After cheating into marriage, the perverse and evil young man turns into a wife slave in seconds

Zheng Zhihui, in a daze, stood in front of the washstand, staring blankly at herself in the mirror, her hair and body wet.

The image that just flashed through her mind made her feel confused and hesitant.

She didn't understand why these images appeared in her mind, and why Brother Xuan who appeared in her mind hated her so much.

He also told her many times that—

He doesn't like her and wants her to stay away from him.

Zheng Zhihui was very sure that this was not a nightmare.

Because these images did not appear in her dreams, but were fragments of memory that emerged in her mind when she was conscious.

But...how is this possible?

Brother Xuan was obviously very good to her. Just yesterday, he told her in person that he loved her very much and would never leave her.

How could he hate her?

Why do I have such a strange picture in my mind?

and also……

Zheng Zhihui's gaze slowly moved down from the pale and bloodless face, and finally stopped at a scar on the chest.

Is it really like what Liu Ma said, that she accidentally fell and got injured?

Why did she keep having the image of being shot at this location in her mind?

"Xiao Hui?"

The sudden knock on the door interrupted Zheng Zhihui's thoughts.

Zhang Boxuan waited for a long time but the person inside didn't come out. He couldn't help but feel worried, so he knocked on the bathroom door.

After waiting for a while, no one answered, so he knocked on the door again, raising his voice a little, "Xiao Hui, are you okay?"

no respond.

"Xiao Hui? If you have nothing to do, can you answer my call?"

There was still no response from inside, and Zhang Boxuan began to feel uneasy. However, no matter how anxious he was, he still patiently asked, "Then I can come in?"

Not getting a response, he didn't care about anything else and reached out to turn the door handle, but when his hand was about to touch it, the door handle suddenly turned.

Then the door was opened from the inside. Zhang Boxuan looked up and saw Zheng Zhihui, who was wearing pink pajamas but had a pale face, standing inside the door and staring at him.

"Xiao Hui, why do you look so bad? Are you feeling unwell?"

Facing his concerned and nervous expression, Zheng Zhihui's heart became even more confused. She didn't know which one was the real him.

"No, I just choked on the water accidentally, and I'll be fine after a while."

For the first time, she avoided his gaze, but Zhang Boxuan was so focused on her that he didn't notice her expression at all. He just pulled her in front of him and looked her up and down. "Why are you so careless? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Zheng Zhihui lowered her eyelashes, her eyes fell on the hand he held tightly, and she shook her head gently, "No."

She lowered her head. Zhang Boxuan couldn't see her expression. He thought she was afraid that he would scold her, so he said softly, "I'm glad you're okay. Was it because you were too sleepy and didn't pay attention? Then don't take a bath tomorrow. Take a shower tomorrow instead."

The person with his head lowered in front of him didn't say anything, but just nodded silently.

Zhang Boxuan's eyes fell on her wet hair, "Come here, I'll help you dry your hair first."

Seeing him pulling her towards the dressing table, Zheng Zhihui suddenly used a little force to break free from his hand.

Zhang Boxuan was stunned for a moment, then looked back at her in surprise and confusion, "What's wrong?"

Zheng Zhihui also realized what she had done after she broke free. When she met his probing gaze, her heart tightened and she said hurriedly, "No, you, you haven't taken a shower yet, go take a shower, and let Aunt Liu blow dry my hair."

Zhang Boxuan thought she was feeling sorry for him, and a smile flashed across his face, "Okay, then I'll ask Aunt Liu to come in."

Five minutes later, Zhang Boxuan entered the bathroom and Liu Ma was blow-drying her hair in front of the dressing table.

The young lady, who usually holds a doll or a toy in her arms at this time, had nothing in her hands today. She sat there motionless and silent. Aunt Liu felt a little strange and looked in the mirror. She saw Zheng Zhihui staring at herself in the mirror with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Miss, what are you thinking about?" Aunt Liu couldn't help asking.

Zheng Zhihui's thoughts were brought back by her. She looked at Aunt Liu in the mirror, was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly asked, "Aunt Liu, is the scar on my chest really caused by a fall?"

Hearing this, Aunt Liu paused, "...Yes."

Zheng Zhihui stared at her changing expression, "Where did you fall? Why is there such a scar?"

Aunt Liu didn't expect that she would suddenly ask about this, and she felt a little guilty. "It's just... you accidentally fell while playing, and hit a sharp object, and then you bled a lot. The doctor performed surgery and left this scar."

"What weapon?"

"It's... it's scissors."

"Scissors?"

Zheng Zhihui looked at her with an unreadable expression.

"……Yes."

Aunt Liu didn't dare to look her in the eye, but she felt in her heart that there seemed to be something different about the young lady today.

Before Zheng Zhihui took her first shower after waking up, Zhang Boxuan privately told Liu Ma that if she asked about the scars on her body, she should find an excuse to fool her and not say they were gunshot wounds so as not to scare her.

Sure enough, Zheng Zhihui asked about it when taking a bath, and Liu Ma said at the time that it was an accidental injury from a fall. Although Zheng Zhihui showed that she didn't like the scar at the time, she didn't question it.

But now when she asked again, not only did her eyes become bright, but even the logic of her questions... seemed beyond the capabilities of a five or six-year-old child.

Could it be that the young lady's mind has returned to normal?

Aunt Liu immediately raised her eyes to look at Zheng Zhihui, her eyes were full of inquiry, "Miss, why... do you suddenly ask this?"

Zheng Zhihui's eyes met hers through the mirror. They stared at each other for two seconds and smiled faintly. "I saw it while taking a shower just now. I just thought of it and asked casually."

Oh I see.

Aunt Liu sighed with some disappointment.

She thought the young lady was fine.

Speaking of this wound, Liu Ma also felt melancholy.

The young lady has attached great importance to the care of her body skin since she was a child, and has always demanded perfection in the management of her figure and skin.

In the past, her skin was maintained as smooth as lanolin, without a single blemish. However, an accident five years ago left her with such a large scar.

Although Zhang Boxuan later specially invited a professional medical beauty expert to perform restorative care on her, and the scar was not as hideous as it was right after the operation, it still remained a scar.

Aunt Liu didn't dare to imagine how sad her young lady would be if she regained her memory one day and saw the mark on her body.

"Mother Liu."

Zheng Zhihui suddenly called out, and Aunt Liu suddenly pulled herself back from her thoughts and looked at her.

"Why did you stop? Did you finish playing?"

"Oh, it's almost done. Just blow the ends of your hair again." Aunt Liu quickly started blowing her hair again.

Zheng Zhihui looked at Aunt Liu in the mirror for a while, then spoke again, "Aunt Liu, you have been with me growing up, right?"

"Yes." Aunt Liu couldn't be distracted any more, and answered while blowing her hair carefully, "I am your nanny. I have taken care of you since you were a little kid."

"What about my parents?"