's my friend now, I can't avoid her." I looked up at her again.
"Alright!" Mengchan saw my tone turn cold and, not daring to disobey me, buried her head in my chest.
I gently stroked her smooth, jade-like back; her skin, moistened by milk, was so smooth and soft,

with an excellent feel, very comfortable to touch.
I fell asleep stroking her jade-like back.
The next day, after breakfast, my parents-in-law didn't go to work. Perhaps it was

because of their daughter's wedding yesterday, and they wanted to stay home with their daughter and son-in-law.
My father-in-law called me into his study and gave me a stern lecture

. Looking at his face, which looked like it had eaten a special banana, I couldn't bring myself to respect him. I listened to his words and agreed, but I didn't really care.
I wouldn't betray Mengchan, but I certainly wouldn't ignore Xunmei either. Xunmei had actually coughed up blood for me; it seemed like all the hurt she had done to me

in the past had been washed away by this blood. But I wouldn't have a relationship with her beyond friendship.
After all, I was married, and I had to be true to my wife and our daughter. I touched the

ring on my left ring finger—a symbol of love!
I left home around 9 a.m., hailing a taxi as fast as I could and heading straight to the hospital.
My in-laws have a car, but I wouldn't drive it unless I was with Mengchan. "He who eats another's bread

sings his song." Having eaten so much and taken money from them to pay off debts, I've already been humiliated enough. I

never intended to be a live-in son-in-law, so I try to avoid using their things as much as possible. Once I start working, I'll move out and

rent a place.
This morning, Mengchan was supposed to come to the hospital with me, but her mother stopped her. I told

my in-laws that I was going to see Xunmei as a friend and hoped they would understand. Perhaps seeing

how I slammed the door yesterday, they didn't dare to stop me too much.
As I left the courtyard, I could still feel two pairs of eyes. One pair was filled with burning jealousy, the

other overflowing with tender concern.
The hospital. When I opened the ward door, I saw the surprise in Xunmei's eyes. She was about to stand up when I quickly

ran to her side, gently pressing her sharp shoulders to help her sit on the bed. I grabbed a chair

and sat down in front of her.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like pools of water. Her bright, intelligent eyes gazed at me with deep affection. The woman reached out her soft, boneless

hands and gently stroked my face. Her fingers traced my eyebrows, nose, and lips; her hands were so

gentle, her movements so slow, like a mother's hands, evoking a feeling of tenderness and affection.
The woman cradled my head in her hands, gently pressing it against her full chest, as if I were her

long son. Her hands tightly embraced my waist, like a young woman finally reuniting with her soldier

lover after years of service.
Xunmei seemed to have forgotten that there were two other people in the ward; tears streamed down her face, and she was speechless with emotion.
Zheng Xianyu, Li Suyin, and I all seemed to hold our breath, none of us speaking, afraid to disturb this devoted

couple.
Xunmei, she was like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting, breathtakingly beautiful; she was a goddess in the eyes of ordinary people,

yet she nestled in my arms.
She looked up and actually said to me, "I'm sorry, I love you!"
(To be continued)

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