Chapter 26: The Lingering Zhou Xinghua

Shen Sangyu was stunned for a moment and explained, “Let me see your wound.”

Wen Qingchuan felt a little nervous: “The wound doesn’t look good, so don’t look at it. Otherwise, you might have a nightmare at night.”

“Let me see it; otherwise, I can’t sleep at night.” Shen Sangyu was still a bit angry that Wen Qingchuan had been injured and kept it a secret from her.

Although this thought felt somewhat hypocritical, she still felt that, despite their halfway marriage, she had not considered how their future would unfold.

However, Wen Qingchuan was so good to her that she at least felt he was her best friend in this era.

He was the only person she felt most familiar with.

As a result, the fact that Wen Qingchuan was seriously injured and didn’t tell her made her uncomfortable.

The more Shen Sangyu thought about it, the more upset she felt, and her eyes suddenly became watery.

Wen Qingchuan was shocked. He didn’t expect his wife to cry, and to cry so inexplicably.

He quickly let go of Shen Sangyu’s hand and could only say, “Look, look…”

After hearing this, Shen Sangyu wiped her tears and lifted the corner of Wen Qingchuan’s clothes.

Because Wen Qingchuan had warned her that the wound was ugly, she was actually a little scared. So she pulled it slowly, hoping to give herself some psychological support.

However, after pulling it for a long time, she found that the wound had been tied up with gauze.

Above the gauze, there was a wound about 20 centimeters long, almost at the position of the ribs, which was tightly sutured and looked like a centipede.

Shen Sangyu suddenly realized that Wen Qingchuan could sit up at 28 years old precisely because of the scars on his body.

“Does the wound still hurt?” Shen Sangyu calmly pulled down Wen Qingchuan’s clothes and covered him with a quilt.

Wen Qingchuan was relieved to see that Shen Sangyu was not scared by the scars on his body and shook his head: “It doesn’t hurt.”

Shen Sangyu didn’t believe it, of course, but she didn’t expose the lie.

She turned to Lin Hua and Shen Xu and said: “Shen Xu, Political Commissar Lin, you guys go and do your work first. I will take good care of Wen Qingchuan.”

Lin Hua did have something else to do, and now that Shen Sangyu was looking after him, he was relieved.

Shen Xu thought that Shen Sangyu didn’t know how to take care of people and originally wanted to stay, but Wen Qingchuan asked him to go and rest first, so Shen Xu gave up.

After the others left, Shen Sangyu went to get a pot of hot water first.

Wen Qingchuan watched Shen Sangyu packing up without saying a word, and everything was done… in a mess.

Slowly, Wen Qingchuan fell into deep thought.

Shen Sangyu was going to wash his face, and then he saw her take out his footbath.

The original guilty feeling turned into helplessness, and he said: “Sangyu, that’s a footbath, not a face wash.”

Shen Sangyu’s hand trembled, and the hot water almost spilled.

Wen Qingchuan was startled: “Are you okay?”

After saying that, he wanted to struggle to sit up, but he completely forgot that he was still injured.

Shen Sangyu was startled by a muffled groan and quickly stood up: “I’m fine! Why are you sitting up? What if the wound tears?”

Shen Sangyu said, and hurried out to call a doctor.

Fortunately, the stitches were secure, so there was no need for secondary stitches.

But Shen Sangyu was frightened and said with a stern face: “You are a patient now; don’t worry about anything.”

Shen Sangyu didn’t want to be angry with Wen Qingchuan at this moment. She was feeling embarrassed.

In her previous life, when she was an orphan, she had a hard time in an orphanage for a while, but the director was a good person and took good care of her.

Later, she was adopted by a teacher. All the housework was done by the teacher or the teacher’s assistant, and she just studied.

So she hadn’t even had the chance to make soup for Wen Qingchuan.

“I asked the doctor you can have dinner after seven o’clock; I will go back and bring some things later.”

Shen Sangyu arranged everything without giving Wen Qingchuan a chance to speak.

Wen Qingchuan looked at Shen Sangyu’s busy figure with his dark eyes, and it felt as if a soft feather floated gently across his heart.

