Seeing that he was about to salute, Jiang Wu waved her hand anxiously, signaling him not to speak. This was just the crucial part, and she was afraid to interrupt.

However, Chuyi seemed not to understand her hint and said loudly: “Madam.”

As soon as the voice came out, the room immediately became quiet. After a while, the door of the room was opened. Jiang Wu was so angry that she glared at Chu Yi, who did not show any guilt at all, and then turned her gaze to the man standing at the door.

“Master.”

Sensing an inexplicable anger emanating from Chu Ling, Jiang Wu no longer cared about being angry with Chu Yi and lowered her head without saying a word.

“What are you doing here?”

Chu Ling’s tone was not very good.

“I…” Jiang Wu didn’t know what was going on. She suddenly felt wronged. After all, Chu Ling had always spoken like this. She should have been used to it and didn’t care about it. But at that moment, her heart still hurt. “I just came to see Sister A Yan.”

“Didn’t I tell you not to have any contact with her?”

Jiang Wu bit her lips tightly and said nothing.

“Why are you so mean to her?” Chu Yan came out at some point and stood next to Chu Ling.

The summer sun made Jiang Wu feel slightly dizzy. In her memory, before Chu Yan got married, the two of them were often together. They were talented and beautiful, and anyone who saw them would think they were a perfect match.

More than ten years later, after Chu Yan came back, Jiang Wu saw the two standing side by side again.

One black and one white, they were still so well matched.

The stinging pain lasted only for a moment and Jiang Wu quickly ignored it. She wanted to send them back so that she could discuss the unfinished conversation and say that she really didn’t want the position of Prime Minister’s wife.

She didn’t know if Chu Yan’s words worked, but Chu Ling didn’t say any more words of blame. He just left without saying a word.

When he passed by Jiang Wu, Jiang Wu felt his displeasure. Was it because Chu Yan rejected his proposal to be his concubine?

Why? Why do you hate me so much? Why do you insist on holding on to me? Why don’t you let me go?

There was a fire burning in Jiang Wu’s heart, mixed with the feeling of grievance just now, burning more and more fiercely.

With her lowered eyes, she saw the black edge of the clothes quickly pass by. When it was about to disappear from his sight, Jiang Wu turned around and immediately followed.

“Master.”

The person in front ignored her.

Jiang Wu was so angry that she quickened her pace, wanting to catch up with Chu Ling. She had to explain everything to this man today. How could there be such an unreasonable person in the world?

The man took long steps, so she had to jog before she finally caught up with him.

“Master.” She followed behind and called out again.

There was still no response, and all that could be seen was a cold back. Jiang Wu was already tired after running for such a while, and seeing that she was slowing down and the distance between him and Chu Ling was getting farther, she quickly reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

The wide sleeves of the black robe were pulled out in an arc, and the gold patterns on the edge of the robe were so sharp that they hurt the eyes.

As her mind was dazed, Jiang Wu stumbled and stepped on the front of his clothes. As her body fell forward, she was steadily supported by a pair of hands.

Her hand was still grasping the man’s sleeve.

“Master,” Jiang Wu tightened her grip when she realized Chu Ling had stabilized her and was about to withdraw his grip. She raised her head and looked at the man who was much taller than her, “You don’t need to feel guilty about me.”

Chu Ling’s eyes turned cold. “What?”

Jiang Wu still maintained the posture of holding his arm and almost mustered up all the courage in her life to look him straight in the eye: “My lord, you have not treated me unfairly in the past eighteen years.”

It didn’t matter whether she said this insincerely or not; she was eager to end it all.

Why didn’t Chu Ling let him go? The only thing Jiang Wu could think of was guilt.

After all, they had lived together for such a long time, and they had shared the same bed and raised two children. Although Jiang Wu found it incredible to hear the word “guilt” appear on Chu Ling, this was the only explanation.

“My only hope now is that you can be happy. If this happiness can only be given to you by Sister Yan, I am ready to leave the house.”

Jiang Wu spoke the last four words in a very nervous and low voice because, with every word she said, the man’s face darkened a little. In the end, when she finished speaking, the coldness in Chu Ling’s eyes could almost kill anyone.

“Happy to leave the house?”

