Remember Self-Control: Bossy Husband Loves Me Deep to Soul

It had been 14 hours, and the anesthetic should have worn off, but Si Wan was still in a coma.

A faint smile was still lingering at the corners of her mouth as if she was dreaming of something wonderful.

The two old men were already senile. Such suffering made them under the weather.

Sitting quietly by Si Wan’s sickbed, the two elders looked at each other with smiles and then turned their gaze to Si Wan.

“Father, Uncle Si, you should take a rest. Xiuya and I will be here.”

It had been the sixth time he tried to persuade the two seniors to rest. Senile as they were, they ate and drank nothing. At a point, they might break down.

They turned a deaf ear to Gong Yanchen’s persuasions and stayed by Si Wan’s side.

Gong Yanchen winked helplessly at his wife for help.

Watching her husband failing again and again, Yan Xiuya even doubted why she took a fancy to this stupid man back then, for he knew nothing about tactful expressions.

“Uncle Si, father, Si Wan should revive soon. By then, if she sees your condition, she might be so worried, and her wound might deteriorate again…”

Hearing Yan Xiuya’s words, they looked at each other. Indeed, their faces were drawn and haggard from sleeplessness.

“Why are you so ugly?”

They pointed at each other and cried out in unison.

Under the support of Gong Yanchen and Hua Er, they finally agreed to eat something and do a wash-up.

Yan Xiuya was left alone in the ward. Watching the feeble Si Wan in the sickbed, she then took a glance at Gong Siming, who was standing outside like a pole. She ordered sourly.

“Gong Siming, get in now!”

Hearing Yan Xiuya’s voice, Gong Siming moved his feet slightly forward but then went back to square one.

“If you don’t want to see Si Wan ever again, just stay where you are!”

Without anyone’s notice, the beard had grown on his glamorous and handsome face, which made him look rough and mature.

He moved every step with difficulty as if his shoes were filled with lead.

He stood still in front of the sickbed and watched Si Wan lying quietly.

A faint smile appeared on his face, and her words echoed in his ears.

“If I die, you won’t hate me anymore? That’s great!”

He felt bitterness in his heart. Hatred wouldn’t come out of nowhere, especially when love was involved.

Her hatred was in direct proportion to the love she used to have for him!

But neither of them understood it!

In terms of sentiment, they were equally unsophisticated, confused and inexperienced.

He was speechless, neither did he know what to say!

He just stood there quietly and watched carefully. Whenever she smiled, he would do the same.

The eyelids were so heavy that Si Wan took pains to lift.

Vaguely she saw a figure, but when she tried to search for it again, she saw nothing.

She pouted with self-mockery.

Sure enough, the moment when Si Wan opened her eyes, Gong Siming fled like a thief at the sight of a cop.

Watching his son fleeing in a haste, Yan Xiuya didn’t have time for him but took care of awakened Si Wan. In the meanwhile, she pushed the alarm bell to call the doctors.

The doctors hurried over, and the two elders who were about to rest were also alarmed.

Unwittingly, they all swarmed into the ward.

The spacious ward instantly became crowded.

Widening her innocent big eyes, she saw the gaze from so many people, especially her grandfather, whose tears were welling up in his eyes.

Behind the oxygen mask, she showed a sweet smile. Touched by her slight change of expression, people all shed tears. It also pricked the heart of the tall figure standing outside.

In such a bad condition, she still cared about others’ feelings. When would she think more of herself?

In the crowded ward, the doctors found it hard to do their work.

In desperation, they had to drive away everyone so as to do the examination.

The quick examination lasted less than five minutes. But for some people, it felt like a century.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

As soon as the doctor came out, people all swarmed over.

Under the bombardment of the questions, the doctor was confused.

In the end, Yan Xiuya once again came out to stabilize the situation, and the doctor told them the diagnosis.

“Mrs. Gong has passed the critical stage. She needs to be hospitalized for observation, after which she can leave the hospital and go home.”

Everyone’s anxiety was finally relieved.

“But the patient needs to rest properly, keep in good spirit and obtain sufficient nutrition.”

These words embarrassed them. Should a dignified junior mistress from one of the wealthiest families in the imperial capital and even all over the world suffer from malnutrition?

People were left speechless. Yan Xiuya talked for a few minutes with the doctor, and the others all entered the ward except Gong Siming in the corner.

On the third day, Si Wan looked much better, and her vital signs were completely stabilized. All the cumbersome equipment had been removed, and Si Wan was in a much better mood.

Xiaoyu came here every day to chat with Si Wan.

Feng Qi and Zhang Qilin also dropped by but were intercepted by Gong Siming at the door.

Because of this incident, Zhang Qilin beat Gong Siming up, but he didn’t fight back.

He silently watched Si Wan from outside every day. She smiled as usual, and it seemed without him, she was not unhappy.

Every night, Si Huating would keep Si Wan company. Unable to dissuade her stubborn grandfather, Si Wan asked for a bed for Si Huating in her ward.

One night, Si Wan was peeling an apple for Si Huating.

Si Huating’s spirit was lifted at the sight of her lively appearance. His smart girl was back.

“Wan, go home with grandpa.”

Standing outside, Gong Siming held his breath and listened carefully to the voices inside.

“Sure.”

She replied without the slightest hesitation as if that was what she wanted.

The feeling of impending death this time had been imprinted on Si Wan’s mind.

That was it. She died once, and her guilt for Feng Ling was offset. Besides, who would compensate her for her humbleness, pain and broken heart in the past two years?

Maybe this time, god had given her a chance to live all over again.

How could she waste the painstaking effort of god?

She had told herself, as long as she could pull through, she would be herself again.

Besides, so many days had passed, but Gong Siming never visited her. She felt unnecessary to humiliate herself anymore.

When her grandfather cried by her sickbed. His helplessness, loneliness, and agony awakened her.

She couldn’t bear to see her grandfather worrying about her again.

When she woke up, she found her grandfather seemed to have aged by ten years overnight.

At the thought of this, Si Wan brought up her naughtiness in the past as well as her memories of her parents and her yearnings for them.

She talked about all those happy things, among which not a single word was about Gong Siming.

Si Wan was making a comeback.

“Yesterday you treated me like dirt, today I will vanish from your world. Does this sound satisfying?”