A Long Way to Marriage: Sweet New Wife Loves Not Enough

Rong Che's hand was still held by Lin Qinghuan, and he refused to let go no matter what.

Shen Fengyan stood beside him, leaning against the window and looking at him, after a while, he sneered: "The past, the past is the past, there is no need to let it continue to be wrong, right?"

Rong Che didn't answer.

Shen Fengyan thought that it was Rong Che who should be panicked now.

But Rong Che's calmness was far beyond his imagination.

Instead it was him.

Because I waited for so long, I suddenly realized that I didn't want to wait any longer.

What he tried hard to be sure of is now close at hand, so why wait.

Lin Qinghuan was lying on the hospital bed, holding Rong Che's hand firmly with her tender white hand, but even though Lin Qinghuan called his name just now, looking at her actions at the moment, Shen Fengyan felt as if she was being pricked by a needle.

"Would you like to go out and chat?" Shen Fengyan restrained the anger in his voice, like a child who was abandoned and pretended not to care.

Rong Che didn't say anything.

Warm palms covered the back of Lin Qinghuan's hands. After she gradually got used to it, she took her hands away and slowly put them under the quilt.

Shen Fengyan noticed Rong Che's actions.

For him, it was all piercing pain.

Shen Fengyan turned and left, Rong Che quickly followed.

When looking at him, Shen Fengyan's eyes were full of hatred, and he went straight to the point and said, "What exactly do you want?"

Rong Che, who had been silent all this time, suddenly chuckled, his brows and eyes twitched slightly, with some doubts: "What do I mean? Isn't this what I should ask you?"

Shen Fengyan was speechless, but when he desperately wanted to say something, Rong Che didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

"You just said that the past is the past, there is no need to let it go wrong again, that's right, I have always thought so." Rong Che's understated voice was somewhat contemptuous, but there was no disdain.

The gentle voice seemed to be telling a very long-ago matter, and it contained his feelings and helplessness.

"You always say that my relationship is not going well. I don't deny it, and I can't deny it. I'm always not enlightened in relationships, I don't know how to maintain a relationship, and I even...can't tell if it's love, so I always make mistakes. .”

"Wrong decision, wrong words, wrong to the point of irreversibility." Rong Che laughed at himself as he spoke, "The most wrong thing is that I always think that if I am wrong, I am wrong, and if I am wrong, I am irreparable."

Shen Fengyan looked at him, listened to his indifferent chuckle and talk, and suddenly found that Rong Che at this moment had a calmness and indifference in his eyes that he had never seen before.

In the imperial capital, Rong Che has always been known for his decisiveness, swiftness and resoluteness. His eyes have always been tenacious and decisive, as well as an irresistible majesty.

But now, there is so much softness and plainness.

I don't know why, looking at that calmness, Shen Fengyan suddenly felt that there was no place for him here for a moment.

He avoided Rong Che's eyes in a panic, and stopped looking at him.

However, his reaction made Rong Che more indifferent, and there was a light smile on the corner of his mouth. After a while, he said with a light smile: "Actually, there are so many irreversible things in the world. If you don't let it go wrong, you can just let it go." It's the first step to recovery, isn't it?"

"Redeem?" Shen Fengyan couldn't even believe what he heard: "To Lin Qinghuan, where do you have the qualifications to say "redeem?"

Five years ago, it was a false start.

"The two of you have nothing to do with each other, if not..." At this point, Shen Fengyan's words came to an abrupt end.

After a while, the hatred in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Not to Rong Che, but to himself.

Seeing his reaction at the moment, Rong Che couldn't help but smiled, and then said casually: "What if it's not? Your mother's cruelty to her? Or Rong Chen's killing me."

Shen Fengyan was speechless.

Rong Che narrowed his eyes slightly, took a breath of relief and said slowly: "Feng Yan, in fact, you have no right to blame anyone."

Shen Fengyan's hands hanging on both sides of his body were suddenly clenched.

Rong Che's understated tone is still casual: "You always think it's unfair, why didn't you get her to wait for your departure, but my intervention by accident, in fact... Maybe it's because you intervened and others also waited for you. uncertain."

"What do you mean?"

Rong Che's so-called others...

Shen Fengyan's brows became tighter and tighter, and finally, it slowly turned into disbelief.

"impossible!"

The corner of Rong Che's mouth raised slightly: "Nothing is impossible."

After he finished speaking, he didn't say anything more, and quickly turned around and left, disappearing from Shen Fengyan's sight.

*
It was early morning when Lin Qinghuan woke up.

After barely opening my eyes, looking at the pure white ceiling and the smell of disinfectant lingering in my nose, I realized that I am now in the hospital.

Turning his head to the other side, Rong Che lazily leaned on the chair, leisurely flipping through the documents in his hand. In the quiet ward, he could even hear the sound of flipping the papers.