He laughed, a man who could hardly laugh, but he laughed out of anger. Jiang Wu was so scared that she unconsciously loosened her hand, but she didn’t dare to move, didn’t dare to take her hand back.

These words obviously touched Chu Ling’s sore spot. The man in front of her looked different than she had ever seen him before. His eyes, like deep pools, were not only cold but also filled with the madness to destroy everything.

This was not the man Jiang Wu knew—the man who never showed his anger. She always thought that she was afraid of Chu Ling, but only at this moment did she know what true fear was.

The desire to escape had never been so urgent.

She took a small step back, and this action seemed to irritate Chu Ling. The man suddenly reached out, grabbed Jiang Wu’s collar, and pressed her hard against the wall next to him.

The pampered yet calloused hand was resting on her neck.

Jiang Wu only felt that she was like prey under the claws of a ferocious beast that would tear her to pieces in the next moment, and she was unable to move.

“Didn’t I tell you? Don’t have such thoughts again! You…” Chu Ling stopped talking angrily halfway. The person in front of him who was crying and gasping seemed to wake him up suddenly, and he immediately loosened his grip.

Jiang Wu was gasping for breath desperately. She didn’t know why. Before Chu Ling let go, the hand pressing on her neck was not very strong. Just looking at Chu Ling like this, she felt as if she was suffocating.

“I have a headache.” Jiang Wu burst into tears. It was not an excuse to avoid Chu Ling’s anger. Her headache really felt like it was splitting open.

Her body slipped down the wall and fell into an embrace. The man held her tightly in his arms without saying a word.

Her head hurt so much that her consciousness was slowly fading away. Before she passed out, Jiang Wu seemed to hear the man’s ghostly voice: “Want to leave? You’re dreaming. Go call Doctor Sun.”

The second half of the sentence should be said to the person next to you.

Doctor Sun? The old man who made her feel uncomfortable? Jiang Wu wanted to cry even more. She wanted to say she didn’t want this person, but she couldn’t make a sound and finally lost consciousness completely.

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Jiang Wu could no longer remember what happened that day.

She only knew that she fainted suddenly. After waking up, she didn’t feel any discomfort except for a headache due to not getting enough rest.

Not long after she woke up, Ah Ye and his sister came over together.

“Mother, are you still feeling unwell now?” Chu Ye asked with concern.

Jiang Wu smiled and shook her head. After she woke up, she specifically asked who had treated her. She was relieved to learn that it was her usual doctor. She thought that the Doctor Sun she had heard before she fell into a coma must have been a mistake.

Thinking about this, she looked at Nian Yin, who was standing silently behind A Ye: “Nian Yin, why are you standing so far away? Come to mother.”

After so many days of getting along, her relationship with the two children has gradually become closer. Seeing her daughter standing so far away, she naturally called her over.

When the girl, who had been keeping her head down and keeping silent, heard her mother calling her, she suddenly raised her head with tears in her eyes.

Jiang Wu was stunned. She saw a trace of panic in the girl’s eyes. It was different from the cautiousness she had shown when she was not familiar with her before. It was a real panic of being hurt.

She was at a loss and heartbroken. How could she bear to hurt her daughter?

Nian Yin finally walked to the bed and sat down. Jiang Wu watched her daughter’s hand carefully explore the bed, but she didn’t dare to touch her. She felt sad for a moment and held her daughter’s hand tightly: “Nian Yin.”

The tears in the girl’s eyes seemed to be unable to be held back any longer, and they rolled down one by one. She leaned down and hugged her mother on the bed.

The little girl cried so hard that Jiang Wu could almost feel the wetness on her shoulder, and her heart twitched with pain.

“Mother,” Nian Yin’s voice was buzzing. “I am scared.”

Jiang Wu smiled and hugged her back, constantly comforting her: “It’s okay, Mommy is okay. Okay, okay, don’t get too excited, don’t hurt yourself by crying.”

She was also concerned about her daughter’s heart disease.

Chu Ye, who was standing aside, looked at the scene of the mother and daughter hugging each other and lowered his eyes silently. He knew what his sister was afraid of. She was afraid that her mother would be hurt, and she was even more afraid that once her mother woke up, her eyes would no longer have the kindness that she had when she looked at her children.

Perhaps the hurt was so great that Nian Yin had not yet come out of that shadow.