Chapter 4

Outside the banquet hall, the restroom was dimly lit, filled with a faint, lingering fragrance.

I clung to the toilet, vomiting until the world spun around me.

My stomach and throat hurt so much they were numb. It wasn’t until I saw thin streaks of fresh blood in the alcohol I threw up that I realized-

It seemed I was hurt a bit more seriously than I thought.

Forcing my aching, weak body to move, I dialed 120.

It wasn’t until the IV drip was in my arm that I received a call from Fu Jun.

“Where are you? How did you get lost just going to throw up? Or are you just playing stubborn with me again?”

His tone carried a faint trace of displeasure.

I was silent for a moment. “I’m at the hospital, getting an IV.”

He laughed. “After all these years with me, I’ve spoiled you into being delicate.”

I didn’t reply, just tilted my head back and stared at the swaying incandescent light above.

Maybe the light was too harsh, stinging my eyes until they filled with tears.

“I’ll have the driver pick you up from the hospital later. No one else gets as much attention as you.”

With that, Fu Jun hung up.

Back then, he’d injured his leg and ear to save Xu Wanning.

Xu Wanning left him and went abroad, and I married into the Fu Family in her place.

Because Fu Jun’s legs were disabled, we never even had a married life.

As his so-called wife, I was nothing more than a personal caregiver.

When I got home late at night, Xu Wanning was already asleep.

Fu Jun was waiting for me in the study.

He’d had some wine, and looked at me through a haze. “The money’s already been transferred to your card.”

“Okay.”

“Jingjing, don’t blame me. Ah Ning has never suffered any grievances since she was a child. She’s not like you.”

I sniffed and said softly, “I understand.”

“Mr. Fu, I want to go abroad to see an art exhibition next month. Is that okay?”

Fu Jun smiled. “Of course.”

“Jingjing, you see, your so-called dream is only worth this little bit of money, isn’t it?”

I said yes.

Maybe the alcohol was getting to him. He leaned back in his wheelchair, closing his eyes in exhaustion.

Looking at that face, three parts similar to the one in my memory.

I reached out and took off his hearing aid, my voice hoarse as I spoke.

“He Zhou.”

Just that one call, and the tears I’d been holding back spilled over.

“It’s already the seventh year. Please, let me find you next month, okay?”