Don't provoke the wealthy daughter of rebirth

When she realized that Jiaxue was actually a good girl, but she really had nothing to do with Li Zhengming, Mrs. Li's rejection of Jiaxue became less and less.

For the sake of her son, she even began to deliberately win over Jiaxue, and chatted with Jiaxue about Li Zhengming's life in the past two years.

He is dedicated and affectionate, indeed a rare man.

It's just about emotional matters. It's not whoever is good, you should choose whoever is good.

Jiaxue smiled bitterly and said, "Auntie, I know that Zhengming is very good, but unfortunately I have already made a choice. In terms of feelings, if two people decide to go on together, they should keep their promises to each other and resist the temptations that they have to endure along the way. Instead of comparing frequently, consider how the original choice was, and be ready to welcome better choices at any time."

Mrs. Li was startled.

What Jia Xue said was so right that she couldn't even refute it.

It's just that this is too cruel for Li Zhengming, and he has no chance to stand up.

Sighing, she said in a low voice: "You're right, it's only because Xiao Ming met you too late, when he recovers, I'll try to persuade him, he should have suffered through these two years about there."

Mrs. Li couldn't help but casually said how monotonous and boring his life in England was, like an ascetic.

Jiaxue's heart softened when she heard that.

However, what can be done?

Even though Li Zhengming is affectionate as a friend, Xiang Hanchen is her true son.

In the past two years, he has done everything for her.

Even at this moment, in order to protect her and her family, she is still fighting to the death with the Wen family.

——Now, the struggle between the two families has really reached a fever pitch, and the battle can only be ended with the complete destruction of one family.

There is no other way.

And it was all because of her.

Jiaxue was silent for a long time. Now, all she can see is to take good care of Li Zhengming when he is here, and leave when his memory returns.

They chatted so much that the aroma of stewed squab with ham began to fill the room.

Jiaxue looked at the time and asked Mrs. Li: "Auntie, it seems almost there?"

Mrs. Li nodded, went over to lift the cover, and said, "Your craftsmanship is pretty good."

Jia Xue was ashamed, she did nothing at all.

Seeing her expression, Mrs. Li smiled: "Xiao Ming doesn't know how happy he should be."

Jiaxue took the soup off the fire and poured it into a porcelain cup. Mrs. Li had already quickly prepared the stir-fry, and Jiaxue cooperated with it.

Lunch time soon arrived, and the two entered Li Zhengming's ward with a food box. He saw his mother and Jiaxue getting along well, with a smile on his face: "Mom, Jiaxue, what are you going to do? so long."

Jiaxue opened the food box and said with a smile, "I'll prepare lunch for you."

Li Zhengming said "Oh", and looked at Mrs. Li, clearly asking: Really?

While taking out the food, Mrs. Li said with a smile: "Jiaxue made you stewed squab with ham, which is good for wound recovery. Hurry up and drink more while it's hot."

Jia Xue had already rocked Li Zhengming's hospital bed, quickly pulled up the brackets on both sides of the bed, and put the dining board in place.

When two dishes and one soup were placed in front of him, Li Zhengming sniffed, "It's so delicious."

He smiled happily: "It must be delicious——Jiaxue, I really didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good!"

Jiaxue stuck out her tongue: "Don't expect too much, my aunt taught me now, and I can sell it now, so I can't guarantee the taste."

Mrs. Li joked: "So you don't have much confidence in me as a master!"

Jiaxue was also happy: "The master must be a good master, but I don't know how the apprentice's understanding is! It still depends on the individual to practice."

Mrs. Li rubbed the sun with her hand and said, "I'm tired after coming so far. Since you have nothing to do and Jiaxue is here, I'll go back and rest first."

Everyone knew that she was just giving them some space to be alone, but Li Zhengming was very appreciative: "Ah, Mom, then hurry up and rest for a while—have you eaten?"

Mrs. Li smiled: "The same dishes are still available in the guest room. This is just for the two of you." After she finished speaking, she said goodbye, got up and walked out.

Jiaxue hurriedly sent her to the door, and the nurse also took this opportunity to escape from the room.

Soon there were only the two of them in the room. Li Zhengming looked at Jiaxue with sparkling eyes: "It smells so good, I'm afraid I'll swallow my tongue."

Jia Xue sat on the chair beside the bed and helped him hold the spoon: "Let's have some soup first, I cooked it."

Li Zhengming tried his best to scoop up some, but now he was lying on the raised bed, not sitting up. His posture was limited, so it was still very difficult after all, so he scooped up half a spoonful of the soup randomly, and when he was about to drink it, Jia Xue took back the spoon again: "Let me do it, it's very hot."

She carefully placed it near her lips and blew it, then touched the spoon to her lips to test the temperature, and then smiled: "Come on."

