My Little Sweet Wife

Chapter 207 - How Can A Wedding Ring Be Worn By The Person Himself?

Jiang Ruolan smiled helplessly. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Even a dog trying to make things worse for her!

If it really dared to bite her, she could smack it aside with a single slap.

Jiang Ruolan extended her hand to grab the dog's fur.

The dog glared at her ferociously. It wanted to struggle but was quickly held down with both of her hands. It unwillingly snorted twice, and its eyes still fierce. It was a ferocious dog in the past, and right now, although it was too old, it was unwilling to even lose to a woman!

Jiang Ruolan was instantly delighted. She grinned at the dog.

'Hey, bro, I'm not in a good mood. Why don't you come and cheer me up?'

As she was entertaining herself, she noticed that everyone had turned to look at Zhou Shufen. Only one person walked towards her after quietly staring at her for a while.

Jiang Ruolan kept her hands on the dog's head and squatted down. Then, she turned her head to look at Xian Zihao, who was walking towards her.

Without looking at the others in the hall, he immediately led her upstairs. When they were passing by Senior Zhou and Old Man Xian, Xian Zihao paused for a moment, then politely nodded to them, "Ruolan's dress are spattered with blood. She needs to change, I will go upstairs with her."

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ruolan was already led to the second floor. She had no mood to look back and was too lazy to interpret the gaze addressed to her. The only thought in her mind was, what is Xian Zihao planning to do?

One was the love from the past, the other was his wife.

Who will he choose?

They had only known each other for two or three days before they went to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Married for four and a half months, the gap of two months after the marriage, and in the end, no matter how romantic and emotional she was, in the following two and a half months, she did not have any of the vehemence that Zhou Shufen had in mind.

They both directly turned from strangers to real couples.

Love or not.

Even if Xian Zihao did love her, how much did he love?

Xian Zihao pushed open the door to a room. The room was very clean and feminine, with Xian Guiying's photo on the bedside.

The instant the door was abruptly closed, Jiang Ruolan didn't have the time to look for clothes because she was suddenly hugged by Xian Zihao. Her eyes met his slightly serious gaze.

She looked at him calmly and smiled. "Zihao, let me go change."

"Did Zhou Shufen say something to you?" Xian Zihao's expression was cold and detached as he focused on the emotions that were deliberately concealed behind her eyes.

Jiang Ruolan lowered her eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "No."

"Jiang Ruolan, do you know that when you're lying, you can't help but grip the corner of your dress?" He said lightly.

Jiang Ruolan was stunned. She lowered her head and saw her hand on the corner of her dress. She paused and did not answer his question.

Jiang Ruolan slowly put her hand down and raised her head. She looked directly into his eyes and saw the slight frown on his face. historical

'Xian Zihao, you can easily expose a lie of mine and even be dissatisfied with it, but what about your lie?'

"Xian Zihao, one is your past lover, and the other is your wife? Which one will you choose?"

Zhou Shufen's unforgettable feelings toward him, even if it was just an expression, a movement, or a word, it would still be able to make him feel so touched.

However, the answer Jiang Ruolan got was Xian Zihao's intense kiss. His long arm was tightly wrapped around her waist, firm and powerful, not allowing her to flinch at all. Their tongues were entwined with each other, and he was practically plundering all of her thoughts and feelings.

Jiang Ruolan bitterly laughed and pushed him away with all her might. She caught him off guard and their kiss was broken free in an instant.

There was a tinge of bitterness and desolation in his eyes, but it was gone in a flash. "Those rotten branches from the past have all been cut off. No matter how much loss you feel at this moment, even though these words I said to you are useless, Jiang Ruolan, you have to, believe me.

Believe in him?

Jiang Ruolan smiled. She knew why Xian Zihao had suddenly walked over to Zhou Shufen and pressed her arm.

How could she not understand? Senior Zhou and Zhou Shufen were currently at the Xian household. If anything happened to Zhou Shufen, it would be a disaster for the family. As one of the owners of the family, he would go up and take care of her.

Jiang Yijun once said that when a woman understood her partner's behavior, it proved that she was old. She wasn't even twenty-five yet. Was she really old?

However, no matter how much she understood, she was still very sad.

Jiang Ruolan knew that there were some things Xian Zihao had hidden from her and he was afraid she might be unhappy. She suddenly felt extremely foolish. No matter how late Xian Zihao came back, or what he had done, she had never questioned him in detail.

Xian Zihao put his arm around her and coaxed her like a child, "There are a lot of things I can't say, but you should understand that if I don't want to stick to this marriage, I definitely won't hide anything from you. Wouldn't it be even better if we were to get a divorce?"

In truth, his words had always been the reason for her courage, but now, she was not so sure.

Han Xuegang had betrayed her and used his words and coaxing to stab her behind her back. And when she married Xian Zihao, that deep fear and rejection were suppressed deep in her heart, and she gradually adjusted to accept Xian Zihao, a high-quality man in her life.

From the very beginning, she knew that in this crappy world, a man who was too perfect would naturally be watched by too many women. Furthermore, regardless of his family background or his appearance, if she wanted to stay by his side, even if she was just a lover, it still cannot stop other women from wanting him. To be caught up in Xian Zihao's gentleness would mean eternal doom..

But Xian Zihao was really good to her, too good that it easily broke her firm mental defenses bit by bit. Those lines of defense, they were gradually being invaded by his gentleness and care. Her heart was beyond redemption.

Jiang Ruolan chuckled, "Zihao, actually, you don't need to do this. You see, I don't need your meticulous care to survive everything."

Xian Zihao's eyes were extremely calm. His deep black pupils were like a silent ocean as he gazed at the faint smile on her face. Her expression added a bit of heartache in his heart, as if he could see through her smiles with a single glance.

"Remember what I said to you?" He looked at her intensely.

Jiang Ruolan was silent.

"You don't have to be strong in front of me. Ruolan, I know what you're worried about. There are some things that can't be explained in a few words. If you're sad, you can vent it in front of me as much as you want, and I'll explain it to you. As for the rest, give me some time."

Jiang Ruolan understood something from his words. Even though her trust in him had been reduced from this moment onwards, even though she wasn't sure whether or not Xiaoyi was really Xian Zihao's child, and even though Zhou Shufen's solemn vow and Xian Zihao's ambiguity had made her feel that something was going on around. Still, his words right now made her eyes gradually brighten.

Jiang Ruolan suddenly glanced at his clean and slender finger, then looked at the ring on her ring finger. She decided to change the subject, "The ring you bought last time, you haven't worn it."

Seeing how quickly the topic of conversation had changed, Xian Zihao was slightly surprised, but he still replied with a smile in the end, "How can a wedding ring be worn by the person himself?"

"Then, when we return to the Greenville Residence, we have to find the ring and I will help you put it on!" Jiang Ruolan's eyes were firm.

Xian Zihao's hand was still warm and strong as it rested on her waist. As Jiang Ruolan looked back at him, a smile spread across his face. It was as clear as the moonlight outside the window. "I'll give it to you in half a month."