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

The girl sat on the bed, her pale, haggard face full of tear marks, and her eyes were red and dim as she looked at him.

"I regained my memory."

Zhang Boxuan's pupils shrank sharply, and his brain was unable to react for a moment, "...what did you say?"

"I said, I remember everything now, there's no need to go to a hypnotist."

Zhang Boxuan's head was buzzing. He moved his mouth with difficulty, but found that he could not utter a word.

Obviously, the moment I decided to take her to see the hypnotist, I had already prepared myself mentally for her to recover her memory. But when she suddenly said that she had recovered her memory——

Zhang Boxuan still felt panic-stricken.

She has recovered her memory, so what will she do next?

Zhang Boxuan was feeling uneasy, but he didn't dare to ask. He could only stare at her, concentrating and holding his breath, waiting for her to express her opinion.

Zheng Zhihui breathed a sigh of relief and got out of bed, supporting herself with her hands.

She had been sitting at the head of the bed for most of the night. Now, when she moved, she felt her hands and feet go numb. She just stood up on the edge of the bed, and her legs went limp.

Seeing her body swaying and about to fall, Zhang Boxuan, who was a few steps away, stepped forward and supported her, looking her up and down nervously, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Zheng Zhihui steadied herself and said, "I'm fine."

She gently pushed away his hand that was holding her waist, then took two steps back, putting some distance between them, and then looked up at him.

She didn’t know if it was because she hadn’t slept for the rest of the night, but when she looked at the person in front of her, she felt sore and uncomfortable.

"Thank you for your care these past few days... Oh, no." She tried to smile at him, but her voice was still choked up. "I should say thank you for your care over the past five years."

Zhang Boxuan looked at her tearful eyes, his heart ached, and he said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Hui..."

"It would have been fine if I didn't know before, but now that I remember it, it's not appropriate for me to continue living in your house." Zheng Zhihui interrupted him, took a deep breath, and said, "Starting today, Aunt Liu and I will move out."

Zhang Boxuan's pupils trembled suddenly, and his heart seemed to be blocked by something. The stuffy and uncomfortable feeling turned into a bitter self-mockery in his heart.

Sure enough, as long as she recovered her memory, she would choose to leave him and no longer want him.

An indescribable pain welled up in his heart. He felt his throat choked up, and after a long while he finally asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you really have to go?"

Zheng Zhihui lowered her eyes, secretly calmed down her emotions, and then raised her eyes. She looked at him without any resentment or hatred, but with a sense of sadness and desolation, "We... shouldn't have been entangled together, right?"

Zhang Boxuan felt as if something had stabbed him hard in the heart. He stood there stiffly, his hands hanging at his sides and curled up secretly, not knowing how to ask for the girl to stay.

I don't even have the face to say anything to try to keep him.

After all, it was he who killed her father and turned her from a precious rich girl into what she is now. It is normal that she is unwilling to forgive him.

Therefore, he could only respect her decision.

"...Okay, I understand."

He forced himself to nod graciously.

Both of them didn't know how to look at each other, and they both lowered their eyes, with different thoughts in their minds.

The room was silent for a moment before Zheng Zhihui spoke again, "I want to ask, my brother..."

"He was sentenced to life imprisonment."

Zhang Boxuan raised his eyes and looked at her. "I'm sorry, I can only fulfill my promise to you and spare his life, but he still has to pay the price for his mistakes."

"This is already good."

It’s a good ending that my brother is still alive.

Zheng Zhihui's tears rolled down her cheeks, and she said gratefully in a trembling voice, "Thank you."

Zhang Boxuan couldn't bear to see her crying, and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe away her tears, but when his hand reached mid-air, he felt it was inappropriate, and finally had to pull it back stiffly.

"Then what are your plans next?"

Hearing this, Zheng Zhihui felt confused. After regaining her memory last night, her mind was full of thoughts about the two families and the relationship between her and him.

She only knew that she had to leave his house, and as for what would happen in the future, she could only make plans for it later.

Anyway, she has healthy hands and feet, so she can take good care of herself.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Zhang Boxuan said, "When the Zheng residence was auctioned, I bought it. It is now under your name. You can come home anytime."

Hearing this, Zheng Zhihui's pupils trembled, and she looked at him in astonishment. Before she could speak, she heard him continue:

"Also, when Zheng Corporation was liquidated, I handed over some of your private property that was not affected to a fund company for you to manage. The profits will be remitted to your account on time every month."

He looked at her and said softly, "From now on, even if you do nothing, you can still live a worry-free life."

Zheng Zhihui's heart was pounding. She didn't expect that he had done so much for her while she was unconscious.

But the more he acted like this, the more she didn't know how to face him.

In the end, I could only choke and say, "Thank you," and nothing else.

after an hour.

Zhang Boxuan stood in front of the window of the study, watching the gate in front of the villa slowly open and a car drive out of the villa.

After that, the car slowly disappeared from sight.

gone.

She finally...left.

-

After five years, Zheng Zhihui stood in front of the door of the Zheng family mansion again. She really felt like... a lifetime ago.

The home I once lived in is no longer the same as it used to be.

Both parents are gone, and my brother... is in prison.

From now on, she is the only one left in this world.

Seeing her standing in front of the door for a long time without moving, Aunt Liu couldn't help but whispered, "Miss, let's go in."

"Not going in."

Zheng Zhihui looked at the house in front of her with red eyes and murmured softly.

Aunt Liu was surprised, thinking she had heard wrongly, "Miss, what did you say, you don't want to go in?"

Zheng Zhihui turned her head and looked at her, "Aunt Liu, is your retirement home still vacant?"

Aunt Liu nodded, "It's vacant."

Ever since Zheng Zhihui fell into a coma, Zhang Boxuan asked her to take personal care of Zheng Zhihui and arranged a residence for her near the hospital to make it easier for her to take care of her.

"Can you rent it to me temporarily?"

"Of course." Aunt Liu said, "Oh, Miss, please stop talking about renting. As long as you want to live here, you can stay as long as you want. It's just... I don't understand."

Aunt Liu glanced at the huge villa in front of her and asked, "Miss, why don't you live at home?"

"Family?"

Zheng Zhihui smiled bitterly.

“Without family, where is home?”

If she really moved back, she would probably only miss him every day and be immersed in those painful memories forever.

She would feel suffocated.

Even at this moment, she didn't dare to step in.

I’m afraid that seeing it will only increase my longing and sadness.