Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Coincidentally, Han Linlin was her table mate.
Zhuang Nainai had snickered on the inside. Si Zhengting suffered from prosopagnosia, how would he know who Han Linlin was?
Just when she’d thought Si Zhengting would definitely ask the other party with a puzzled expression, “Who is Han Linlin?” she saw Si Zhengting walk into the classroom. He went up to Han Linlin, knocked on her desk, and pointed at the door.
Zhuang Nainai: …
Feeling extremely alarmed and apprehensive, Zhuang Nainai had approached Si Zhengting and swallowed a mouthful of saliva before asking, “Si Zhengting, don’t-don’t-don’t you have prosopagnosia?”
Si Zhengting had glanced at her indifferently. “No.”
Zhuang Nainai’s eyes had widened. “But! Why can’t you remember my name?”
Si Zhengting had walked toward his seat. “Why do I need to remember people who are insignificant?”
Zhuang Nainai: …!!
At that time, Si Zhengting’s words had been so savage that it would invite punches.
However, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. She actually thought that he was still very charismatic when he said mean things. She was letting herself fall deeper for him without much thought, like a moth to a flame.
After wooing him for an entire two and a half years, he’d finally reciprocated her feelings.
She had believed that there would be light at the end of the tunnel, but in the end, she suddenly realized that she was a huge joke.
Yeah.
Why would a person of high caliber like him like her?
No matter if it was five years ago or five years later, how could he possibly like her?
Upon thinking about this, Zhuang Nainai’s passionate gaze suddenly dimmed.
So, the reason he punished Zhang Chaowen like that and stood up for her was just because she was his wife?
Zhuang Nainai lamented on the inside. What could she do? She was just so useless.
His occasional kindness toward her would always be magnified by her unknowingly. Then, it would become… the reason to forgive his wrongs.
See, he still cared about her.
Hence, let’s just forgive him for that bank card.
While she was caught up in her thoughts, he brought a bowl of warm black soup to her. Next, a bitter smell attacked her nostrils instantly.
Zhuang Nainai frowned subconsciously. Leaning back, she was put on guard. “What are you doing?”
Once she started talking, she realized that her voice was slightly hoarse. After coughing twice, she backed off two steps and looked at him pitifully.
Si Zhengting: …
He was just making her drink medicine. However, at this moment, why did it seem like he was bullying a young girl?
Si Zhengting had known that Zhuang Nainai hated drinking medicine. When they were still schooling, she would secretly spit out the medicine she took whenever she had fallen sick. Hence, he placed the bowl in front of her with a stern expression and ordered in a deep voice, “Drink it.”
Zhuang Nainai bit her lips. Why was this person so fierce?!
Moreover, she was not even THAT sick. Could he be letting her drink Chinese medicine on purpose?
Although she was complaining in her heart, she did not dare to say it out loud. Zhuang Nainai raised her head and peered at the bowl of medicine. “What medicine is this? What does it treat? I’m not even sick, I can’t possibly… drink any medicine recklessly.”
Not sick?
Si Zhengting raised his brows. He recalled the doctor saying that she’d fallen ill from constant overwork, but he just could not explain it to her. After pausing for a moment, he said, “It’s tonic.”
Immediately, Zhuang Nainai asked woefully, “Can I not drink it?”
Pity flashed across Si Zhengting’s eyes. If he could, he really would not want her to suffer at all.
Looking at her pale face, he felt a surge of bitterness in his heart. He really wanted to ask her: Between the medicine and the tough life she had led for the past five years, which exactly was worse?