The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

He Zhihai waited for a long time, panting.

Li Changpu's expression relaxed a little. He Zhihai picked up the steamed bun from the plate that Xiao Xu was holding and stuffed it into Li Changpu's mouth.

He hasn't eaten for several days.

He ordered, "Eat, people will have energy when they are full!"

Li Changpu chewed a few mouthfuls with difficulty, with those words echoing in his ears.

"Let those who abandoned you see this and make them regret it."

"Li Changpu, I am waiting for the day when you get better. If one day you can stand up again, I will kowtow in front of you and confess my sins, and beg for your forgiveness."

Li Changpu almost choked because he swallowed too quickly. Xiao Xu quickly handed the bowl of porridge to Li Changpu's mouth, and Li Changpu suddenly lowered his head and took a few sips.

Seeing that Li Changpu was finally willing to eat, it meant that he wanted to live and would not commit suicide again. He Zhihai wiped away his tears and patted Li Changpu on the back, "Good boy, now you are like a real man."

Li Changpu was desperately stuffing food into his mouth, his pair of dark eyes were gloomy.

He has to live.

You have to live even if your spine is broken.

He was waiting for Jiang Tingxia to come back and plead with him and admit his mistake.

He chewed hard, as if he was chewing Jiang Tingxia's bones.

……

Because of her injury, Jiang Tingxia lay in bed unable to move. Not only was there a knife wound on her waist, but her face also felt painful as if it was bitten by millions of ants.

Jiang Tingxia said weakly, "Brother Yun Yang, do you have a mirror?"

Mo Yunyang looked at Jiang Tingxia's face wrapped in gauze, feeling a little reluctant, "Tingxia, you take a rest first."

Jiang Tingxia frowned, "My face is ruined, right?"

She was a little flustered, but she still controlled her emotions, "Bring me a mirror, I want to see my face."

At Jiang Tingxia's request, Mo Yunyang had to take out a mirror. Jiang Tingxia saw that her face was wrapped in gauze and she actually reached out to remove it.

Mo Yunyang stretched out his hand to stop him, "Tingxia, you are not well yet, don't move yet."

Jiang Tingxia refused to listen to the advice. She was worried about her current appearance.

Seeing that Jiang Tingxia had made up her mind, Mo Yunyang had no choice but to help her untie the layers of gauze herself. Jiang Tingxia held her breath and looked at herself in the mirror.

When the last layer of gauze was removed and Jiang Tingxia saw her own appearance, she couldn't help but scream.

"what!"

"my face!"

She slammed the mirror down, not wanting to look at it again. She thought Jiang Tinghe had only used the silver hairpin to destroy her face, but she never expected that Jiang Tinghe would write the word "prostitute" on her face, stroke by stroke, in a bloody mess.

Due to her emotional excitement, Jiang Tingxia actually climbed up from the bed, like a female ghost with disheveled hair, she twisted into a ball and howled in pain.

"my face!"

"that's not me."

Mo Yunyang hugged Jiang Tingxia, "Tingxia, don't, you are injured, it will be dangerous if you get so excited."

Jiang Tingxia couldn't listen at all. The face she saw in the mirror just now made her wish she died immediately.

Jiang Tingxia wanted to push Mo Yunyang away, covering her face, and desperately tried to escape, "Don't come over, don't look at me!"

She cried, and her salty tears burned the wound on her face like hot quicklime. Jiang Tingxia's heart hurt more than the wound.

"What should I do? I have become an ugly monster..."

She shouted, "Don't save me, just let me die."

Mo Yunyang held Jiang Tingxia in his arms, his eyes full of heartache, "Tingxia, Brother Yunyang will heal you."

"Let's go to Sogo. I'll find the best doctor to heal your face. You'll be fine."

……

"Doctor, can my face be cured?"

Jiang Tingxia sat at the desk, looking at the foreign doctor in front of him with anticipation.

The doctor looked at Jiang Tingxia's face. He didn't recognize the words on Jiang Tingxia's face, but Jiang Tingxia still felt a little guilty. He avoided the doctor's gaze with a flash of his eyes.

After thinking for a long time, the doctor shook his head regretfully, "The wound is too deep. I can't remove the marks on your face."

Having been disappointed so many times, Jiang Tingxia has become accustomed to it. She silently put on a black hat and a thick scarf of the same color to cover the scars on her face tightly, and walked out of the doctor's clinic with heavy steps.

She was dressed in dark clothes, and her whole body was huddled and gray, not a bit like the peerless beauty she once was. From a distance, she looked dull like an old woman who had experienced many hardships.

Regarding the injuries on her face, Jiang Tingxia has consulted all the doctors she could find, and without exception, they all told her that her face could not be cured.

The words on her face will always be engraved on her face.

She walked with heavy steps back to the apartment she and Mo Yunyang rented. Mo Yunyang was not at home these days, and she was the only one at home. Jiang Tingxia sat on the sofa for a long time, finally got up, found a piece of iron, picked it up with tweezers, and put it in the fireplace.

Watching the flames burning the iron sheet red, Jiang Tingxia did not hesitate at all, nor did he show any unnecessary expression on his face.

She sat at the table and looked at the disgusting face in the mirror.

This is a foreign country, and no one recognizes the words on her face, but Jiang Tingxia still feels guilty and is afraid of being stared at.

No one could heal the scar and restore her face to its original state. Jiang Tingxia felt desperate. She looked in the mirror, picked up the copper sheet, and covered the words Jiang Tinghe had written on her face...

There was a terrifying hissing sound, and Jiang Tingxia screamed. The tweezers and the iron sheet fell to the ground with a bang. She curled her hands together, but did not dare to touch her face...

However, the word of humiliation will never appear on her face again.

It hurts so much, it feels like I'm dying.

In fact, she really should have died like this.

But Mo Yunyang came back and sent her to the hospital, and she did not die after all.

From then on, Jiang Tingxia wore a black veil, covering her entire face, leaving only a pair of eyes that were numb with pain, no longer having the brilliance of the past.

Mo Yunyang failed in business several times and lost all his money. Later, he became a professor at a university. Jiang Tingxia became a librarian. She stayed in the library every day, with the books, and did not interact with other people.

She never wanted to go back again, and only occasionally dreamed about the past.

Also, people.

But later on, she didn't even dare to think about it.

She will live her whole life wearing a veil to hide her appearance.

She will never go back.