Chapter 3

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

When Wen Qiao realized she had lost her composure, her expression morphed almost instantaneously into one of concern. “Are there no other injuries?”

“It’s only superficial injuries, they won’t cause any other issues.”

The person in the ward was pushed out. Fu Nanli’s head was bandaged and his eyes were closed, it was clear he was still unconscious. The doctor said that he would wake up after the anesthesia wore off.

The sound of the rain pattered outside the window. At the same time, the consistent lines from both the electrocardiography and electroencephalogram gave Wen Qiao peace of mind. It was as if they represented signs of her life.

She sat by the bed. It was only now that she had the time to take a good look at this man. Somehow, their lives had intertwined by the threads of fate.

The man had a high nose as well as prominent features. Even though he was unconscious, he still gave off a dignified and cold disposition. It was clear that he was a young master of a rich family who had a high status.

Clack. The door was suddenly opened and Wen Qiao saw a white-haired man rushing in, fear evident from the panic in his eyes as well as his flustered movements and stuttering in his voice. “W-What happened… to Young Master?”

Sensing his anxiety, Wen Qiao quickly consoled him and stuck to what she knew. “He had a car accident on the way to the airport. At this stage, his life isn’t in any danger, it’s just that he received an impact to the head. The doctor said that he will wake up very soon, so there is nothing to worry about.”

Despite her attempt to soothe away his fears, the butler’s expression showed he still had lingering doubts.

“Ss…” The man on the bed suddenly gave off a weak sound.

Almost leaping up from where he was, the white-haired man quickly ran to the bed, appearing at a loss as his eyes turned red. “Young Master… Young Master…”

Fu Nanli opened his eyes slowly. When she saw that the man had awakened, Wen Qiao pressed on the button at the top of the bed. The top of the bed was inclined up, and the patient rested in a half-seated position.

Hmm… Wen Qiao carefully observed Fu Nanli’s expression. Judging from his gaze, he seemed to be in a stupor and also appeared confused. He threw a glance at the man who had just entered, his voice sounding hoarse. “You are?”

The white-haired man appeared stunned, his fingers trembling as if he couldn’t believe what Fu Nanli had just said. “Young Master, I-I’m the butler of the Fu family, Uncle Li. What… what’s the matter? You don’t recognize me?”

With her fists clenched unknowingly, Wen Qiao secretly let out a sigh of relief. So he had really lost his memories. Somehow she had lucked out. Thank goodness for this great assist.

Fu Nanli seemed to be in great pain, his expression and gritted teeth showed he was forcing it down as much as he could. There was a hint of impatience in his voice that arose due to the discomfort that he was feeling. “Butler? What butler?”

In contrast, Uncle Li’s expression seemed as if the entire world had collapsed. The doctor happened to come in at this moment and called Uncle Li out, explaining to him the patient’s condition.

Now it was only Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao left in the ward. As he lay there, his daze appeared blurred and unconcerned.

“Who are you?”

Although the man was wearing patient clothes, the dignified and cold aura that he gave off still left Wen Qiao feeling unsettled.

“You don’t remember me?”

As Fu Nanli squinted his eyes slightly, it was clear he was trying to recall her existence. But all he felt was an intense headache that seemed to be steadily growing worse. Ugh. Forget it. He took in a deep breath before he repeated, “Who are you?”

Looking at the man’s blurred vision, Wen Qiao, to save her own life, opened her mouth hesitantly.

“I… I am your wife.”

The ends of the man’s eyes raised slightly, assessing her. Wen Qiao gulped nervously, her fingers forming rough creases as she clenched tightly onto her dress. She faced his slightly invasive and pressurizing gaze, looking very guilty as she gave him a half-hearted smile.

He shouldn’t notice anything, right? After all, he didn’t even recognize the butler, so she shouldn’t be exposed…

She had no intention to scheme anything. She just wanted to stay alive.

He raised his hand slowly, his long and slender finger with distinct joints paused by her face. Wen Qiao instinctively wanted to dodge, but after thinking about it, she felt that she mustn’t do that.

The touch from his fingers was a little cold and there were also some light calluses. He gently pinched her face.

The girl in front of him was beautiful like a porcelain doll, but her gaze was innocent and clear. It was hard to turn his eyes away.

“My wife is… a nurse?”

His elegant and husky voice caused the face of Wen Qiao, who had a carefree character, to heat up all the way to her ears!