An Ruoxin thought, going to jail should be An Xin’s only outcome.
However, a few days passed and Tang Yuchen told her that An Xin had gone crazy and was now being treated in a psychiatric hospital.
Would she rather lose her mind than be in prison?
In fact, after a few years, she could have started anew. But An Xin couldn’t see that; her personality was too stubborn and decisive.
It seemed that all the turmoil had passed, and after some time of recuperation, An Ruoxin’s health was getting better and better.
The doctors Tang Yuchen hired for her were the very best, as were the medicines used—everything was the very best, which is why her recovery was so swift.
After more than a month of treatment, An Ruoxin’s injuries were almost healed, just that her legs still showed little recovery.
Not wanting to stay in the hospital, Tang Yuchen arranged for her discharge, so she could recuperate at home.
After getting out of the car, the man picked her up instead of letting her sit in a wheelchair, and carried her into the living room like that.
An Ruoxin had lost a lot of weight; carrying her, he could hardly feel any weight at all.
Tang Yuchen thought to himself that he’d instruct Uncle Tao to have delectable food made for her every day; he was determined to fatten her up a bit.
An Ruoxin had grown accustomed to him holding her, so she didn’t feel uncomfortable.
Entering the living room, he did not take her upstairs but carried her to a bedroom on the first floor.
As the door opened, An Ruoxin was stunned by the decor inside.
The layout here was almost identical to the master bedroom’s upstairs, only smaller, but still very spacious.
Tang Yuchen curved his lips into a smile and said, "From now on, we’ll live downstairs; it will be more convenient for you to move around."
An Ruoxin’s eyes flickered slightly as she murmured, "We?"
"Of course. Who else do you want to share a room with?"
An Ruoxin felt an unreasonable touch of emotion in her heart; he really didn’t have to live with her, he could have let her stay on the first floor by herself.
He didn’t need to put himself out just for her.
Tang Yuchen placed her on the bed, had her lean against the headboard, and conveniently tucked a soft pillow behind her back; he then pulled over a blanket to cover her.
All his actions were natural, without a trace of deliberate affectation.
An Ruowei slightly lowered her eyes, unable to resist asking him, "What I mean is, if I can never stand up again, will you divorce me?"
The man paused in his actions, sat down beside her, and lifted her chin with one finger, An Ruoxin looking into his deep eyes.
"Are you still thinking about divorce?" he asked indifferently.
"Don’t forget what I’ve said—you can only be rid of me if you’re dead."
An Ruoxin averted her gaze and asked flatly, "Do you still intend to be the death of me?"
"If I wanted to be the death of you, I wouldn’t have saved you that day," the man blurted out without thinking; An Ruoxin looked at him questioningly.
"What do you mean? Wasn’t it the residents at the foot of Jianan Mountain who saved me?"
Tang Yuchen wasn’t someone who did good deeds anonymously, nor did he bother making up excuses for his actions.
He nodded and admitted, "That’s right, I saved you. Did you really think you could have survived after a day and a night? I rescued you that very evening."
An Ruoxin’s eyes widened in surprise, "How did you know I was there?"
"Because I’m omnipotent, okay?" the man said, raising his eyebrows slightly.
An Ruoxin stared at him for a few seconds; as her gaze grew colder considering that possibility, her heart suddenly felt a chill.