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

Zheng Zhihui felt that if Zhang Boxuan was not possessed by a demon, then she must be possessed by a demon.

He said he loved her?

And you've always loved her?

This is really... ridiculous.

Thinking back to the cold rejections she had received time and again, Zheng Zhihui felt that she must be mentally ill at the moment.

Otherwise, how could there be such outrageous fantasies?

She couldn't help but raise her hand to hit her head again, trying to wake herself up.

When Zhang Boxuan saw her actions, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

How deeply had he hurt her that she was unwilling to believe his confession even after hearing it with her own ears?

When she was about to hit him on the head for the second time, he quickly raised his hand to hold her wrist to stop her, and gently pulled her closer to him. He lowered his head and looked deeply at her, and said seriously, word by word,

"Xiao Hui, this is not your illusion. When I say I love you, it is the truth from the bottom of my heart."

Zheng Zhihui's beautiful long eyelashes fluttered twice. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Zhang Boxuan's eyes were firm and clear, "I am not someone who can't tell the difference between gratitude and love. If I just want to repay you for saving my life, then I will only give you money and material rewards, and will never sacrifice my feelings."

"I want to be with you and take care of you for only one reason—"

Zhang Boxuan stared at the woman's eyes that were gradually turning red, and his usually cold voice was tinged with tenderness, "Because I really like you and want to marry you."

Zheng Zhihui's head seemed to have been bombarded by something. It was so confused and disorganized that she couldn't think. Her heart seemed not to be her own and its beats got faster and faster.

"Five years ago, when I attacked the Zheng family, I thought I could live in peace with you. I was even... ready to live my whole life alone. But then, you collapsed in front of me..."

When Zhang Boxuan recalled the scene where she risked her life to block the bullet for him and then bled profusely, his heart ached. When he looked at Zheng Zhihui, his eyes were filled with deep heartache and guilt.

"I almost... lost you..."

His voice was a little choked, and he calmed down a little before continuing, "In the past five years, I have regretted every day when I saw you lying in bed sleeping. I hate myself for making you become like that, and I regret even more that I did not respond to you so many times. I foolishly thought that my rejection was protecting you, but I didn't expect that I not only broke your heart, but also failed to protect you..."

Zhang Boxuan's throat was choked, and his voice was full of self-blame and shame.

"Five years of repentance finally made me realize that life is unpredictable and fragile. So what barriers, grudges and concerns are worth giving up on someone we love deeply?"

What reason does he have... to disappoint a girl who is willing to give her life for him?

"The pain of these five years has taught me one thing: cherish the people around you."

He didn't cherish it in the past, but now, he doesn't want to miss it again.

Zhang Boxuan took a step towards Zheng Zhihui and looked at her earnestly and sincerely, "Xiaohui, I have let you down in many things in the past. Can you... forgive me once and give me a chance to make amends?"

Seeing the person standing in front of him motionless, just looking up at him with her tearful eyes, Zhang Boxuan couldn't help but tentatively want to hold her hand, "Can I?"

But as soon as his hand touched the back of her hand, she dodged it.

Zhang Boxuan's hands froze, and he looked at her with some sadness and disappointment, "Really... can't you give me another chance?"

Zheng Zhihui turned sideways to avoid his gaze, "I don't know, I... I'm so confused, I want to be alone and calm down."

He suddenly appeared and confessed his love to her. Everything he said was so beyond her comprehension that her mind was in a mess and she couldn't digest it at all, let alone give him any response.

"Okay, I won't force you to give me an answer right away."

Zhang Boxuan looked at her, pleading in his tone, "But can you promise me that you won't go abroad before you make a choice?"

Zhang Boxuan understood that even if she still liked him in her heart, it was a fact that he had sent her father to the guillotine with his own hands. It was understandable that she could no longer accept him as she did before.

No one understands this better than him: the pain and torment of being separated from the one you love by the hatred of your father and family.

Zheng Zhihui was very surprised when she heard his words.

How did he know that she was going to travel abroad?

But now Zheng Zhihui didn’t have the mood to think about this further and just nodded silently.

After he suddenly confessed his love to her, she no longer had any intention of traveling abroad.

Seeing that she agreed, Zhang Boxuan's brows relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she did not accept his courtship, but... at least she kept him.

"Ah."

Hearing her sneeze suddenly, Zhang Boxuan's concerned eyes immediately fell on her.

Her skirt was not soaked by the rain, but since she had been lying down for five years, her body was much weaker than before and her resistance was not as good as before.

"I'll take you home first," he said.

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The rain stopped when the car stopped at the gate of City Garden.

Zhang Boxuan wanted to take her upstairs but was rejected. Zheng Zhihui glanced at his clothes which were even wetter than hers and whispered, "You should go home as well."

Although her voice was light, Zhang Boxuan could hear her concern for him. His eyes suddenly brightened up a bit, "Okay, remember to take a hot bath when you get home."

Zheng Zhihui nodded silently, then quickly walked into the community.

-

After returning home, Zheng Zhihui soaked herself in the bathtub, lost in thought for a long time.

Thinking of Zhang Boxuan's heartfelt confession, and the sadness and pain she had felt when he had cruelly rejected her many times, Zheng Zhihui felt a turmoil of emotions in her heart.

Suddenly.

She thought of what Yu Zhiyi said to her in the coffee shop -

"If Xuan really hated you, do you think you could have stayed by his side every day for all those years?"

"Do you think that there has been no woman around him in these years? Is it really because those women are afraid of you, Miss Zheng, and dare not have any thoughts about him? I dare say that there are many women who secretly use various means to sleep with him and take the opportunity to get promoted."

Yu Zhiyi said, "I heard from Ah Shi that all the women who pestered him would have a bad ending. You are the only one who can hang around him every day without any problem."

Zheng Zhihui slowly closed her eyes, and frames of her past with Zhang Boxuan flashed through her mind.

When they were young, he was considerate and caring towards her like an older brother.

After the Zhang family went bankrupt, he became cold and distant towards her.

And later, her various bold confessions...

When Zheng Zhihui was rejected by Zhang Boxuan before, she was only sad and upset, and didn't notice anything unusual. Now that she thinks back carefully, she suddenly realizes that in fact, many times, Zhang Boxuan only seems cold and cruel, but in fact...

Apart from his various refusals and warnings in a harsh voice, he never really did anything to her.

……

More than an hour later, Zheng Zhihui, wearing a home dress, came out of the bathroom.

Feeling a little thirsty after taking a shower, she walked to the living room and got a glass of warm water. Just as she took a sip, the doorbell rang.

Zheng Zhihui suddenly looked towards the direction of the door, vaguely guessing who was outside the door, and her hand holding the cup curled up slightly.

I went over and opened the door, and sure enough, there was a familiar man standing outside.

Zhang Boxuan raised his eyes and saw a woman wearing a light apricot long dress. Her pretty face was not made up, and her complexion was clean and fair. She exuded a gentle and charming beauty.

Zhang Boxuan's heartstrings moved, and then he looked away calmly, coughed lightly, and then spoke, "Um... I asked Aunt Wu to make ginger soup to drive away the cold, would you like to... drink some?"

He said, handing her the thermos cup in his hand.

Zheng Zhihui's eyes fell on the thermos cup, and she suddenly remembered that five years ago, she came to visit him on a rainy night and got drenched outside the house. At that time, he also asked Wu Ma to make ginger soup for her to drive away the cold.

"Thank you."

Zheng Zhihui took the thermos cup and saw that he was still standing outside the door in a proper manner. She pursed her lips and whispered, "Do you want to... come in?"