Zhan Qingyue’s words were like a bolt from the blue.

Ning Qiuxiu felt that if their scene were a movie, she would definitely be accompanied by special effects of being struck by lightning and background music, adding a slow-motion shot to express her “Oh my God” mood at that moment.

“You… know everything?” Ning Qiuxiu began to frantically recall what she did when Zhan Qingyue was in a coma.

Wiping his body, feeding him water mixed with her own saliva through a straw, taking photos from various angles while lying beside him and posting them on social media, waking up in his arms, stuffing his bed with talismans…

And her mother told her to get on top of him, and if that didn’t work, to use drugs.

She felt that trying to argue her way out of this might not work.

Could she apply to make a will first?

Right, her epitaph should read: “The Supporting Character Died of Ignorance.”

…

Zhan Qingyue said, “I don’t know much.”

He indeed didn’t know much.

His consciousness was very fuzzy, his senses dull, and his eyes couldn’t see.

He could only rely on his ears to hear, and he was conscious only once every two or three days.

For example, he didn’t know about his marriage to Ning Qiuxiu.

When he became conscious, this woman was already by his side.

She left a poor impression, appearing affectionate in front of him but “abusing” him behind his back, often talking to herself about wanting to “harm” him, being somewhat noisy and annoying.

However, this woman appeared so frequently that he gradually got used to being “abused.”

Instead, there was a period when he woke up without her presence and felt a bit unaccustomed.

But he did know about Ning Qiuxiu feeding him water.

Although he couldn’t see, he could smell the scent of burnt paper. Every time she fed him water, he could smell that scent.

He didn’t know what kind of water she was feeding him, but he was sure that every time she fed him, his consciousness became clearer, and he remained conscious for longer periods.

The reason he could wake up from a vegetative state was likely thanks to this.

However, with his eyes unable to see, his other senses became more pronounced.

Whenever the strong smell of burnt paper came, he knew Ning Qiuxiu was about to feed him water again.

Although the water was colorless and tasteless like plain boiled water, his imagination would run wild, wondering what she had burnt and dissolved in the water for him to drink.

Therefore, even if it was divine water, his overly vivid imagination caused a huge sense of repulsion, even making his skin crawl.

As a result, whenever this woman tried to feed him water, he reflexively wanted to refuse.

“Not much… how much is ‘not much’?” Facing Zhan Qingyue’s ambiguous answer, Ning Qiuxiu asked, as this question was very important!

“This…” Zhan Qingyue deliberately paused, making Ning Qiuxui’s fists clench in anticipation.

He slowly said, “Depending on the situation, I might remember a bit.”

Ning Qiuxui: “???”

This answer was too vague.

Zhan Qingyue seemed to imply that if she was “considerate,” he would remember and hold a grudge less.

If she was “inconsiderate,” then his little notebook would be filled with records of her “misdeeds” while he was in a coma.

Seriously, could he have a little self-respect?

Ning Qiuxui thought her epitaph should add one more line: Do not marry a scheming man.

Oh, and add a QR code on the tombstone that links to an H5 page: A lifetime of being deceived by a scheming man, leaving those who hear the story in tears.

…

“Alright,” Ning Qiuxui closed her eyes and resigned herself to it. “Just ask what you want to know.”

Zhan Qingyue glanced at the nearby chair and said, “Sit.”

Hearing this, Ning Qiuzhi realized she was exhausted from a few days of non-stop work.

Her back ached, and her feet felt like they were filled with lead, so she sat down without further ado.

“What was in the water you gave me?” Zhan Qingyue asked his most pressing question.

Huh?!

Ning Qiuxui perked up.

He didn’t know what she had given him? She thought he was aware.

Should she confess honestly or continue to hide it?

This was a serious issue.

Modern people, especially those with higher education, would likely view such practices as superstitious and might think she was trying to harm him.

But if she didn’t say, how could she explain it? He seemed to know it was burned, but not what was burned.

In other words, he could hear and smell, but not see.

