For this reason, Asan looked at him with a somewhat surprised gaze, then turned the same curious reaction towards Zhan Dapeng.
Zhan Dapeng would bolt as far away as possible.
People who had never experienced Xiao Yebai’s ability to prioritize his wife over his friends could never understand it.
Gu Nuan held his hand, clearly more worried about him having an accident, supporting him as she walked by his side.
The two of them, like a couple bonded through adversity, walked together to the golden-hued reception room.
When Gu Nuan saw the person sitting in the wheelchair, she blinked.
"He’s Asan," Xiao Yebai introduced her, "You can call him Asan or Zhang Sanfeng."
It seemed like Yebai liked to give people nicknames, but wasn’t this nickname "Zhang San" a bit too casual, like "Tom, Dick, or Harry"?
As Gu Nuan turned to question her husband’s words, the man opposite laughed and said, "Zhang, as in engraving, my last name is Zhang, and it’s a pleasure to meet you for the first time, sister-in-law."
His speech was very refined, with a hint of an ancient flair. Looking at him again, he wore a white robe reminiscent of a cheongsam, exuding a leisurely, ethereal charm that oddly matched the surrounding luxury.
"Zhang Sanfeng?" Gu Nuan murmured, as if casually contemplating, "It couldn’t be Zhang Sanfeng, could it?"
Perhaps she had meant it as a joke. However, she had inadvertently guessed the man’s real name.
The people present looked at each other.
"Sister-in-law is truly an extraordinary and rare individual," Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed, almost squeezing the white chess piece he was holding into a perfect sphere.
Xiao Yebai felt a hint of pride, his uninjured left hand embracing his wife, chin tilted up: did he even need to say it? His wife was the best.
Gu Nuan sat down and noticed a chess board between them; clearly, a game was still mid-session. Looking at the situation on the board, it appeared that black had the upper hand.
The black pieces were played by the man opposite her.
The white pieces were on her husband’s side.
Seeing her come downstairs, they obviously wouldn’t continue playing. They packed up the board, and Zhang Sanfeng instructed someone from his household to serve dinner since everyone had yet to eat.
The dishes brought out were Chinese, much to Gu Nuan’s relief. Considering her recent injury and her slight inner heat, if she were forced to eat Western food, it might make her condition worse.
The host family considerately prepared light dishes for the two convalescents, such as lily stir-fried eggs and bitter melon and rib soup, all suitable for patients in the early stages of recovery.
Yebai found it inconvenient to eat with his left hand, as it was not his dominant hand. Therefore, Gu Nuan helped him by picking up food and ladling soup for him.
The others at the table knew that Gu Nuan was also injured.
Yebai, filled with a sense of bliss, rubbed his cheek against hers while eating, saying, "Why don’t you just feed me?"
Alright, give a little kid a lollipop, and he’s over the moon.
"Eat on your own," Gu Nuan said firmly, setting down the chopsticks she used to serve him.
Yebai immediately regretted his overstep, pouting at her.
Gu Nuan casually mentioned his idle nature, "So you went looking for a place to scrounge a meal and ended up at your brother’s place." For more chapters visıt 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥
Xiao Jianming had stopped his credit card, and for the past few days, they could only survive on a bit of cash in the village. Now, after being driven out by Grandma Xiao, they had to turn to his group of brothers for meals. Indeed, his wife was injured, and he couldn’t keep relying on her for food. Yebai nodded: that was exactly it.