He didn’t know how long it would take for him to recover from the wounds, and he did not have the courage to tell his sweetheart.
“When will she be coming back, then?” Ye Shuyun was keen on meeting her daughter-in-law. She also wanted to find out whether her son’s wounds had been worth their price. On second thought, she decided that her son should be the judge of that.
“Two months later,” calculated Lu Yi. Time flew by, and almost a year had passed since his sweetheart’s enlistment. She would be leaving the armed forces soon. Being a soldier wasn’t easy, but she made it.
Ye Shuyun had wanted to ask more, but decided against it in consideration of her son’s disposition. As her son said, she will get her answers when the time comes. Throwing these questions around was pointless if she could not meet her in person.
She then felt relieved, knowing that her troublesome son would have a home of his own in the future.
Still, she was pained whenever she looked at his wounds.
His wounds, mostly consisted of scrapes and bruises, were nothing severe, but there was a risk of infection. Plus, the surface area of his injuries was staggering. Lu Sr. had not held back in the slightest when caning him. Perhaps he would have if Lu Yi took a step back, but he never did.
He had used these injuries to earn a spot for Yan Huan in the Lu Family. To him, it was worth it.
And ever since the lashing, Lu Sr. hasn’t paid a single visit, as though he had forgotten about his grandson. Ye Jianguo was livid at him. What’s wrong with a man getting married?
Or did he want his grandson to be single for the rest of his life?
Ye Jianguo was in support of Lu Yi marrying the woman of his choice. In this day and age, who goes through arranged marriages? If his grandfather ordered him to marry a fool, would he oblige and give birth to another fool?
And so, the two old men who had been through the larger part of their lives rolled their eyes at the sight of each other, each unhappy with the other.
But that was their business. After being hospitalized for about a week, Lu Yi returned home to recuperate. His wounds had mostly scabbed, and he would be fine by the time the scabs fall by themselves. Even so, the scars were going to be there to stay.
When Lu Yi had shut the door after retrieving the milk bottles, the doorbell rang again. He opened the door, expecting to see the nanny hired by Yan Huan. He had not been in recently, so he requested the nanny not bring lunch boxes. Oddly enough, it seems like the nanny had some method of finding out about his return.
However, he saw no nanny when he opened the door—it was Miao Xinyuan.
“Can I come in?” asked Miao Xinyuan. She wore a casual outfit that added to her feminine charm, but she was nothing but a run-of-the-mill stranger to Lu Yi.
“What business do you have with me?” asked Lu Yi. His face was still wrapped in bandages, and there were visible scars on the back of his hands. However, he paid little care to those. He regarded the woman at the doorstep with a cool gaze and expressionless face.
“Can I come in?” repeated Miao Xinyuan, more uncomfortable this time.
Lu Yi turned around and walked to the kitchen, where he placed the milk into the microwave for heating.
Miao Xinyuan examined the interior of the house, unimpressed with what she saw. There was a pair of female slippers at the doorsteps, indicating the existence of a woman in this house. A strange impulse made her walk to a room that had its doors open. It seemed like the bedroom.
She walked in and found out that it was indeed the master bedroom. There were two pillows and a rabbit plushie on the large bed. Only a woman would like something like this. Lu Yi might have liked it if he was a pervert, but that’s clearly not the case.
Lu Yi walked out with a cup of water and placed it on the table.
“I only have water,” he said drily.
“I saw you carrying two bottles of milk,” said Miao Xinyun with a hint of rudeness. She wasn’t in a good mood.
“Sorry, my wife ordered those for me,” said Lu Yi dryly, nudging the cup of water towards her. It didn’t concern him whether she’s going to drink it or not.
“Can you be any faker, Lu Yi?” sneered Miao Xinyuan. “I’m not a desperate woman, so there’s no need to spout lies for the sake of rejecting me. No one gets married overnight, Mr. Lu.”
If he didn’t like her, he could have said it. Using an excuse like that is pathetic.
“If you say so,” said Lu Yi. He wasn’t interested in wasting his breath on a stranger.
The next second, Miao Xinyuan took the glass on the table and splashed its content on his face. Lu Yi frowned but didn’t take it to heart. The only thing on his mind was it’s good that his wounds had already scabbed. However, the doctor had mentioned that it’s best if he avoided contact with water. He wondered if the water would cause any problems.
Having vented her fury, Miao Xinyuan took her handbag and left.
Lu Yi wiped the water off his face and rose to get his warmed milk. He then sat down and drank it.
Knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door again. Lu Yi put the glass of milk down and opened the door. This time, it was the nanny hired by Yan Huan.
Lu Yi’s injuries came as a shock to the nanny.
“Goodness! What happened to you, Mr. Lu?”
“It’s just a scrape,” said Lu Yi. He ran his hand across his face. It was impossible to cover the wounds on his face, but luckily, the wounds on his body were mostly covered by his clothes. Otherwise, he would frighten a lot more people…
“That’s a relief,” said the nanny. The wounds had given her an awful fright, thinking that something major had happened to Lu Yi. “I saw your car outside, so I knew that you have returned. I wanted to ask if you want to have your dinner delivered tonight.”
“Yes, I’ll be counting on you for the next few weeks.”
Lu Yi will be homebound for a good deal of time, so he had to trouble the nanny with making him dinner too.
“Don’t worry, it’s what I should do,” chuckled the nanny. “It’s my job, and it keeps me busy. I’ll deliver it here when I’m done cooking it. Oh!” she checked the time. “I have to go get groceries. I’ll come again when I’m done.”
“Thank you,” said Lu Yi. He shut the door and sat down on the sofa. His body was uncomfortably itchy, but he managed to resist the desire of scratching them.
Itchy meant that the wounds were recovering. He wanted to recover as soon as possible so that he could meet Yan Huan again.
He then took the glass of milk and gulped it down. He did not have any intention of letting Yan Huan know about his injuries.
