kiwanis-nylisc Chapter 385, "The Little Wife Longs for Her Husband's Family," evokes a sense of déjà
Chapter 385, "The Little Wife Longs for Her Husband's Family," evokes a sense of déjà
He silently added in his mind: You're not just someone who likes money.
If she really liked money, she wouldn't have chosen the penniless Lu family in the first place; she would have chosen him directly, wouldn't she?
Shen Li understood his thoughts and didn't say anything more. She got up and said, "You rest first, I'll go make you something to eat."
Just as she was about to get up, Ming Xiangyang gripped her wrist tightly, not with much force, but with a stubborn dependence.
"Don't leave." Ming Xiangyang's voice trembled slightly.
He was afraid, afraid that everything before him was just a dream.
He was afraid that if he let go, she would disappear again—in the days before, he was trapped in chaos, and the only thing he could feel was her voice and touch. That warmth was the only strength that kept him going.
Seeing the unease in his eyes, Shen Li's heart softened. She gently patted his hand, her voice as tender as water: "Don't be afraid, I won't leave. Let Uncle Hu come and check on you first, okay?"
Ming Xiangyang finally let go, but his eyes remained fixed on her, unwilling to look away.
Shen Li called out towards the door, "Uncle Hu, he's awake! Please come and see him!"
She knew that even if Uncle Hu wasn't at the door, Mingxing or Mingcheng would definitely be nearby—they had been watching over Ming Xiangyang just like she had these days.
Sure enough, no sooner had he finished speaking than hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
Mingcheng rushed in first, and when he saw that Ming Xiangyang was awake, his face instantly lit up with joy. He then quickly turned around to call Uncle Hu.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Hu, his old bones practically bursting into the room, his voice trembling with excitement: "Grandma, please bless us! Grandma, please bless us! The young master has finally woken up!"
Seeing Uncle Hu's tearful face, Ming Xiangyang gently comforted him, "Uncle Hu, I'm alright now."
"No, no," Uncle Hu waved his hand and quickly stepped forward, "We need to check again. It would be terrible if there were any lasting effects!"
Shen Li quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, Uncle Hu, please take a closer look."
Just as she was about to move aside, Ming Xiangyang pulled her wrist again. She turned around and gave him a reassuring look before he reluctantly let go.
Uncle Hu sat down, placed his fingertips on Ming Xiangyang's wrist, and took his pulse for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief: "It's alright, the pulse is weak but still stable. It's just that his body is still weak and he needs to rest for a while longer."
Shen Li breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ming Xiangyang, and said in a gentle tone that left no room for argument: "Did you hear me? You have to rest and recuperate properly these days, and don't push yourself."
Ming Xiangyang nodded obediently: "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."
Shen Li then turned to Uncle Hu: "Uncle Hu, could you please prepare some light food and bring it over? He just woke up and isn't digesting well."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Uncle Hu replied with a smile, turned around and quickly left.
Less than half an hour later, Uncle Hu returned with a bowl of porridge and a small dish of refreshing pickled vegetables.
Ming Xiangyang looked at Shen Li, his eyes showing a hint of vulnerability and dependence: "I don't have any strength in my hands."
Shen Li naturally understood what he meant. She smiled and took the bowl from Uncle Hu, picked up a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of porridge. She blew on it to cool it down before feeding it to him: "Here, I'll feed you."
After Ming Xiangyang finished eating his porridge, Shen Li helped him get out of bed and walk around—he had been lying down for so long that his blood and qi were stagnant, so he needed to move around a bit.
Shen Li was small in stature, and when she supported the tall Ming Xiangyang, it looked like she was supporting a big doll, and she was very careful.
At this moment, Shen Li had only one thought in his mind: as long as he was alive, that was enough.
Compared to life and death, those past entanglements and trivial conflicts are nothing.
Lu Sheng and Lu Cheng quickly learned that Ming Xiangyang had woken up, and the two rushed over.
Surprisingly, the two met peacefully, without a single argument or unpleasantness, and both had a sense of relief in their eyes.
In the days that followed, Shen Li began to shuttle between the two places—taking care of Lu Sheng on one hand and accompanying Ming Xiangyang on the other.
Fortunately, the two hospitals are close to each other, otherwise she really wouldn't have been able to handle it.
That noon, after having lunch at home, Shen Li took Lele and followed by Feng Ye, and walked towards Ming Xiangyang's courtyard next door.
As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw Ming Xiangyang sitting on a chair under the eaves, staring straight at the doorway, as if waiting for someone, his eyes filled with a gentle expectation.
Shen Li felt a warmth in his heart upon seeing this, and inexplicably felt a sense of déjà vu, like a "little wife longing for her husband to come home."
When Ming Xiangyang saw her come in, his eyes lit up instantly. He quickly got up to greet her, his voice gentle: "Lili is here."
"Are you feeling any better today?" Shen Li stepped forward, gently touched his arm, and asked with concern.
"Much better," Ming Xiangyang nodded, her gaze falling on the child in Feng Ye's arms beside her, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up. "Lele is here too."
"Yes, I brought him to see you." Shen Li smiled and nudged him. "Don't just stare at me, look at the child."
Ming Xiangyang then focused his attention entirely on Lele, carefully taking the child from Feng Ye's arms with clumsy yet gentle movements: "Lele, I'm your father."
Lele is used to being held a lot, so she's not shy at all. She nestled in Ming Xiangyang's arms, blinked her round eyes at him, and even reached out her little hand to pat his cheek.
Ming Xiangyang hadn't seen his child for several months. Now, seeing how much Lele had grown, her eyes and brows showed the same liveliness as Shen Li's,
With Lu Sheng's handsome appearance, his joy was overflowing—even though the child's background was complicated, and even though he could only refer to himself as "godfather" to outsiders, he still cherished him immensely.
Lele, who is almost one year old, has started to babble and learn to speak. Looking at Ming Xiangyang, she mumbled, "Mama..."
Shen Li couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to tap his little cheek: "Silly child, that's not Mommy, that's Daddy..."
To outsiders, Ming Xiangyang is Lele's godfather. Now that he's awake, it's not inappropriate for Lele to call him "Dad."
Only a few of their closest friends and family knew about this complicated relationship, and only they themselves could find a balance in this entanglement.
Lele seemed to understand but not quite. He looked up and tried to grab Ming Xiangyang's hair, but Ming Xiangyang's hair was cut short, and he missed several times.
It whimpered twice in its anxiety and mumbled out, "Baba..."
Ming Xiangyang's heart instantly warmed, and he quickly replied, "Yes... Dad's here."
Seeing this scene, Feng Ye under the eaves couldn't help but smile, and the courtyard was filled with a warm and joyful atmosphere.
As Shen Li was about to go home in the evening, she softly told Ming Xiangyang, "I'm going back now. Take good care of your injuries and don't wander off."
Ming Xiangyang looked at her, a hint of barely perceptible grievance in his eyes, and softened his voice: "I'll come over too, and have dinner with you, okay?"
He felt lonely in the courtyard all by himself and just wanted to be with her.
Seeing his lonely appearance, Shen Li's heart softened, and she finally couldn't bear to refuse: "Okay."
When the two returned to the Lu family home, Lu Sheng was holding Lele and comforting her in the yard. When he saw them come in, his expression was normal, and he simply nodded: "You're back. Dinner is ready, just waiting for the second son."