She ignored him, lying on the bed with her eyes closed, resting.
Tang Yuchen glanced at her and said, "What kind of wife are you? Your husband met with an accident, and you couldn’t even ask about it."
An Ruo opened her eyes, stared at the ceiling, and said indifferently, "If I asked, would your injury get better?"
What kind of logic was that!
An inquiry was the most basic form of care and courtesy, for goodness’ sake!
If she wasn’t going to ask, then so be it.
Tang Yuchen used the remote control to turn on the television and settled on a news channel to watch.
An Ruo really wanted to sleep, but the noise from the TV kept her awake, so she simply closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander.
"Knock knock..." Someone knocked and entered, and Uncle Tao’s respectful voice arose, "Young Master, Old Master Yun and Madam Yun have come to visit you; do you want to see them?"
"No," Tang Yuchen refused flatly.
Uncle Tao said nothing, quietly withdrew from the room, and closed the door behind him.
An Ruo sighed inwardly. What was Yun Feixue thinking, committing such a mutually destructive act?
Did she really think dying together was that easy?
She didn’t even consider her own family, and besides, was Tang Yuchen someone that could be easily dealt with?
Yun Feixue had wholeheartedly and ruthlessly sought to die with him, but in the end, Tang Yuchen had only sustained minor injuries, while she, Yun Feixue, might be facing a prison sentence.
In conclusion, Yun Feixue’s actions were far too unwise. Of course, Tang Yuchen was also despicable to such an extent that none of these events would have happened if not for him.
An Ruo had no desire to talk to Tang Yuchen and ignored him as if he were air. The man similarly didn’t speak to her, his face perpetually grim throughout the day.
Come evening, An Ruo went to the bathroom to clean up before getting ready for bed. Tang Yuchen turned his head towards her and said, "Go heat some water for me; I want to soak my feet."
Her gaze landed on his cast-covered leg, even his foot encased in plaster. He wanted to soak just one foot?
Reading her thoughts, Tang Yuchen smiled and said, "Does having only one foot mean I don’t need to wash it?"
"Ask the caretaker to help you; I’m going to sleep," she said. The idea of her heating water for his foot bath was quite delusional.
"Is a caretaker more attentive than a wife? An Ruo, don’t forget that you are my wife."
An Ruo really wanted to say, is our relationship truly like that of a husband and wife? Not wishing to argue with him, she simply turned over and lay with her back to him in silence.
Suddenly, the sound of Tang Yuchen getting out of bed came from behind her. She thought he was going to wash by himself, but then she heard him hopping on one leg towards her direction.
The man settled heavily on the bed, making An Ruo feel the bed sink slightly. She turned to look at him, "What are you doing here?"
Tang Yuchen flipped the blanket aside and lay down beside her, saying righteously, "Of course, to sleep with you. We are husband and wife, and a husband and wife should share a bed."
An Ruo frowned, "This bed is too small, it’s impossible for two people to sleep on it!"
The man reached out to pull her into his embrace, their bodies closely pressed together, "Get a bit closer, and it’ll be enough space for sleeping."
"Tang Yuchen, this is a hospital, and we are both patients!"
An Ruo struggled quietly, but he tightened his arm around her, holding her even closer, and he lifted his plastered leg over hers heavily.
"What do you think I’m going to do to you? If you want it, even with just one leg I can move, I can still satisfy you." The man’s laugh was full of ill intent. An Ruowei’s face turned slightly red, thinking this man was truly shameless.
"There are two beds available; can’t you just not squeeze with me? I can’t sleep at all ."