Chapter 142 Ruo“er
The man’s grave expression immediately melted into a warm gentle one.
"Are you telling the truth?" The man jumped up and rushed out of his study, leaving the old man with his mouth still wide open.
He was just about to answer his master’s question, but his master had already left him.
The old man immediately followed his master out of the room.
He could not help but shake his head when thinking about his master.
The old man let out a long sigh, his master had been borderline obsessed with the mistress since she arrived years ago.
He could still remember how his master would sometimes laugh and cry while talking to her. He could not help but wonder what happened between the two of them before.
His master told him that she was his wife, but he had never believed him.
Wife? Who would put their wife in a basement hidden from the world?
Aside from that, he had also heard his masters words before when he was crying in front of the mistress. The old man clearly remembered his master asking her why she chose to run away and marry that prick.
As to the identity of that prick? The old man had no idea. And he believed it was not his business to know about that.
After a few more seconds, the old man arrived at the room located at the highest location of the mansion but still hidden away from the eyes of the unsuspecting public.
He looked at his master who was kneeling while talking to the mistress.
"Ruo’er? Do you remember me?" his master said as wiped away his tears from his cheeks.
This was not the first time that the old man saw his master like this. His master often shed tears in the presence of his mistress.
The woman just stared at his master blankly, as if she was just staring at the wall or someone she did not recognize.
"Ruo’er... it is me... I.. I am Li Qiang... Do you remember?"
Still, the woman just stared at him before furrowing her brows. "Who... Who are you? Where am I?" The woman asked.
"You are in our house... I am Li Qiang, your husband." His master said before giving her what seemed to be a wedding photo.
However, the woman just stared at the photo, then fixed her gaze back on Li Qiang. "Husband? I... I don’t remember." She said, her voice soft and gloomy.
"What happened to me... I... I can’t seem to move my legs. Why can’t I remember anything?" She asked.
"You were in a bad car accident love... you damaged your legs." He said before making a deliberate pause. He wanted to tell her everything slowly. "The doctor said that you may experience amnesia and since you were in coma for a long time, you won’t be able to walk for a while." Li Qiang answered, his voice as gentle as his gaze.
"How long?" The woman asked.
"At least six months of rehabilitation. After that, you will be able to walk again."
The woman did not answer him and stared at the photo in her hands. "You are my husband?" She asked.
Li Qiang nodded.
The woman pursed her lips. "Can you give me more water? I... I am thirsty."
Li Qiang immediately signaled the old man to get her a glass of water.
After she finished drinking, she instantly stared at Li Qiang again. "How long was I in a coma?"
"More than 3 years now." He answered.
The woman nodded in response. "Wh.. What’s my name?"
"Your name? It’s Rou’er... You are my Ruo’er."
"Just Ruo’er?" She asked.
"Yes. Just Ruo’er."
The old man watched this conversation while feeling a little pity towards his master. He knew how much his master loved his mistress.
He remembered when the mistress had first arrived, his master had refused to eat and refused to leave her room.
He just sat there staring at her. At that time, the mistress’ condition was far worse than it was now. She has all kinds of tubes connected to her body. She was also bruised all over.
However, the old man never saw his master cringe at the site of her hideous appearance. In fact, his master only spent more and more time with her.
His master personally took care of the mistress. He would comb her hair, play what he claimed to be her favorite piano piece, and sometimes intently stare at her. As if... As if she was someone far away from him.
Someone, not his.
As if her body was the only thing that belonged to him.
This made the old man more and more suspicious about the identity of his master’s wife.
His master was a cold intelligent man on the outside. In fact, everyone knew him to be someone scary and ruthless.
Yet, his master always seemed to be so powerless in this woman’s presence.
His master always looked at this woman with a gentle gaze that you could never see outside of her room.
So who was she?
And why? Why hide her?
EDITED BY: HallsOfIvy
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