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

"I lost my memory. Is there anything wrong with wanting to restore it?"

Zheng Zhihui looked at him with puzzled and probing eyes, "On the contrary, Brother Xuan, why do I feel that you don't really want me to recover my memory?"

Zhang Boxuan was stunned when he saw her say that. He avoided her gaze awkwardly and said, "I don't think that."

"Really?" Zheng Zhihui smiled noncommittally, "Then Brother Xuan also hopes that I can recover my memory as soon as possible?"

Zhang Boxuan looked at her in silence.

Their eyes met and they confronted each other silently for a long time. In the end, Zhang Boxuan was the first to give in. Sighing helplessly, he stood up and walked to sit beside her.

"Have you ever thought that since your subconscious mind makes you forget the past, this means that the memories of the past may not necessarily be happy for you?"

Zheng Zhihui's face turned pale, and her fingers curled up unconsciously, "What do you want to say?"

Zhang Boxuan looked at the girl in front of him with a deep gaze and said, "Xiao Hui, forgetting the past is not a bad thing for you."

Zheng Zhihui's pupils trembled violently.

Zhang Boxuan stared at her with honest eyes, "I don't mean to prevent you from recovering your memory. I just hope... you can live a happier life in the future."

Zheng Zhihui was a little confused. She was silent for a long time before she spoke, "But the past is also a part of my life. Whether it is happy or sad, it should not be cut off."

"It was fine that I didn't realize I had lost my memory before, but now I can't just pretend it doesn't exist." She raised her hand to cover her chest. "Although I won't lose a piece of flesh without that memory, I always feel like there's a piece missing here. This makes me feel confused about the past and the future."

Her eyes were red, and she looked at him bitterly, "Brother Xuan, tell me, how can a person who has lost his past have a happy future?"

Moreover, if she didn't figure out what happened in the past, she wouldn't know how to get along with him in the future.

Her words made Zhang Boxuan feel sour and distressed. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.

After a long while, he adjusted his mood and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. Aunt Wu has prepared the meal. Let's go downstairs and eat first."

Zheng Zhihui saw that he was avoiding the topic and turned her face away slightly, "I'm not hungry yet, Brother Xuan, you go and eat."

Zhang Boxuan paused.

Now she doesn't even want to have dinner with me?

Just as he was about to say something, he heard Zheng Zhihui say, "I want to sleep for a while."

Zhang Boxuan's words were choked in his throat. He looked at her for a moment, and finally nodded, "Okay, when you wake up, I'll ask Aunt Liu to make some food for you."

"Thank you."

This "thank you" once again made Zhang Boxuan feel suffocated.

Before she regained her sanity, she never said "thank you" to him. Even if she wanted to express her gratitude, she would just smile sweetly and say, "Brother Xuan is the best."

But now...

Has she become so distant from him?

Zhang Boxuan felt uncomfortable, but didn't say anything. He got up and left her room.

Zheng Zhihui's current attitude and what she just said made Zhang Boxuan feel annoyed. He also lost his appetite and simply went to the study.

He didn't eat dinner either.

Wu Ma and Liu Ma downstairs saw that the two had not come down for a long time, so they went upstairs and found that the two were locked in a room, ignoring each other and saying that they would not eat tonight.

"What's going on? I noticed that your young lady seems a little cold towards my young master these past two days? Are they... having a quarrel?" Aunt Wu whispered to Aunt Liu.

Aunt Liu immediately protected her young lady, "No way, my young lady just hasn't been feeling well these past two days. She likes your young master, so how could she ignore him?"

"is it?"

"That's natural."

"But why haven't I seen Miss Zheng clinging to the young master these past two days?" Aunt Wu said, "She doesn't sleep with him anymore."

She knew the young master she raised best. Although Zhang Boxuan didn't say anything, Wu Ma could tell from his expression that he was feeling a little depressed these past two days.

Although her young master always had a expressionless face, ever since Miss Zheng moved in, every time he came home, Miss Zheng would happily rush over to hug him and say she missed him. Whenever Aunt Wu saw Zhang Boxuan, her eyes would be bright and smiling.

Wu Ma hadn't seen that kind of happiness on his face for many years.

"Before, my young lady had the mental faculties of a five or six-year-old and didn't understand anything. But now her mind has returned to normal. How can a grown-up girl still sleep with a young master?" Aunt Liu defended Zheng Zhihui.

"Tell me, if your young lady regains her memory, will she..."

Will she stop being with the young master?

Aunt Wu was a little worried. Her young master was already in his thirties and was eagerly waiting for Miss Zheng. What would happen to the young master if Miss Zheng didn't want to be with him in the end?

Since it was a matter concerning the young lady's decision, Aunt Liu couldn't say anything and could only play it by the bush. "This is between the young master and the young lady. We shouldn't worry about it."

It was almost eight o'clock. Aunt Liu made a bowl of noodle soup that Zheng Zhihui liked and brought it upstairs. Aunt Wu felt sorry for her young master being hungry, so she followed him upstairs.

As soon as Aunt Wu entered the study, she smelled a strong smell of cigarettes. Seeing the man at the desk holding a cigarette in his hand, she hurried forward.

"Oh Master, you haven't even eaten yet, why are you still smoking so much? It's very bad for your health."

Seeing her approaching, Zhang Boxuan put out the cigarette in his hand and looked up at the clock on the wall. "I asked Aunt Liu to make some hot food for Xiaohui at this time. Has she eaten?"

"Madam Liu has already sent it upstairs to the young lady." Madam Wu asked him, "Master, do you want to eat anything? I'll make it for you."

"Auntie Wu, you don't have to bother me. I'm not hungry."

"That won't work. You have to eat something even if you're not hungry. You can't just eat a belly full of cigarettes as a meal."

Seeing his dejected expression, Aunt Wu couldn't help but lean closer and ask in a low voice, "Is it because the young lady ignored you these past two days that you are unhappy?"

Hearing this, Zhang Boxuan's ears turned red quietly, and he coughed lightly as if to hide his embarrassment, "Auntie Wu, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Just as Aunt Wu was about to say something, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open.

They both looked over at the same time, only to see Aunt Liu in a panic, "Master Zhang, go check on my young lady, she, she...is unconscious."

"what?"

Zhang Boxuan's eyes flashed with horror, and he suddenly stood up and strode out.

He rushed into Zheng Zhihui's room as fast as he could and saw her lying on the bed with her eyes closed and a strange blush on her face. Zhang Boxuan's pupils suddenly shrank and he reached out to touch her forehead, which was burning hot.

"She has a fever."

He immediately took out his cell phone and called Dr. Zhou.

after an hour.

Watching Dr. Zhou taking Zheng Zhihui's temperature again, Zhang Boxuan asked nervously, "How is it?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. Miss Zheng just has a common fever. She has been given a fever-reducing injection and is fine now." Doctor Zhou said, "If her temperature rises again at night, we can just cool her down physically."

Hearing this, Zhang Boxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Doctor Zhou frowned in confusion. "When I saw Miss Zheng this morning, she was quite stable. How come she suddenly had a low-grade fever? Did she catch a cold, or did she eat something cold?"