However, the last scene before fainting came into mind, which made Lin Qinghuan hurriedly look away.

The eye sockets were sore, and soon, they overflowed with tears.

Lying on the hospital bed, she tried her best to restrain her breathing, and closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to let the tears rage, however, the tears kept flowing out of her eyes like beads with a broken thread.

Along the end of the eyes, rolled down to the cheeks, and finally disappeared like hair.

Her steady breathing gradually changed, but this subtle change was easy to detect for Rong Che, who had extremely powerful insight.

Rong Che frowned, his eyes shifted from the document to Lin Qinghuan's direction, and after a while, he got up and walked over.

Lin Qinghuan opened her eyes when she heard his footsteps, looked at him with tears in her eyes, and wanted to raise her hand to wipe the tears on her face, but was stopped by Rong Che.

With callused fingertips, he carefully wiped away the tears on Lin Qinghuan's face, and asked softly, "Why are you crying?"

I don't know why, Lin Qinghuan's tears seem to never be wiped away.

The overlapping memories in his mind were finally reflected in his eyes that hid the stars and the sea.

He held her cheek in his warm palm, and his eyes, as soft as spring water, locked her firmly.

"At that time, did you really not know it was me?" Rong Che muttered to himself.

It seems to be talking to Lin Qinghuan, but it also seems to be talking to myself.

In the end, the gentle voice was drowned in Lin Qinghuan's sobs.

Rong Che never comforts others, but facing Lin Qinghuan at this moment, whether it is gentle or pampering, everything is natural: "Stop crying, please?"

"Does the wound on your back hurt?"

"I'll ask the doctor to come over and give you a painkiller injection, okay?"

The clear and hoarse voice was hesitant and sweet like broken jade. In the silent night, there was no more beautiful voice than this moment.

However, even so, Lin Qinghuan couldn't be comforted.

Listening to her soft and helpless crying, it was like a blunt knife was cutting his heart.

Rong Che was a little overwhelmed, unable to leave, and didn't know what to do, feeling helpless like never before.

"Don't cry, okay? Don't cry, as long as you don't cry, I can do anything..."

Even if...

Rong Che's hand holding her cheek trembled involuntarily. He lowered his head, not even daring to look at Lin Qinghuan.

Even?
It's just that, even thinking about it, Rong Che felt startled.

After all, he still didn't want to say it.

He always has too many things that cannot be said.

Lin Qinghuan wanted to reach out to hug him, but just moved, her whole back hurt.

In the end, she reached out to wipe away the raging tears on her face, looked at Rong Che with tears in her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry..."

Rong Che held her cheeks, lowered his head, and when he heard her words, he slowly raised his head to look into her teary eyes.

Lin Qinghuan sniffled, suppressed the crying in her voice, and kept repeating: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

After a while, Rong Che asked, "I'm sorry for what?"

What I'm most afraid of is hearing what he doesn't want to hear the most.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't like you.

However, Lin Qinghuan muttered to herself: "Rong Che, I'm sorry..."

It's just that before she finished speaking, Rong Che's lips directly covered hers, tossing and turning kissing, and it took a long time before he reluctantly let go.

"The same thing, do you have to tell me the second time?"

Rong Che's eyes were filled with lust, and the voice he muttered to himself was full of exhaustion.

Lin Qinghuan's mind was in chaos, she didn't even know why Rong Che said that to her, after a while, she belatedly asked him: "You said... what?"

Her clear eyes reflected into his bright starry eyes, and the doubt and sincerity in her eyes made Rong Che heave a sigh of relief.

After taking a breath of relief, he said slowly: "It's nothing." After a moment of silence, he straightened up and let her go.

Lin Qinghuan sat on the bed without moving for several hours, just woke up, Rong Che helped her to sit up, and sent Xiao Su a message to bring him some light and delicious supper.

After calming down, Rong Che still cared about Lin Qinghuan's words followed by sorry.

"Why did you suddenly think of saying I'm sorry?" His tone was flat, as if the person who was worried just now was not him at all.

Lin Qinghuan leaned back against the soft pillow, holding a cup of warm water that Rong Che had just poured for her in her hand, took a sip, and then slowly said: "I..."

She hesitated to speak, hesitated for a while before saying: "Maybe you are right, even though I don't like him anymore, I know that there will be no possibility with him anymore, but I still can't bear to look at him, especially... In front of me."

The corner of Rong Che's mouth was raised, and there was a bit of self-mockery in his smile: "If I said that when you were unconscious, you held my hand tightly and called him by his name, you would still think that you didn't like it. him?"

Lin Qinghuan knew that Rong Che would not joke with her about this, so she kept her mouth shut and just lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" There was a chuckle hidden in the corner of Rong Che's mouth, but his tone became more and more calm.

Lin Qinghuan was silent for a while, and then said solemnly: "No matter what, I am your wife now, and today I... seem to have crossed the line."