“Miss Xia, it’s time to eat.”
Xia Zhiwan was still caught in the urge to slap her former self to death when Aunt Wang opened the door and walked in at just that moment.
“I’m coming.”
Smelling the rich aroma of food, she chose to temporarily shove the idiotic version of herself from her past life to the back of her mind.
It would be much more meaningful to reflect on her mistakes after eating.
With that thought, she sat down by the bed, ready to eat. “Thank you, Aunt Wang, for bringing the—”
She lifted her head, about to act spoiled and joke with Aunt Wang, when she accidentally noticed the right hand Aunt Wang had just hidden behind her back.
“Aunt Wang, what happened to your hand?”
Hearing Xia Zhiwan ask, Aunt Wang froze for a moment. Then she simply brought her hand out from behind her back and waved it casually a few times.
“It’s nothing, Miss Xia. I accidentally got burned. It’s not serious.”
“Is it bad? Aunt Wang, I have a first-aid kit here. Let me put some medicine on it for you.”
There had always been a medical kit in Xia Zhiwan’s room, left there by the family doctor for emergencies.
Inside were only some basic gauze and bandaging supplies.
As she spoke, she stood up to get the kit, but Aunt Wang stopped her.
“It’s really fine, Miss Xia. I’ve already applied medicine. Please eat quickly.”
Aunt Wang blocked her and laid out the dishes. “If you don’t eat now, the food will get cold. Eating cold food is bad for your stomach.”
Xia Zhiwan looked worriedly at the obvious patch of redness on Aunt Wang’s hand but didn’t say anything more.
“Aunt Wang, have you eaten yet? Would you like to sit and eat a little with me?”
“Miss Xia, I’ve already eaten. I’ll go now. If you need anything, just call me.”
With that, she stepped back a few paces and left the room.
Looking at the few exquisitely prepared dishes in front of her, Xia Zhiwan was already starving.
She had slept for three days and hadn’t eaten a single bite since waking up. She felt like she could eat an entire elephant right now.
She pulled out her phone, found a show to watch with her meal, and ate while watching—pure bliss.
Before she realized it, night had fallen. Full and satisfied, Xia Zhiwan lay on the bed, bored out of her mind.
She had already watched more than half of a seventy-plus-episode drama, yet Li Xiaohan still hadn’t come back.
Hesitating, she finally dialed the number that had just been removed from her blacklist.
The ringing tone struck against Xia Zhiwan’s heart.
She was afraid the man wouldn’t answer—and even more afraid that everything was just an illusion.
At the company, Li Xiaohan was replaying the woman’s strange behavior in his mind, desperately trying to suppress the thoughts he couldn’t control.
He wanted to fall into her trap.
No matter what kind of trap it was, no matter what she wanted.
As long as she asked, he could give it to her.
But what if it was divorce?
That was something he would never agree to.
And if she made another suicide attempt afterward—what then?
As he wrestled with these thoughts, the woman’s call rang.
He was shocked at first, then quickly answered.
“Wanwan.”
Those two words were filled with Li Xiaohan’s deep, hidden love.
“Ahan, why haven’t you come back yet? I’m all alone at home and so bored.”
The woman’s voice was soft and sweet, sounding as if she’d suffered a great grievance.
All the emotions the man had been suppressing all day collapsed in that instant. He grabbed his coat and headed out.
“I’m coming back right now. Wait for me, Wanwan.”
Whatever her purpose was, he would let her have it.
Xia Zhiwan was the woman he had longed for in his dreams. He wouldn’t give up—and couldn’t give up.
As for that demand he could never accept…
If she dared to bring up divorce, he would go kill that man!
“Sir, you’re back.”
“Mm.”
Li Xiaohan responded briefly and headed straight for the second floor.
The enthusiastic woman behind him watched him go upstairs, her eyes instantly filling with disappointment.
Just a madwoman—why did sir care so much?
She twisted her body and returned to the kitchen, her face full of resentment.
After hanging up, Xia Zhiwan had been pressed against the door, listening to the sounds outside.
Hearing a series of rapid footsteps, she immediately straightened up.
Li Xiaohan stood outside the bedroom door. After hesitating for a moment, he finally opened it.
The moment the door opened, a soft body suddenly threw itself into his arms.
“Ahan, I miss you so much. Did you miss me?”
The man froze, then wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist. “I did.”
Feeling the warmth of his embrace, Xia Zhiwan rubbed against his chest, feeling a little aggrieved.
“I’m so bored being stuck in the room every day. Can you not lock me in here? I’m scared.”
The warmth in the man’s expression instantly darkened.
Sure enough, she has an ulterior motive.
“I swear I won’t do anything stupid to hurt myself again. I won’t go out—just let me stay in our home. I promise.”
The woman raised four fingers beside her small face and spoke solemnly.
“I swear.”
The man’s eyes were dark and unreadable. After thinking for a moment, he finally gave in.
A single word—“Okay”—was forced out of his throat.
Before the woman could cheer, Li Xiaohan released one arm and pinched her chin.
The force wasn’t heavy, but it was full of menace. “Don’t lie to me.”
He forced her to look at him, but she didn’t resist.
When their eyes met, there was none of the disgust or rejection she used to show him.
Instead… he even saw affection.
Xia Zhiwan obediently lifted her head to meet Li Xiaohan’s gaze and tiptoed, trying to kiss him.
But she lost her balance and ended up kissing his throat instead.
Her moist lips brushed against his Adam’s apple, and Xia Zhiwan’s face instantly turned red.
She shyly tried to lower her head, but the man held her chin in place.
Li Xiaohan pressed her against the door, his gaze burning, and bent down to kiss her fiercely.
His tongue tested her between her teeth, while she responded clumsily.
“Wanwan, open your mouth.”
He coaxed her gently, prying her teeth open and plunging in.
One minute later.
Xia Zhiwan lightly pushed against his arm—she couldn’t take it anymore; she couldn’t breathe.
Suppressing his rapid breathing, Li Xiaohan looked at the flushed woman with deep affection.
“After kissing me a few more times, my Wanwan will get used to it.”
Just then, Aunt Wang came upstairs carrying a bowl of soup and happened to see the two of them being so intimate.
But since she was already at the door, it was too late to disappear—even invisibility wouldn’t help.
She stiffly spoke up, “Sir, your porridge.”
Interrupted, Li Xiaohan frowned. “Did I say I wanted porridge? Take it downstairs.”
“T-this…” Holding the bowl, Aunt Wang looked at Xia Zhiwan, caught in a dilemma.
Normally, Li Xiaohan’s words were absolute—but she couldn’t ignore Miss Xia either.
Seeing Aunt Wang’s difficulty, Xia Zhiwan thought of what she’d asked her to cook earlier that afternoon.
“Aunt Wang, is the millet and oat porridge ready?”
“Yes, Miss Xia.”
“Give it to me.”
Xia Zhiwan took the porridge from her, but felt something was a little off.
After thinking for a moment, she suddenly spoke up, “Aunt Wang, you call Ahan ‘sir.’ Shouldn’t you be calling me ‘madam’?”
Caught off guard by the question, Aunt Wang nodded. “Yes.”
Indeed, she should be called madam.
But Aunt Wang remembered very clearly—when Miss Xia had first arrived, she couldn’t stand being called madam.
“That’s good. From now on, call me madam. That way, Ahan and I will sound more like husband and wife.”