Chapter 2

“Master Jingxu, calm down, please calm down. Don’t forget you still have a head injury. The doctor said to keep your emotions stable—”

Seeing Feng Jingxu exploding in anger, the housekeeper hurriedly intervened and tried to calm him down. He wanted to say something but, upon seeing Madam’s pale and innocent appearance, he choked back the reproachful words and turned to Feng Jingxu, stuttering, “Um, Madam has just awakened, and it wouldn’t be good if something stimulates her. Master Jingxu, could you endure a bit…?”

However, Sheng Xia seemed dissatisfied, adding fuel to the fire, “Ah, never expected that I’ve been married for months, and my son is unwilling to call me ‘Mom.’ Forget it, maybe I haven’t done well enough. In the future—”

Feng Jingxu raised his voice, “Do you still want a future?”

“Well, if you don’t want to call me ‘Mom,’ you should at least show some concern for me, right?” Sheng Xia blinked innocently, looking submissive. “I just want someone to comfort me. Is that too much to ask?”

“Master Jingxu, maybe you could comfort Madam a bit,” the housekeeper, feeling a headache, approached Feng Jingxu and gestured with heartfelt eyes, whispering, “Madam is not in good health. She just had an accident and found out she can’t move her legs. She must be very upset and fragile. Now, you are the only one here for her!”

Feng Jingxu, disgusted, “…”

The once arrogant young man now wore a dark expression, gritting his teeth and reminding, “Mr. Zhao, I just had an accident too. Isn’t it obvious from my head?”

The housekeeper paused and sighed deeply, “Master, you’re still standing. Madam has fallen. You must become the pillar of the family now. Sacrifice yourself and endure a bit, Master.”

Sheng Xia, lying on the hospital bed, enjoying the gentle service of the maids, couldn’t help but cough lightly when she heard this.

Unexpectedly, the housekeeper is quite a talent.

The maid anxiously patted her back, “Madam, did you accidentally choke?”

“No, it’s just that I thought of something sad and couldn’t help but feel upset,” Sheng Xia’s pitch-black eyes filled with teary light, constantly glancing at Feng Jingxu. “In the future, I won’t be able to stand up again. I’ll probably be despised by everyone, right?”

The housekeeper also sighed heavily.

Feng Jingxu: …

“Sheng Xia, you’ve gone too far—”

Amidst the expectant gazes of everyone, he endured the urge to vomit, took a deep breath, and, feeling dizzy and nauseous, he couldn’t tell if it was a concussion or just Sheng Xia’s provocation. All he knew was that he couldn’t stay here any longer; he might develop a heart condition.

“What am I doing here? Is it for self-torture?!”

—

In the spring garden of the hospital, colorful flowers swayed gently, and the bright sunlight shone, creating an exceptionally comfortable atmosphere.

Tranquil and peaceful.

This was a sight unseen in the apocalypse.

[“Host, the task shouldn’t have been completed this way. You were clearly forcing your stepson to care for you. Although there was no reminder about a broken character setting, you were nearing the critical threshold. You should pay attention…”]

Ignoring the system’s well-intentioned advice, Sheng Xia sat in her wheelchair, supporting her chin, admiring everything before her. She vaguely felt like she was dreaming.

[“Host, please listen to me.”]

Sheng Xia adjusted to a more comfortable position, ensuring her entire body was exposed to the sun. Weary, she asked, “So, did I complete the task?”

[“…Yes, you completed it.”]

“My character setting has started to break. Do I need to be punished?”

[“No, you don’t need to, but—”]

“I followed your reminders to complete the task. If there’s any deviation, shouldn’t you reflect on it?” Sheng Xia’s tone was innocent, and her face, pale without a trace of color, under the sunlight, seemed fragile.

The system: [“…”] Is it its fault?

“Miss, do you need any help?”

A gentle and clear voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Sheng Xia turned her head.

Sheng Xia, looking up, saw a young man in casual dark gray attire smiling at her. He appeared to be in his twenties, with naturally curly black hair and peach blossom eyes exuding a gentle and frivolous smile, creating a somewhat ambiguous illusion when he looked at people.

However, as the man looked at Sheng Xia’s face, his expression gradually changed. He suddenly took a breath, called out in disbelief, “Sister-in-law?”

