After cheating into marriage, the perverse and evil young man turns into a wife slave in seconds

Zhang Boxuan didn’t know what their relationship would be like after Zheng Zhihui recovered her memory.

He only knew that if that was what she wanted, then he... could only fulfill her wish.

In the next few days, Zheng Zhihui actively took care of her body. Until one day, Dr. Zhou came back to see her and said that she had recovered well and no longer needed to take medicine. She immediately asked, "Then when can I receive hypnosis?"

"This..." Doctor Zhou smiled at her awkwardly, "This still needs to wait for Mr. Zhang to arrange it. Otherwise, why don't you ask Mr. Zhang?"

Although Zhang Boxuan goes to the company every day recently, he goes home to have lunch and dinner with Zheng Zhihui.

An hour later, Zhang Boxuan went home for lunch.

At the dining table, Zheng Zhihui glanced at the man who was quieter than usual. Although she knew that Dr. Zhou would definitely tell him about her follow-up visit, Zheng Zhihui still took the initiative to speak, "Dr. Zhou gave me a follow-up visit this morning and said that I'm fine now."

The man's hand holding the chopsticks paused for an imperceptible moment, "Yeah, very good."

"So when can I get hypnosis?"

Zhang Boxuan raised his eyes to meet her expectant gaze, "Your body has just recovered, I think it would be safer for you to rest for two more days before accepting hypnosis."

Zheng Zhihui moved her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything and nodded obediently, "Okay."

Two days later, at dinner time, at the same table, Zheng Zhihui brought up the same question again.

"I feel my body is in a stable state now, so I have no problem accepting hypnosis."

The man opposite her didn't show any emotion on his face. He just said "hmm" and picked up some food for her while saying, "I have some important work to deal with these few days. Can I arrange it for you after I'm done with these few days?"

"It's okay, just do your thing, I'll find a hypnotist myself."

Zheng Zhihui didn't want to affect his work, but the man opposite heard this and his eyes darkened a little, "You go by yourself, I'm worried."

Zheng Zhihui thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll let Aunt Liu go with me."

"Then I'm not worried either."

Faced with such a reply, the light of expectation in Zheng Zhihui's eyes gradually dimmed.

Seeing the person opposite him suddenly put down his chopsticks, Zhang Boxuan raised his eyes and looked over.

"You're just trying to fool me." Zheng Zhihui looked at him disappointedly, "You actually didn't intend to help me at all, did you?"

Zhang Boxuan's pupils trembled, and before he could say anything, the person in front of him stood up suddenly, and said in a choked voice, "If you don't want to help, just say it directly. Why are you perfunctory to me like this?"

As she spoke, her eyes reddened. Feeling a little rude and embarrassed, she simply turned around and ran upstairs.

When Zhang Boxuan saw her like this, he panicked and subconsciously stood up and chased her for two steps, but after all he was in the wrong, he finally stopped with a guilty conscience.

I could only watch the figure disappear before my eyes with loss and bitterness.

There was silence in the huge house.

When Aunt Wu and Aunt Liu in the kitchen saw what was happening outside, they just stared at each other and neither dared to speak.

Although the atmosphere between Zhang Boxuan and Zheng Zhihui has been a little subtle recently, this is the first time they have had a direct argument like what just happened.

What’s the difference between the current state of these two people and a “young couple quarreling”?

Half an hour later, Zhang Boxuan went upstairs and knocked on Zheng Zhihui's door.

"Xiao Hui, can you open the door?"

There was no response from inside.

"I'm sorry. I apologize to you." Zhang Boxuan's voice was full of apology and pleading. "Can you open the door first and give me a chance to apologize?"

He admitted that he was deliberately delaying time.

But he wasn't just being perfunctory with her, he was just -

I just want to spend a few more days with her before her memory recovers.

"No need." A woman's voice came from inside, "I want to sleep."

It was still early, how could she sleep? It was obvious that she didn't want to open the door for him.

Zhang Boxuan stood outside the door, his tall figure looking somewhat lonely and desolate under the bright light.

After a long silence, he finally did not force her to open the door. "Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow morning. You should have a good rest."

In the room, Zheng Zhihui, who was leaning against the door, did not respond. After listening to the footsteps outside fading away, she gently leaned her head against the door and closed her eyes heavily.

In fact, she didn't want to have any quarrel with Zhang Boxuan at all.

Although the fragments of memory that appeared in her mind told her that her previous relationship with Zhang Boxuan was very complicated, after spending some time together, she knew that he was truly kind to her and had no ill will towards her.

Even if he really didn't help her find a hypnotist, she didn't blame him. She just hoped that he wouldn't hinder her.

now--

It seems that I have to rely on myself to recover my memory.

Zheng Zhihui entered the bathroom and filled the bathtub with water. This time she learned her lesson and did not soak her whole body in the water. Instead, she only put her head in the water...

After struggling in the bathroom for more than two hours, nothing happened except choking on water a few times. Finally, Zheng Zhihui gave up and slumped down on the edge of the bathtub, gasping for breath.

Large drops of water dripped from her hair and fair cheeks.

Could it be that the key to awakening her memory is not related to water?

What could that be related to?

Zheng Zhihui thought carefully about what happened before and after each memory fragment appeared, but still couldn't find the answer.

Finally, fearing that she would catch a cold and hurt herself again, she got up without giving it any more thought, walked to the shower room and took a hot bath.

As soon as I came out of the bathroom, there was another knock on the door.

This time it was Liu Ma who knocked on the door. Zheng Zhihui opened the door and saw Liu Ma standing outside holding a covered bowl of soup.

"Ma Liu? What is this?"

Aunt Liu smiled and lifted the tray in her hand up, "I made some rice wine balls for you, young lady."

"Aunt Liu, I'm not hungry. You don't have to work so hard to make these meals for me."

As Zheng Zhihui said this, she had already moved aside to let Liu Ma in.

"You didn't eat much for dinner. You have to eat something even if you are not hungry." Aunt Liu came in, put the tray on the table, and called Zheng Zhihui over.

"Then why are we making... fermented rice balls tonight?" Zheng Zhihui walked over and asked in confusion.

She had been awake for so long, but it seemed that she had never seen Aunt Liu do this to her.

"You used to say that when you're unhappy, just eat a bowl of rice wine balls, and your heart will feel warm and sweet, and all your worries will disappear."

Aunt Liu saw that Zheng Zhihui was unhappy tonight, so she specially cooked this for her.

As she spoke, she lifted the lid of the bowl. A wisp of hot air spread through the air, and Zheng Zhihui smelled a familiar sweet and sticky scent.

She stared blankly at the bowl of beautifully fermented glutinous rice decorated with red dates and wolfberries, a little dazed, and at the same time... she actually felt a little hungry.

"Miss, don't just stand there, come and try it."

"Thank you, Aunt Liu."

Zheng Zhihui walked over and suddenly thought that Zhang Boxuan probably didn't have a good dinner if he left the table like this. "Auntie Liu, do you have any more to cook?"

Thinking that she was craving for it, Aunt Liu said happily, "Yes, we have as much as you want, Miss."

"Then, can you help me send a bowl to Brother Xuan as well?"

Aunt Liu was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily and said, "Yes, yes, I'll go right away."

She said that the young lady and Master Zhang have a good relationship, so how could they have a quarrel?

When they reached the door, Aunt Liu had an idea and turned around to look at Zheng Zhihui with a smile, "Miss, Master Zhang has been locking himself in the study tonight. Do you want to... send it to him in person?"

If the young lady delivered it personally, Master Zhang would probably be even happier.