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"Wow, this is a mountain of gold. Wife, looks like the punishment today won't be little."

Zhuo Wei Ting smiled. He hugged Zi Yan but didn't turn off the tap, as long as she turned it off.

"Hubby, you look so pretty when you smile."

Looking at this face with deep facial features, Zi Yan suddenly asked.

"It's no use, your flattery hit the horse's leg."

Zhuo WeiTing immediately retracted his smile. He could not even remember the word 'smile' anymore. He could not even remember the last time he smiled.

"You sit down first, I'll go find a tool to assist with the bathing."

After saying that, Zhuo Weitang placed Zi Yan on the toilet seat again. After sizing up the bathroom for a while, he left.

Not long later, Zhuo WeiTing brought a rope and watched him operate it. Zi Yan was about to faint.

He had actually tied the rope in the middle of the bath. Judging from the height of his rope, could it be that he wanted her to place her legs in the bath and hang them in the air?

"Hubby, don't tell me you're hanging my leg up for dinner?"

Zi Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Your suggestion is not bad, but I have no appetite for jade legs in plaster, so this one has another use."

As expected, Zhuo WeiTing walked over and extended his hand to cover Zi Yan's clothes.

"No need, I can do it myself."

Zi Yan saw that he was moving so quickly, while she was speaking, the buttons on her shirt had already been unbuttoned, and she could only hold on tightly to her clothes with her hands, not allowing him to take it off.

"Yan'er, you are a patient right now, and taking care of your sick wife is your responsibility as a husband."

Zhuo Weitang bent down and whispered ambiguously into Zi Yan's ear.

"Hubby, my leg is injured, not my hand. I can do it myself."

"Are you sure?"

Zhuo WeiTing looked into her shy eyes, and his heart skipped a beat as he bent his head to catch her red lips.

"Wu, I …"

Zi Yan wanted to say that she was sure, but that domineering kiss swallowed all of her words.

She could only passively accept his kiss. His lips seemed to have been electrocuted, causing Zi Yan to be unable to remember what she wanted to say.

His large hands seemed to be on fire, igniting enthusiasm wherever they went.

When Zhuo Weoting's big hand moved, her entire body trembled as if her energy had been sucked out, the air in her lungs sucked away.

"Yan'er, can we wash it later?"

Zhuo WeiTing's quiet voice revealed his desire.

"Hubby, my leg …"

Without waiting for Zi Yan to tell him that her leg was injured, Zhuo WeiTing picked her up and the two switched seats, except Zi Yan was currently sitting on his thigh.

Zi Yan's injured leg hung in the air, her lips that had just been freed were snatched away after breathing in the hot air.

"Help me take off my clothes."

Zhuo Weitang's hoarse voice sounded as if it was suffering from extreme torture.

Zi Yan's rationality had long been vaporized by Zhuo WeiTing's warm kiss, so with a single word from him, she would immediately make a move.

It was just that her hand was a little clumsy, and she was unable to undo a single button for a long time.

Zhuo Wei Ting punished her by biting her …

"Urgh …"

Zi Yan's sharp cry was accompanied by a wild action, and all of Zhuo WeiTing's shirt buttons flew out.

"Wife, I like your actions."

Zhuo Wei Ting froze for a second, his face was filled with surprise and joy, this was the first time he called Zi Yan his wife.

Hearing that, Zi Yan immediately buried her head in Zhuo Weitang's chest, she was so violent and embarrassing just now.

"Ugh …" I don't have the face to see anyone anymore. "

Zi Yan swallowed, she was truly too embarrassed to meet anyone, she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.

"It doesn't matter. No one else will know about this. Wife, my punishment is about to begin."

Zhuo Weitong bit Zi Yan's earlobe and said.

Because of her injuries, Zi Yan's jeans had already changed into a skirt during plaster casting. Originally she was afraid of hurting her leg, but now it was more convenient for Boss Zhuo.

"Hubby, don't, this is so shameful, so weird."

Although she was a married woman, Zi Yan was still very afraid of this.

"You have to know, no matter what happens between husband and wife, it's normal. The most important thing is what we think."

They all say that you can't do it when you're in love, but what if you get hurt?

It was just that this passion only made things worse for her.

"Yan'er, what's wrong?"

Seeing Zi Yan lying motionlessly on his shoulder, Zhuo WeiTing became a little nervous.

"Nothing, I'm just so tired."

Although her legs were in pain, Zi Yan didn't say anything. She didn't want Zhuo WeiTing to worry about her.

"Alright, let's take a bath then. We'll wake up later to eat."

Zhuo Weitang picked up Zi Yan and walked to the side of the bathtub. The water felt a little cold, so he let out some water and added some hot water.

Letting Zi Yan lie in the bathtub, her injured leg now seemed to have no effect.

"Yan'er, don't you think this method of mine is a good one?"

Zhuo Weitang said with a hint of a reward.

"Yes, but the legs are uncomfortable."

Zi Yan felt a little dizzy. She didn't expect Zhuo Weitang to be so childish.

Picking up the bath milk, Zi Yan decided to wash up and return to bed.

However, Zhuo WeiTing insisted on washing Zi Yan's face. Thinking about the consequences of her passion just now, Zi Yan's face stiffened a little.

"Don't have such an expression, I promise I won't take you here anymore. Be good and be good."

Zhuo Weitang said while sticking to Zi Yan's cheek.

Although Zhuo Wei Ting kept kissing her, he really didn't have any other intentions. However, Zi Yan was still very worried.

She didn't dare to say that her leg was hurting, but she also didn't dare to let Zhuo WeiTing leave.

That day, Zi Yan had become much more cheerful, and she was very grateful, grateful to the Zhuo father and son. She left in such a quiet manner, yet they did not reprimand her.