Looking at her kissing movements, Li Zhengming felt that a fire rose from his lower abdomen, burning his whole body a little bit, and his mind almost stopped thinking.

Hearing Jiaxue's cry, she obediently opened her mouth.

The delicious pigeon soup fell between his lips and teeth, and the salty aroma filled his mouth, stirring his taste buds.

It seems that I have never tried such a good taste in my life!

Li Zhengming only felt comfortable all over: "Jiaxue, you are too old."

Jia Xue hasn't tasted it yet, but it smells good. Seeing his serious praise, she took a sip and tried it: "Hey, it really looks good. So I have a talent for being a chef."

Li Zhengming saw that the spoon he had just used was in close contact with Jiaxue's cherry lips in a blink of an eye, he felt a tightness in his throat and swallowed dryly.

Hell, he envied that spoon.

In order to pull himself out of these thoughts, Li Zhengming smiled and said: "Who would be willing to let you be a chef."

She has slender fingers, and she was born to be served by others.

Jia Xue continued to feed him, drank a few mouthfuls of soup, then carefully fed some ham and pigeon meat to him, and said: "Mom said that rice is not suitable for you now, and the porridge I made is very fragrant. Get some for you."

Li Zhengming twitched his index finger: "Yeah." Seeing that Jiaxue only served a bowl of porridge, he asked suspiciously, "Didn't Mom say you didn't eat it either?"

"Eat first."

Li Zhengming quit immediately: "How can I do it, I will do it myself."

Although he enjoyed Jiaxue's feeding, he had no choice but to give up such a wonderful benefit when he thought of her being hungry.

Jia Xue was happy: "Come by yourself, when can you finish a meal." She compromised: "I'll feed you, and I'll eat too."

Li Zhengming immediately compromised, which was indeed the best way.

The sunshine outside the window was as bright as Li Zhengming's mood.

Many years later, when Li Zhengming thought of the scene of sharing lunch with Jiaxue, he couldn't tell whether the weather was really so pure and beautiful that day, or his mood was like a PS software, which could turn everything into the most perfect state.

He even thought that time would stop just like that, and he was willing to sink into that afternoon forever.

Even if the price to be paid is to always carry the piercing pain on his body.

He really didn't care about the pain in his body, he was afraid that the bone-destroying lovesickness would torture his soul.

Like a drug addict, he is even willing never to distinguish fact from imagination.

When his memory is chaotic, he can be so happy, but when the memory returns, he has to face endless loneliness.

The quiet time always flies by quickly, and a few days passed in a blink of an eye, and Li Zhengming was able to get out of bed and walk with her support.

Jiaxue herself, that is, injured her arm, will be weak only if she loses too much blood, and she will naturally recover quickly.

Jia Xue pushed him and walked on the hospital's tree-lined road, enjoying the breeze with the smell of green grass, gently brushing his cheeks.

Li Zhengming said in a low voice: "Jiaxue, I really want time to stop at this moment, the two of us, just keep going."

Jiaxue's heart moved, and she asked, "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden? Aren't we leaving?"

Li Zhengming was stunned by her question, and after a while, he said: "I always feel that my heart is hanging, and I can't get it right."

Jia Xue smiled: "You think too much."

But—the doctor said that the ultimate purpose of her staying is to accompany him to slowly remember everything. The cooperation now is just not to stimulate his fragile nerves, so as not to confuse the memory, followed by confusion sanity.

Jiaxue decided to remind him slowly, so she stopped, walked to his wheelchair, knelt down and asked him, "Zhengming, did you remember something?"

Li Zhengming's eyes dodged: "What do you think?"

Jiaxue asked: "What about us in England—do you feel that I seem to have been there all the time, and it seems that I have never been with you?"

Li Zhengming's mind was buzzing. He sensitively felt that he was losing something, and he said in a panic, "Why don't you stay with me? Aren't you always by my side? Just like now."

Jiaxue sighed and said, "Auntie brought your computer... haven't you looked at it?"

"Look at what?"

"Your mobile phone, your computer..." Jia Xue murmured, "All the saved photos are all by you alone... Where did you throw me?"

Jiaxue's way of questioning made Li Zhengming feel a pain in his heart, and he immediately retorted: "Why am I willing to leave you?"

He wanted to continue to say something, but choked in his throat again.

In the past few days, Mingming Jiaxue is by his side, uneasy but always with her, as if all the happiness right now is like a soap bubble, which will burst at any time.

This kind of uneasiness that goes deep into the bone marrow, he himself naturally has doubts.

I have already looked through the phone, the computer, and even all the text messages stored in the phone.

He didn't have the habit of deleting text messages. There were more than 1000 text messages belonging to Jiaxue, but only a few of them.

Scarce as a diamond buried in the earth.