Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Li Mingwei gradually whiled away the time, her heart filled with unspeakable melancholy. She longed for the stars, the moon, and finally, her beloved Liu Yizhu returned, the one who could speak.

Lying on the bed with slightly reddened eyes, Li Mingwei gazed at Liu Yizhu and startled him. He dropped his bundle and rushed towards her, kneeling by the bed, grasping her hand. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Choking back her tears, Li Mingwei said, "I want to go out for a walk."

"Walk? If you want to, then let's go."

Liu Yizhu paused for a moment, then reached out to touch her leg, wanting to confirm if it was intact. Li Mingwei understood his intention and extended her leg from under the blanket, wiggling her toes to indicate that she was fine.

He grabbed her restless toes and pushed them back under the covers, reproachfully saying, "Why aren't you wearing socks? Your feet are so cold. I'll go heat some water for you."

Li Mingwei held his hand, preventing him from leaving. "No need. You rest for a while first, and then we'll go out for a walk. My feet will warm up."

"After heating your feet, we can still go out."

"So, are you promising to accompany me for a walk?"

Looking at her smiling face and her sparkling eyes, Liu Yizhu suddenly hesitated. Why did he need to promise to go out for a walk? Something felt a little off.

Seeing that he still hadn't nodded, Li Mingwei couldn't help but feel anxious. She bounced on the bed a few times, hummed lightly, and glared at him sideways.

As soon as she did that, Liu Yizhu felt even more uncertain. He was about to leave, avoiding this predicament, but Li Mingwei moved closer to his lips, coquettishly saying, "Darling~"

Liu Yizhu...

Liu Yizhu leaned down and kissed her, helplessly nodding. "Fine, fine, fine. I promise you."

Old Lady Wang, witnessing this scene, became furious and stormed into the room, giving Liu Yizhu two slaps. She angrily exclaimed, "Are you itching for trouble? Why are you doing that to her?"

"I didn't know I couldn't touch her now!"

Liu Yizhu was clueless, even a little bewildered. Was his mother hitting him for kissing his wife?

Could someone please tell him why!

Li Mingwei smiled as she watched him. Regardless, she had achieved her goal. She didn't care. She had originally wanted to roll a few times, avoiding the war zone, but she was immediately held down by Old Lady Wang. "Don't roll, don't roll. Press on your belly."

Li Mingwei lay flat, pressed down on her clothes, and displayed her flat abdomen for Old Lady Wang to see. "Mother, no belly yet."

"It will come soon, it will come soon." Old Lady Wang helped her cover the blanket and gave her son, who looked like a big silly goose, a shove, sending him out. "Go do whatever you need to do. Don't touch her anymore."

Even if she couldn't move around too much, she could have someone send him a message. When she saw the doctor, he should have been with her. What if something happened? She shouldn't have to handle it alone.

Glancing at his mother, who had been staring at him all this time, he exhaled lightly and calmed his mood, smiling at her. "Is Mother doing well at home recently?"

Old Lady Wang tightened her grip and sensed that he was unhappy. She cautiously replied, "Everything's fine, just fine."

"What about Weiwei? Is she just lying there and not moving?"

"Not exactly. She can occasionally take a walk in the yard. She can't stand being inside all the time and wants to go out. I'm afraid there will be too many people outside, and it wouldn't be good if she bumped into them, so I only let her walk around at home."

Liu Yizhu figured she must have been really fed up. She was originally an active person, but she had been confined to the house for over twenty days. How could she endure it?

He prepared a basin of water, tested the temperature, and carried it over to her.

Li Mingwei watched as Liu Yizhu silently rolled up her trousers and washed her feet. She sensed something was off and wiggled her toes, rubbing them against his palm. When he didn't react, she quickly rubbed them again.

"What's wrong with you?"

Liu Yizhu paused for a second, smiled, raised his head to look at her, and spoke in a slower voice, "What's wrong with what?"

"Why aren't you talking?"

"Do I have to speak when I'm washing your feet?" He smiled. "What should I say?"

Li Mingwei's face slowly sank, his smile looked fake, and he still wanted to deceive her. She pulled her foot out of his hand and moved to the edge of the wooden basin.

Avoiding the splashes of water, Liu Yizhu caught her foot again and whispered, "Stop being difficult. After washing up, I'll take you out for a walk."

Li Mingwei wiped her feet dry with a towel, lay back in bed, and covered herself with the blanket, turning her back to him. "I don't want to go."

Liu Yizhu moved the wooden basin aside and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned over and gently stroked her back. Seeing that she still had a stubborn little face, he reached out and pinched it.

"Don't be like this."

Li Mingwei glared at him. "You were the one who started it."

Liu Yizhu lowered his gaze, pondered for a moment, and leaned closer to her. "I just don't want to argue with you."

"Mingwei, do you really think it's better if I know nothing when you're sick?"

His voice was low and carried a hint of pleading. "I know you're afraid of worrying me, but please don't do this in the future. I already don't have much time to be with you, and I don't want to be unable to be by your side even when you're sick."

Li Mingwei remained silent, gripping his sleeve tightly, and nodded gently.