Ning Qiuxui quickly assessed the situation and decided to confess—after all, she needed to use his body and the charm she had.

If she continued to hide it, her one and only ace in the hole would be useless.

“It’s a charm,” Ning Qiuxui said.

Seeing that Zhan Qingyue looked confused, she added, “It’s the ‘fu’ character with a bamboo radical.”

Zhan Qingyue: “……”

He thought of many things, but never guessed that the thing was… talismans.

Because of the significant effects, Zhan Qingyue most often guessed it was some kind of herb that smelled like burnt paper when burned, or even some chemical substance that had a burnt paper smell.

But he never thought that Ning Qiuxiu was actually feeding him talisman water!

His mood instantly became indescribable.

She was quite adept at practicing feudal superstitions.

Zhan Qingyue looked up at her.

Such a young and pretty girl, seemingly in her early twenties, didn’t look like someone who would dabble in superstitions: “Reason.”

In just a short moment, Ning Qiuxiu had quickly organized a set of words and said, “When I was young, I was fortunate enough to meet a master from the outside world. He taught me the art of drawing talismans. The talismans I draw, as long as they are placed near you for a few days, can absorb your aura. After that, if they are burned and the water is given to you to drink, your body can recover quickly. If you don’t believe me, we can try?”

Zhan Qingyue naturally believed in the effects, but about this… Zhan Qingyue said, “Who is your master? I’d like to visit this senior expert someday.”

Ning Qiuxiu: “…”

No way!

Zhan Qingyue’s thinking was too meticulous.

Ning Qiuqiu had to throw this non-existent master far away to avoid revealing any flaws.

She said, “After teaching me, he continued his travels. I don’t know his name or where he taught. He only let me call him Master. Now… I have no contact with him and don’t know where he is or how he is doing. Alas, a teacher for a day is a father for life, I am too unfilial.”

Ning Qiuxiu was an actress, adept at crying scenes and tragic scenes.

She was suddenly overcome with sorrow, and the atmosphere in the ward was instantly filled with sadness, even shedding two crocodile tears.

“…” Not bad, quite smart, even knew how to use crying to muddle through.

Seeing a girl cry, Zhan Qingyue wasn’t heartless.

He even reached out, slowly pulled a tissue from the bedside, and handed it over: “Don’t cry.”

To prevent him from asking again in the future, Ning Qiuxiu cried even harder.

Zhan Qingyue: “…”

However, Zhan Qingyue realized he had underestimated a woman’s ability to seize an opportunity.

The next day.

As soon as Zhan Qingyue woke up, he saw Ning Qiuxiu carrying a bag of items, placing them on the bedside table, and pulling out… a bunch of yellow talisman papers.

“…” Was she planning to practice her superstitions right in front of him?

Seeing Zhan Qingyue frown slightly, obviously disapproving of her actions, Ning Qiuxiu’s face immediately fell, looking tearful, and she said, “Do you have a grudge against the skills my master taught me?”

“No,” Zhan Qingyue’s eyes twitched as he sighed silently and finally conceded, “Just do it.”

Even schemers can have their plans go awry.

Ning Qiuxui cheerfully filled the bed with charms, working with impressive skill.

She also made sure to instruct him to keep an eye on them and not let anyone discover their presence.

How rude of you!

Just as Ning Qiuxui finished arranging the charms, Zhan Qingyuan and Ji Weiliang arrived to visit Zhan Qingyue.

Ning Qiuxui suspected that the two had a falling out during the time Zhan Qingyuan was visiting the set.

Given that Zhan Qingyue had been awake for a while and Ji Weiliang hadn’t appeared, it seemed likely they had a split.

Even though they were in the same production, Ji Weiliang’s efforts to hide it were not foolproof.

However, she had been focused on Zhan Qingyue and didn’t pay much attention to their personal issues.

It was expected that they would reconcile; if their love could withstand her meddling as a vicious supporting character, they would surely be fine without it.