Originally, Zhuo WeiTing had prepared a wheelchair for Zi Yan, but since Zi Yan didn't like it, she felt like a cripple.

On the second day they returned to the Zhuo Family home, Zi Yan took the initiative to ask for supplementary lessons, so she didn't want them to worry about her anymore.

She was already Mrs. Zhuo, and she couldn't be like a child any longer. She had to grow up and be worthy of being Mrs. Zhuo.

However, her running away from home and the news of Zhuo WeiTing reporting had completely exposed her relationship with him.

In the outside world, it was even rumored that Zhuo WeiTing had used underhanded methods to force her to marry into the Zhuo Family. It was also said that she had fled because she could not bear the abuse of the Zhuo Family.

The next moment, the all-pervasive media reporter dug up all her past.

It was just that Zi Yan did not know that there had already been such a big commotion outside.

Zhuo Weiting turned the Zhuo family into a piece of pure land, and all the newspapers in the house were closed, and no one was allowed to talk about it.

Even the reporter at the door was dealt with by the police.

However, there were still many passersby outside the Zhuo Family's gate. They would glance over at the Zhuo Family from time to time.

However, after much deliberation, he had missed out on the Song Family and Song Laidi's thick skin.

That morning, Zhuo WeiTing went to work while Zhuo Minghui went to play chess at his old friend's house.

In the morning, Zi Yan studied foreign languages and music.

At 9: 30 in the morning, the foreign language class ended. After sending off the teacher, Zi Yan rested for a while and prepared to begin her music class.

However, without reporting to Zi Yan, Aunt Gui had brought the Song Family that she didn't want to see the most.

"Young mistress, your mother's elder sister has come to see you."

Madam Gui did not know about the matters between the Song sisters and thought that Song Laidi's appearance would make Zi Yan happier.

Originally, she was also doing this out of good intentions, so she let Song Laidi in without asking for Zi Yan's permission.

"Sister Gui, please ask this lady to leave. My surname is Zhuo, not Song."

When Zi Yan saw Song Laidi's malicious smile, her good mood instantly disappeared.

Ah!" "Young mistress, this …

"Sister, you don't have to be so afraid of me. I only came to see you under father's orders."

As Song Laidi spoke, she even sat down on the sofa.

"The person has already seen it. You can invite him now."

Zi Yan's face was cold. If it was the past, she would definitely have acted like this. But this was the Zhuo Family, her home. Song Laidi was only an outsider, so there was no need to be afraid of her.

"Tsk, tsk, the person with a husband is indeed different. He is more courageous than before."

Song Laidi taunted.

"Have you said enough? If you've said enough, please leave. I'm about to start class."

Zi Yan stood up with her cane, gesturing to the awkward music teacher to start her lessons.

"Sister, is this how the Zhuo Family treats its guests? Even if you don't welcome me, the person who comes is a guest, right?

Song Laidi did not seem to plan to leave just like that. She crossed her legs and asked for tea.

"Young mistress, this …"

Aunt Gui stood at the side, feeling rather embarrassed. It was true that she should serve tea and snacks to the guests, but it seemed that the young mistress was very, very unhappy.

"Aunt Gui, let's see her leave after she finishes her tea. Our Zhuo Family will not receive anyone surnamed Song in the future."

As Zi Yan spoke, she turned and walked upstairs.

"Lil 'Sis, dad asked me to tell you something, I almost forgot."

As Zi Yan was climbing the stairs, Song Laidi suddenly stood up and walked to her side.

"I have nothing to do with Song. Please don't appear in front of me again."

Zi Yan stopped, not because she wanted to hear something, but to remind her that she did not want to have anything to do with Song.

"Sister, your words are too heartless. You know that I'm the one who gave you the position of Mrs. Zhuo. You should at least say a word of thanks."

Song Laidi stood on the stairs, not knowing what to do.

"You're right, I should be grateful to you for abducting me to the Zhuo Family. I thank you for drugging me. Sister Gui, see our guest out."

Zi Yan looked coldly at Song Laidi. This Third young mistress was like a replica of that woman. She never wanted to see her again, as she hated the Song Family.

With that, Zi Yan pushed Song Laidi away and walked upstairs. She didn't expect Song Laidi to kick Zi Yan when she was about to leave.

"Young Mistress!"

"Mrs. Zhuo!"

The music teacher and sister-in-law saw Zi Yan fall head first onto the stairs and screamed.

Zi Yan was using her hands to prop herself up the stairs, but her face was covered in blood.

Her forehead had hit the edge of the stairs, leaving a long gash on the sharp side. Blood dripped down her forehead and face.

Song Laidi was frightened by Zi Yan's bloodied face. This time, she did not need to speak anymore, and just ran off while walking on her high heels with a pale face.

"Young Mistress, how are you?"

Aunt Gui was also frightened. The Zhuo family knew that their young master doted on the Young Mistress, but today she was injured.

"Call an ambulance."

The teacher was also frightened. He shouldn't have cared about this, but he had no choice but to pay attention to the daily reports.

He knew that the student had had a tragic childhood, and he sympathized with her.

He originally thought that the truth was like what the report said, that he was forced to marry by Zhuo Weiting using despicable means.

However, hearing the conversation between the Song sisters today, he knew the truth. So every family was a monster.

"No need, I'm fine. Sister Gui, just help me pick up the OK. It's fine."

Zi Yan used her hand to hold the stairs to prevent Aunt Gui from making a phone call. Compared to the past, this was only a small wound, it was nothing.

"No, I think you need to go to the hospital for this wound."

Seeing how stubborn Zi Yan was, her teacher had no choice but to forcefully carry her.

Her forehead and face were covered with blood. It was frightening, and there was a lot of blood on the stairs.

"Put me down, no, I don't need to go to the hospital."

Zi Yan shouted, but her head was spinning.