At the same time, the system’s reminder sounded: [“Host, this is Feng Yan’s younger brother, Feng Shaoyu.”]

[“According to the character setting, you should now pretend to be sick to gain his concern and persuade him to go home.”]

Sheng Xia supported her face, lazily uttered an “eh,” realizing that this was her little brother-in-law.

Feng Shaoyu moved out of the Feng family shortly after starting college, and after graduation, he only symbolically took over a subsidiary company under the Feng family and rarely returned home.

The original host, after marrying into the family, had considered Feng Shaoyu as a reliance since he was the only one in the Feng family who had shown kindness to her.

She often called him, complaining about Feng Yan’s indifference, and attempted to make him return home by pretending to be sick. Feng Shaoyu, who was always soft-hearted towards women, couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingling every time he heard her voice.

He was indeed an unfortunate scapegoat.

Sheng Xia subtly sent him a pitying look, but as an apocalypse survivor without a conscience, she couldn’t let him off. She then placed her hand on her forehead, lightly coughed, and revealed a delicate, helpless smile that made Feng Shaoyu’s heart skip a beat.

“Little brother Shaoyu…”

Feng Shaoyu, trying to appear calm, took a step back, pretending to be composed. “Sister-in-law.”

“I didn’t expect you to care about me so much; I am genuinely moved.” Sheng Xia blinked her beautiful eyes, her lips painted a light pink, and she spoke in a whisper that seemed to be a demonic murmur. “I thought you had blocked me on WeChat and never wanted to see me again.”

Feng Shaoyu’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his smile became more strained. “Ho-how could that be? I would never block Sister-in-law on WeChat. I just heard that you and Xiaoxu had a car accident, so I hurried over to see you.”

At most, he only blocked her messages.

“Why haven’t you come back home, Shaoyu?”

“I… I’ve been a bit busy recently.” Feng Shaoyu looked pained, but his soft-hearted nature made it impossible for him to refuse. “Once I finish this busy period, I’ll come home for a visit, I promise.”

“Really?” A breeze passed by, and Sheng Xia suddenly coughed. She touched her chest with her slender hand, sighed gently, and said, “You’re always not coming back. Your family really misses you.”

“I’ll come back, definitely.”

Seeing her frail appearance, Feng Shaoyu nodded eagerly. “It’s windy now, Sister-in-law. Let’s go back to the ward.”

Before the attendant could react, he diligently pushed Sheng Xia’s wheelchair back. Trying to change the subject, he said, “By the way, how is Xiaoxu now? I heard from the housekeeper that he has a concussion. I don’t know how serious it is.”

Indeed, compared to the unruly elder son, the younger brother was kind-hearted.

Such a soft-hearted good person.

Completing the task effortlessly, Sheng Xia gratefully sent her little brother-in-law a “Good Person Card” in her heart, then cooperatively said with a smile, “Jingxu is still lively for now; you can rest assured.”

Feng Shaoyu: … Lively? Is that the right word to use?

Before they returned to the ward, they could already hear her eldest son suppressing his irritable laughter. “I told you, there’s no need for you to take care of it! If you’re free, why not let someone check on your wife’s brain? She’s eagerly waiting for your concern.”

Suddenly, the room became unclear, and Sheng Xia’s wheelchair stopped abruptly. Sheng Xia blinked lightly and, looking up, saw Feng Shaoyu sighing beside her, “Xiaoxu and Second Brother are still the same.”

Second Brother?

Wasn’t that her husband, who, right after receiving the marriage certificate, left without looking back, saying, “You can treat me as if I don’t exist,” and hadn’t returned home since then?

Shocked, Sheng Xia wondered how someone dead could come back to life.

Sure enough, the mechanical sound of the system rang out: [“Host, the person currently video chatting with Feng Jingxu is your husband, Feng Yan.”]

The door to the ward was pushed open, and Feng Jingxu, with a stern face, turned his head impatiently. “Your husband is looking for you.”

Sheng Xia gently raised her eyes and saw a man on the screen with deep brows and eyes, exuding an indifferent and noble aura.

…Well, he’s quite handsome.

[“Host, it’s time for you to perform.” ]

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