“Brother, this is my girlfriend, Ji Weiliang,” Zhan Qingyuan introduced.

Ji Weiliang politely greeted, “Hello, Brother Zhan.”

Zhan Qingyue maintained a serious demeanor in front of others, nodding slightly to Ji Weiliang, “Hello.”

“I heard early on that Brother Zhan had woken up, but I’ve been busy with filming and schedules. I didn’t get a chance to visit until now. I apologize for the delay,” Ji Weiliang said with an apologetic tone, trying to smooth over her absence.

Zhan Qingyue replied, “It’s fine. Please, sit.”

Since Zhan Qingyue’s attitude wasn’t particularly warm, Ji Weiliang felt a bit awkward.

She glanced at Zhan Qingyuan, who was unafraid of Zhan Qingyue.

He sat by the bed and said, “Brother, don’t you have a red envelope for your future sister-in-law?”

“There is,” Zhan Qingyue glanced at Ning Qiuxui, who was playing with her phone. “Qiuzhi, give the red envelope.”

Ning Qiuxui: “……”

Could you be any more shameless?!

Besides, she had already given a red envelope before!

Ning Qiuxui grumbled but went to prepare a new red envelope.

She handed it to Ji Weiliang with a smile, saying, “I’ve already given my red envelope, so this one is from Brother Qingyue.”

Ji Weiliang: “……”

On the way here, Zhan Qingyuan had told her about the “marriage” between Zhan Qingyue and Ning Qiuxui.

Zhan Qingyue still didn’t know, and to avoid upsetting him, she had to be careful not to mention it.

But from the way they interacted and Ning Qiuxiu’s words, it seemed like they had already come to an understanding.

However, Ji Weiliang wasn’t going to deliberately cause trouble or damage her own image.

She reached out to take the tissue and said, “Thank you, Brother Zhan. Thank you… Qiuxiu.”

“No need to thank me,” Ning Qiuxiu was quite pleased with her little sister-in-law’s demeanor. “And you should call me ‘Sister-in-law.'”

Ji Weiliang and Zhan Qingyuan: “……”

“You two…” Zhan Qingyuan couldn’t believe it. “Have you come to an understanding?”

He still thought his brother wouldn’t accept Ning Qiuxiu.

After all, Ning Qiuxiu might be a troublemaker, but his brother was a rational and calm person who would never believe in some absurd “joyful boost” and even pair up with a woman he barely knew. It was simply impossible.

Even though his brother seemed easygoing and serious, he was actually harder to get along with than anyone else.

His thoughts ran deeper than anyone else’s.

For a woman to catch his brother’s eye, she needed to be at least wise and insightful, not someone like Ning Qiuxiu.

In front of Zhan Qingyue, Ning Qiuxiu held back her instinct to argue with Zhan Qingyuan and said in a gentle tone, “Yes, younger brother.”

Zhan Qingyuan: “……”

Used to being rebuked, he felt a chill run down his spine.

“Brother, do you… have any objections?”

Zhan Qingyue: “Yes, I’m afraid of my wife.”

Zhan Qingyuan again: “……”

His worldview shattered once more.

He suddenly remembered how Ning Qiuxiu had subdued a paparazzi with her bare hands in the hallway, which did have a heroic air about it.

But would she use such violent methods on his brother?

His brother wasn’t the type to passively accept things. If he didn’t want something, no one could force him.

He looked at Ning Qiuxiu with a complex expression and saw his brother actually seemed to enjoy this “fear of his wife” dynamic.

It suddenly made sense; perhaps this was actually part of their couple’s playful dynamic.

But what exactly was it about Ning Qiuxiu that made his brother accept her in such a short time?

Although his impression of her had indeed improved over the past period—he had been prejudiced before, and Ning Qiuxiu, when she wasn’t being unreasonable or capricious, was actually quite interesting.

Ning Qiuxiu, feeling the intensity of Zhan Qingyuan’s gaze, could even guess his inner thoughts.

Silently shedding tears, she wondered who was really afraid of whom!