After the flash marriage, the abstinent president embraces his wife and pampers her every day

The car stopped on a secluded road, Liu Yufeng turned off the engine and turned to face Zhou Yuwei. He took a deep breath, as if preparing for what he was about to say. Zhou Yuwei waited nervously, the sound of her heartbeat echoing in the car, as if it had become the only rhythm.

"Zhou Yuwei," Liu Yufeng finally spoke, "Did you send someone to cause trouble for Lin Qian?" His voice was firm and powerful.

Zhou Yuwei was stunned. She widened her eyes and answered in surprise: "I... I don't know what you are talking about? How is this possible?" Her voice was full of confusion and uneasiness.

"Liu Yufeng, you must have misunderstood." Zhou Yuwei explained anxiously, twisting her hands unconsciously, trying to calm her inner panic. "Although there were some unpleasant things between Lin Qian and me, I never thought of hurting her, let alone sending people to cause trouble for her."

Liu Yufeng frowned, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, as if he was trying to weigh Zhou Yuwei's words with the information he had. He spoke slowly: "However, a series of events that have happened recently, including the harassment and threats that Lin Qian has encountered, all point to clues related to you. There is no such thing as a third time, so you better take care of yourself."

Zhou Yuwei's eyes instantly turned red, tears welled up in them, she bit her lower lip tightly, trying to hold back the tears that were about to burst out. She felt an unprecedented sense of grievance and anger intertwined in her heart, as if a sharp knife was constantly cutting her heart. She looked up at Liu Yufeng, and the pair of eyes that were once full of tenderness now looked unusually cold.

"Liu Yufeng, are you so anxious to get rid of me?" Zhou Yuwei's voice trembled slightly, with a hint of imperceptible despair.

Liu Yufeng tilted his head slightly, his eyes lingered on Zhou Yuwei's face for a moment, then quickly moved away, his tone calm and firm: "Okay, I've made my words very clear. Get out of the car, I still have things to take care of, so I won't take you back."

Zhou Yuwei's heart suddenly sank, and she felt a chill running from the soles of her feet straight into her heart. She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, then slowly opened the door and stepped out of the car that was once full of laughter and joy. The moment the door closed, she seemed to have also closed all the good memories of the past.

She stood by the road, watching the car going away, tears finally streaming down her face. She stretched out her hand, wanting to grab something, but could only watch everything disappear without a trace. The hustle and bustle around her seemed to have nothing to do with her. She was just immersed in her own world, feeling the deep loneliness and helplessness.

"Why did it turn out like this? Why does everyone like Lin Qian?" Zhou Yuwei murmured to herself, her voice full of confusion and bewilderment. She recalled every little detail between her and Liu Yufeng, and those warm scenes flashed through her mind like a movie. However, reality was so cruel that it pulled her back from her beautiful dream to the cold reality.

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As the end of the semester approaches, Lin Qian, like usual, devotes every minute of her life to the ocean of review. Whenever night falls, she lights the lamp on her desk, and the dim and warm glow becomes her most solid companion. The sunlight is also generous in the early morning, shining through the gaps in the curtains and scattering in the room, adding a touch of vitality to this quiet space. However, today's sunlight seems particularly dazzling, reflecting on Lin Qian's slightly pale face due to a high fever, making her look even more haggard.

"Qianqian, what's wrong with you? You look so bad." Lu Jingshen pushed open the door and spoke with concern. He noticed that Lin Qian was lying on the bed, with unfinished books and densely packed notes scattered around her. The air was filled with a faint scent of ink and a hint of imperceptible worry.

Lin Qian slowly opened her eyes. The eyes that once sparkled with wisdom now looked particularly tired, as if they were carrying too many unspoken burdens. She managed a smile and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "I... I'm really fine. I just feel a little tired because of the academic pressure recently."

Hearing this, Lu Jingshen frowned. He knew Lin Qian's tenacity and that she would never give up easily. But at this moment, seeing her weak appearance, he could no longer remain calm. "Qianqian, don't hold on any longer. Look, your forehead is so hot that you can fry an egg on it." As he spoke, he walked quickly to the bedside and gently stretched out his hand. The moment his fingertips touched Lin Qian's forehead, a burning temperature instantly spread, causing his heart to suddenly tighten.

"You really have a fever. This won't work." Lu Jingshen's voice was filled with worry. He turned around to pour a glass of warm water and carefully handed it to Lin Qian's lips. "Drink some water first to moisten your throat. Then, we have to go see a doctor. We can't delay any longer."

Lin Qian wanted to shake her head to refuse, but her weak body made even this simple action seem extremely difficult. She had no choice but to open her mouth slightly and drink the warm water in small sips, feeling the care and warmth from her good friend. After drinking the water, she nodded gently, agreeing to Lu Jingshen's request.

Seeing this, Lu Jingshen immediately took action. He first carefully helped Lin Qian put on her coat, and then gently lifted her up and leaned her against his broad shoulders. During this process, he always maintained a gentle tone and movements, fearing that he would hurt Lin Qian. "Don't be afraid, Qianqian, I'm here. No matter what happens, I will be with you." He comforted Lin Qian in a soft voice, as if he was speaking to himself firmly.

On the way, the atmosphere in the car seemed a bit dull, but Lu Jingshen used light topics to make Lin Qian happy from time to time, trying to ease her tension. "Qianqian, you know? Sometimes proper rest is more important than studying hard. You work so hard, you will definitely have no problem with the exam." His voice was warm and firm, like a warm current, slowly flowing into Lin Qian's heart.

After arriving at the hospital and undergoing a series of tests, the doctor gave a diagnosis - a cold. Hearing this news, Lin Qian felt mixed emotions. She had wanted to shine in the final exams to prove her ability, but now she was struck down by this sudden illness.

"Qianqian, don't worry. Health is the capital of revolution. Get well first." Lu Jingshen comforted her. His words were like a spring breeze, which gradually dissipated the haze in Lin Qian's heart. She looked at Lu Jingshen's concerned eyes, and a warm current surged in her heart. Yes, with such a good husband by her side, what else is there to worry about?

"Qianqian, how do you feel?" Lu Jingshen asked in a low voice, with endless tenderness in his voice. He sat beside her and gently held her hand in his palm, as if this could convey his love and strength to her.

Lin Qian opened her eyes weakly, and seeing Lu Jingshen's affectionate eyes, a warm current surged in her heart. She forced a smile, "A little better. Thank you, Jingshen."

Lu Jingshen gently cupped her cheek, stroked her cheek with his thumb, and said firmly: "It's okay, Qianqian. You just need to have a good rest, and leave the rest to me."