“Sangyu, I didn’t tell you that I was injured because I was afraid that you would worry.”

Wen Qingchuan finally explained when he saw Shen Sangyu was about to leave.

Shen Sangyu paused, feeling an indescribable emotion in her heart. She turned back and sat on the chair, her eyes meeting Wen Qingchuan’s on the bed: “Wen Qingchuan, now you are one of the few relatives I have in this world. I don’t want you to lie to me.”

Wen Qingchuan’s heart tightened; he knew that Sangyu must be angry.

“Forget it this time; it won’t happen again next time.”

After saying that, Shen Sangyu stood up, and this time she completely disappeared at the door of the ward.

Wen Qingchuan looked at the door of the ward, lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but rise.

“Qingchuan.”

At this moment, a delicate voice sounded.

Wen Qingchuan looked at the door of the ward again, and the corners of his mouth that had been raised immediately turned cold.

After Shen Sangyu returned to the compound, many people learned the news. Following the incident with Zhou Xinghua, everyone in the compound now knew that she was wronged, so more people greeted her.

She had originally wanted to ask sistert Cao to help cook a stir-fry, but just as she reached the gate of the family compound, Cao Ruyue and several military wives she didn’t recognize came over.

“Sister Cao,” Shen Sangyu called.

Cao Ruyue hurried over and stuffed a lunch box into Shen Sangyu’s arms.

Shen Sangyu was stunned for a moment and immediately realized that it was the meal made by Cao Ruyue.

“Thank you, sister.”

Cao Ruyue waved her hand: “I know you can’t cook, so I fried two dishes after you left. It’s getting late; you should send it to Captain Wen quickly.”

Shen Sangyu nodded, but when she thought of the doctor’s words that Wen Qingchuan would have to stay in the hospital for at least half a month, she hesitated for a moment.

After thinking about it, she finally confessed: “Sister Cao, I’m not very good at cooking, but the doctor said that Wen Qingchuan needs more supplements. You see…”

“What’s so difficult about this? It’s a small matter.”

It was common for military wives to run around for each other, especially since everyone knew that Shen Sangyu really couldn’t cook. In the past, she either went to a restaurant or Wen Qingchuan brought food back to heat it up.

The first time she cooked, she almost burned the whole building down. If Shen Sangyu really wanted to cook, it would be a bit difficult.

However, the reason why Cao Ruyue agreed so readily was that Shen Sangyu had saved her son, Hu Zi, last time.

If she had really listened to Zhou Xinghua’s nonsense that day, she didn’t know how high the grass on her son’s grave would be.

Shen Sangyu felt very grateful and quickly took out fifty yuan from her pocket: “You can do it as you see fit. If the money is not enough, I will give it to you when the time comes.”

Seeing Shen Sangyu taking the money so generously, Cao Ruyue felt happy to be trusted, but more of it was pain.

But since Shen Sangyu insisted on giving so much, Cao Ruyue finally accepted it: “Okay, then sister can do whatever she wants.

You can come to pick up the food when it’s time for dinner, and I’ll give you the remaining money.”

Shen Sangyu nodded. She was afraid that the food would get cold, so she ran back to the hospital.

As a result, just as she arrived at the door of the ward, she saw Zhou Xinghua holding a spoon to feed Wen Qingchuan.

However, Wen Qingchuan always had a cold face. When Zhou Xinghua was about to approach him, he directly reached out and smashed the bowl and chopsticks in her hand into pieces.

Zhou Xinghua’s face was like a plate of colorful paint that had been spilled.

At this time, Wen Qingchuan suddenly looked at the door of the ward, and upon seeing the lunch box in Shen Sangyu’s hand, a smile immediately appeared on his face: “Why are you back so soon?”

Shen Sangyu handed the lunch box to Wen Qingchuan: “Sister Cao made it, and she ran here because she was afraid it would get cold.”

She trusted Wen Qingchuan’s character and guessed that Zhou Xinghua had come in by herself again.

“Zhou Xinghua, you are really shameless. Do you want to be beaten again?”

After saying that, Shen Sangyu walked toward Zhou Xinghua and raised her hand to slap her again.