Chapter 4: The Little Drama Queen

He Yunshen froze for a moment, his movements pausing mid-action.

His dim, unreadable gaze soon landed on Ning Wanwan’s fair little face.

His voice was tight with restrained anger. “Ning Wanwan, what are you acting out this time?”

Although the relationship between him and Ning Wanwan had always been strained, divorce had never crossed his mind.

It wasn’t just because of the longstanding ties between the He and Fang families—it was also out of a man’s sense of responsibility.

After all, Ning Wanwan had become permanently disabled because she was injured on his behalf.

So, in the more than a year since they got married, no matter how unreasonable she was, he had never considered divorce.

At most, when she got too out of hand, he would simply avoid her as much as possible.

Just like this time—if she hadn’t threatened suicide to force him into consummating the marriage, he wouldn’t have reluctantly asked Zhao Hongjun to bring her lunch.

He Yunshen placed the gauze in his hand to the side, stood up, and said in a low voice, “I don’t agree. I promised Aunt Fang I would take good care of you.”

“Calm down. I’ll get Sister-in-law Zhang Yun to come dress your wound.”

With that, he strode toward the door.

Ning Wanwan looked up at his cold, retreating figure and deliberately put on a deeply wounded and forlorn expression, even pretending to wipe away nonexistent tears.

Then, with a choked voice, she called out, “He Yunshen, since there’s no love between us, there’s no need to keep dragging each other down. I’ll explain things to the family so I won’t trouble you anymore.”

“I’m serious. Think it over—I’ll wait for your reply…”

He Yunshen paused in his steps, thinking this was just another one of Ning Wanwan’s dramatic antics. After a moment of internal struggle, he left the courtyard, closing the gate behind him with mixed feelings.

He truly didn’t understand why Ning Wanwan was acting so out of character today. After pestering him for so long, why was she suddenly the one asking for a divorce?

Could it be that she hit her head too hard in that fall?

Once He Yunshen was gone, Ning Wanwan’s expression changed. She stuck out her tongue playfully toward the courtyard gate, then closed her eyes and began thinking carefully about how the original host became paralyzed.

If this injury had happened in the 21st century, she could’ve healed completely just by drinking spiritual spring water for a month.

But now… she sighed softly, looking helpless.

She figured that her portable space must have disappeared after she transmigrated…

Ning Wanwan kept lamenting to herself, imagining what the spiritual spring water looked like in her mind.

In that very moment, a small white porcelain bottle suddenly appeared in her hand, filled with clear spiritual spring water.

Her starry eyes lit up with surprise. She hadn’t expected that her space had actually traveled through with her too! She immediately raised the bottle and drank the water in one go.

The original injury was damage to the spinal nerves, which caused her paralysis—and one of the primary effects of the spiritual spring water was nourishing the nerves.

Combined with other rare herbs from her space, she believed she’d be able to stand up again soon.

Heaven was truly looking out for her, or she really would have cried herself to death.

If she had to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair, how could she wear her pretty little dresses? Her long, slender legs would be totally wasted.

Ten minutes later, she felt a slight tingling and numbness in her legs.

Her eyes lit up. As a doctor, she knew the spiritual spring water had started working.

Feeling much more cheerful, she began surveying the small courtyard.

The courtyard wasn’t large—just over 20 square meters—but it was quaint and elegant.

Most likely, it was thanks to He Yunshen’s status that they were assigned such a good, private residence in this era.

Then she opened the door, and following the original host’s memory, made her way to the bedroom.

As soon as she opened the door, she was stunned by the mess inside.

The floor was littered with shattered glass, and the original host’s clothes were tossed haphazardly across the bed.

According to her memories, the original host had become hysterical almost daily due to He Yunshen’s indifference and her own disability. She would smash things during her tantrums every few days.

Compared to the past, this mess was actually pretty minor—after all, the original host had once nearly set the house on fire. Luckily, He Yunshen stopped her in time.

To be honest, Ning Wanwan did feel a bit sorry for He Yunshen. If it were her, she wouldn’t have tolerated this kind of over-the-top drama either.

But for someone like Ning Wanwan, who had mild OCD, this messy bedroom was simply unbearable. If she didn’t clean it up, she probably wouldn’t even be able to eat.

She struggled to move her wheelchair, fetched a broom and rag, and planned to do a thorough cleaning.

However, she had clearly overestimated herself. While she could handle the floor and bed, she had no way to reach anything higher up.

Pouting and looking pitiful, she let out a sigh.

“Oh come on, heaven, are you kidding me?! I’m a top-tier medical genius—why’d I have to transmigrate into a disabled person?!”

Just when Ning Wanwan was feeling at a loss, a sound came from outside the courtyard.

“Xiao Ning, can I come in? Commander He asked me to help treat your wound…”

Ning Wanwan tilted her head in thought—it sounded like Sister-in-law Zhang Yun.

She moved her wheelchair a bit closer to the door and called out, “Sister-in-law, the door’s not locked. Come in.”

“Alright.”

Moments later, the slightly plump figure of Zhang Yun appeared before Ning Wanwan.

Seeing the broom and rag, a flicker of disapproval flashed in Zhang Yun’s eyes.

“Xiao Ning, why are you trying to clean on your own? You’re not in shape for that—don’t push yourself. Come, let me treat your wound first, then I’ll help tidy up.”

Before Ning Wanwan could reply, Zhang Yun turned and fetched the medical kit He Yunshen had used earlier.

Ning Wanwan (inwardly): As a doctor, how could I forget to treat my own wound right away? My poor delicate face—what a shame…

Zhang Yun carefully cleaned the wound on her forehead with gauze while muttering with concern.

“You used to be distant from us, but I always knew you were a good girl. Your illness just made your temper worse—that’s understandable.”

Ning Wanwan didn’t argue. The original host had even bullied the children in the compound—it was no wonder no one liked her.

Then, in a sweet and childish voice, she said, “Sister-in-law, I’ve thought a lot after this fall. I used to have a bad temper, and I owe you an apology. I hope you won’t hold it against me.”

Zhang Yun frowned and quickly stopped her hands. “You silly girl, I was just sharing some honest thoughts with you—why talk like that? Let’s spend more time together in the future.”

“Okay, Sister-in-law. As long as you all don’t find me annoying.”

Ning Wanwan gave her a bright, sweet smile, making Zhang Yun’s cheeks flush red.

Zhang Yun scratched her head awkwardly, thinking to herself: No wonder Xu Lili gets so jealous. Even a simple smile from Xiao Ning could make a forty-year-old like me feel dizzy—imagine what someone like Zhao Hongjun must feel.

This girl is just too beautiful. If my husband came by every day to care for her, I’d be suspicious too.

Once Zhang Yun finished treating her wound, she grabbed a rag and began helping with the cleaning.

Ning Wanwan didn’t refuse—her body really wasn’t up to the task.

Around noon, she wheeled herself to the kitchen and took out half a bundle of noodles and two eggs from the drawer.

Half an hour later, two steaming bowls of egg noodles were ready on the counter.

Just then, a noise came from the door. Ning Wanwan looked up in confusion.

And saw He Yunshen’s tall figure already stepping into the room…