Chapter 939 Her Strength 2
He Dongxue didn’t fuss, didn’t cry again. Whatever she was given to eat, she ate, however much he fed her, she consumed, obedient as a child. But her docility made everyone’s heart ache.
Perhaps it was because she too desperately wanted to recuperate, or perhaps his words had genuinely coaxed her out of a dead end.
"Brother, don’t you see how boring it is to stay at home all day? Why not let my colleagues from the translation agency bring some work for me? Speaking of which, all the colleagues at the agency are new, and I haven’t even met them yet! Brother, I’ve been lying down for so long, just let me go out to unwind, just for a day; I’ll go meet the new colleagues and come right back, okay?" He Zhilan was tugging gently at He Teng’s sleeve, her eyes wide with a pleading look, half-teasing, "When I come back, I’ll be good. If you tell me to sleep, I’ll sleep; if you tell me to get up, I’ll get up."
"No, not until after forty days." He Teng didn’t even think about it before he flatly refused.
He Zhilan had suffered a mishap, and to date, her father and He Da at home were still unaware. He Zhilan didn’t want to stay in the capital, so he, as her husband, must take good care of her.
"He Teng~" He Zhilan persisted, continuing to shake He Teng’s hand gently.
Unmoved, He Teng closed his eyes and feigned sleep—as soon as He Zhilan played pitiful or charming, he admitted it, he really was helpless. If he glanced at her one more time, he feared he might accidentally agree to her request.
The wind was still cool this season outside, and it loved to rain, bringing heavy moisture. He absolutely couldn’t let He Zhilan go outside.
"Ateng~~"