Chapter 15: Shall I Prove It to You?

As they passed by the hospital entrance, Wen Zongfu’s expression suddenly changed, looking rather strange. Jiang Mi noticed this and recalled that he hadn’t looked well that morning, so she asked, “Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to accompany you to the hospital?”

His mother’s suspicion was one thing, but now Wen Zongfu was giving her such an innocent look, which made her feel even more uneasy.

Wen Zongfu ground his teeth and leaned close to her ear, mischievously repeating what his mother had said earlier that morning, then wickedly asked, “Do you want me to prove it?”

Jiang Mi’s face flushed instantly, the redness spreading all the way to her ears!

This man really had no sense of decency. She had never met such a scoundrel. She shot him a fierce glare, jumped on her bike, and pedaled away.

Wen Zongfu watched her retreating figure with a smile, unable to resist teasing her.

In just a short time on the street, the matter spread quickly. Some even went out of their way to tell Bai Yi, advising her to let go while secretly mocking her. Any clear-headed person could see that Bai Yi had hesitated over Wen Zongfu’s issue of having no heir, but who would have thought that a simple hesitation would lead to his decision being made?

The speed of it all left Bai Yi with nothing but regret once she realized what had happened.

She always wondered: if only she hadn’t hesitated, wouldn’t she be the one Wen Zongfu was doting on now, the one buying bicycles?

No matter how much she thought about it, Jiang Mi only had the return home on her mind. She truly wanted to go back and see her family. In her past life, after marriage, she had seen her family less and less. Her mother’s health deteriorated, and when her mother suddenly fell ill and passed away, Jiang Mi had rushed back but hadn’t even seen her mother one last time.

After her mother’s passing, her brother was injured at work and became disabled. With such a major family crisis, her elder brother’s fiancée even called off their engagement. Her brother became disheartened and aimless at home, and at the time, she was powerless to help.

It was a lifelong regret. If she could start over, she would not only change her own fate but also that of her family.

She turned around and saw Wen Zongfu sleeping soundly beside her. He was better than she had imagined. Though his temper was a bit stubborn, his nature wasn’t bad. The fact that he took the return home seriously showed his sense of responsibility.

A faint smile lifted the corners of Jiang Mi’s lips. This life really felt different.

Early on the day of their return, Madam Wen was busy having Aunt Cai prepare the gifts. The Wen family only needed to cover the fuel costs to borrow a small car from the factory, the trunk already stuffed full.

When Jiang Mi came downstairs, she saw Wen Zongfu outside wiping the car.

She glanced at him twice before heading to help in the kitchen. At the dining table, Madam Wen kept reminding her son, worried he might cause trouble at his father-in-law’s house.

“Mom, do you really think I’m that clueless?”

She didn’t really think her son was very sensible either. It was only because this daughter-in-law had captured his heart that he was cooperating like this. Did Madam Wen not understand him? She shot him a glance but still had to remind him, “Don’t drink too much. Xiao Gao will drive for you. When you arrive, make sure to arrange a meal for him.”

“Alright, alright, I know,” Wen Zongfu said impatiently, taking a few bites before getting up to take care of his own affairs.

His hair was short, revealing his forehead, and his sharp features made him look very handsome in a black suit.

At this moment, Jiang Mi thought Wen Zongfu looked quite good—handsome in a tough, unyielding way, though not in the conventional sense of handsome, but striking and strong.

“Falling for me?” Wen Zongfu leaned against the doorframe, smiling at her with a mischievous curl of his lips.

Shameless, Jiang Mi snorted and walked out. She wore a red top cinched at the waist, pants, low-heeled boots, and casually draped a shawl with an ink-wash painting pattern over her shoulders.

It was the first time Madam Wen had seen her dressed like this. Her eyes brightened, and she complimented with a smile, “You look really beautiful. Where did you get it?”

“Mom, I made it myself. If you like it, I can make one for you tomorrow.”

In truth, it was a large scarf from the future that could be worn as both a scarf and a shawl—simple, practical, elegant, and easy to match. Jiang Mi had spent these past days reading and making it, planning to wear it on the day of their return.

Madam Wen happily agreed and sent the young couple off.