Chapter 400 - Chapter 400: Chapter 392 She Can Tell He’s Pretending

Chapter 400: Chapter 392 She Can Tell He’s Pretending

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio     Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

When Hu Yiming woke up again, the sun had already set.

Zhao Meilan was finally relieved to see that her husband was okay.

However, she remembered the scene of how he looked at her coldly just a few hours ago, and that made her a little uncomfortable, but she quickly dismissed the thought.

Despite the fact that they had only been married for a short time, she had lived a happy time that she would remember for the rest of her life.

“Meilan, my head hurts.” Hu Yimings childish expression was something that Zhao Meilan was familiar with. “Can you pat my head?”

The man then reached his head out and acted childishly like he always did.

Zhao Meilan was stunned for a second, but she quickly remembered that Zhao Chuchu had mentioned that Hu Yiming would occasionally revert to his childish self and didn’t think much about it.

“Please?” Hu Yiming pleaded.

“Alright.”

Zhao Meilan smiled and patted the man’s head.

What she didn’t notice was the quick smile in the man’s eyes.

As it was already quite late, Madam He noticed that Zhao Meilan had yet to come home after heading to the Xie clan’s house and came to visit.

“Chuchu, are my daughter and son-in-law here?” Madam He asked.

Zhao Chuchu pointed toward Xie Jun’s room. “Yiming got tired, so I let him rest in Junjun’s room. Meilan should be with him.”

“That daughter of mine…If he’s tired, why not come back home? How can they use Junjun’s room?” Madam He felt awkward, as she was worried that they would do something indecent in another person’s home.

Zhao Chuchu knew what the woman was thinking and laughed awkwardly as well.

Madam He was overthinking it. It was clear that Zhao Meilan and Hu Yiming had not done the deed yet.

“I’ll go take a look.” Madam He then quickly walked toward the room.

Zhao Meilan had already heard her mother’s voice. She quickly let Hu Yiming put his clothes on. Then, before Madam He could open the door, they came out of the room.

“What’s wrong with him?” Madam He asked worriedly. “Why does he look so pale? Is there something wrong? Should we let Chuchu take a look at him?”

“She already did. It’s nothing big. He just needs to rest more,” Zhao Meilan replied.

“I’m okay. My head hurts a little, but Chuchu said I need to sleep more.” Hu Yiming nodded innocently.

Madam He then let out a sigh of relief.

“Why don’t you get Uncle Guitang over and have dinner at my place? We made a lot of food.” Zhao Chuchu smiled.

“Are you sure?” Madam He asked. “Isn’t it a hassle if we all have dinner here?”

“Not at all. We’ve already made the food anyway. We will have a lot of leftovers if we don’t share them.”

“I see. Then I’ll take you up on your offer. Thank you.” “What’s there to thank me for? Aren’t we a family?”

Madam He then returned to get her husband.

Zhao Chuchu then approached Hu Yiming. However, unlike Zhao Meilan, she wasn’t that naive and could immediately tell that the man was just putting on an act.

Hu Yiming must have known the inner struggle that his wife was dealing with and decided to continue to act like a child. He would rather do that than watch Zhao Meilan worry.

Zhao Chuchu did not expose him. His reaction was enough to tell her that all the worries were unnecessary. Even after recovering, Hu Yiming still loved Zhao Meilan.

The divorce would never happen.

Zhao Chuchu was happy for Zhao Meilan.

After dinner, Zhao Chuchu finally told Zhao Guitang and Madam He about her treatment for Hu Yiming.

The parents’ reaction was what Zhao Chuchu had expected. They were both worried that Hu Yiming would divorce Zhao Meilan after he had recovered. But that hesitation only lasted a few seconds, as they also decided to let Zhao Chuchu cure him.

They were sure that no matter the outcome, they didn’t want to live the rest of their lives in regret knowing that they had ruined a young man’s chance.

Zhao Meilan then had someone deliver a message to the Hu clan, saying that she and Hu Yiming would stay in Lengshui Village for a while to treat his mind.

When the Hu clan heard that Hu Yiming had a chance to return to normal, the whole family rushed to the village.

On the third day of the New Year, Old Mrs. Hu arrived at the Xie clan’s house with her son and daughter-in-law. They came with a lot of gifts.

“Mrs. Xie, I heard from Meilan that you’re going to cure Yiming. We only heard about this last night. These are gifts from us to show our gratitude,” Old Mrs. Hu said as soon as she arrived.

“You don’t have to give me these. Meilan is my family. Even I want to see her and Yiming live a happy life. I didn’t mention this back then because I wasn’t sure if I could find the herbs I needed. I didn’t want to give you and your family false hope,” Zhao Chuchu said. “I could find the herbs all thanks to the Yuan clan. He will be able to continue his studies and take the Imperial

Examination if he recovers. Unfortunately, the success rate is not 100 percent. But I will try my best.”

“Your willingness to try is enough for us, Mrs. Xie. No matter what the result is, we’ll accept it. Of course, it’s best if he’s lucky enough to become normal again, but if he isn’t that lucky, that is his fate. There’s no way we can blame you for that.”

Old Mrs. Hu was a reasonable person. She had many famous doctors look at Hu Yiming in the past and had a lot of false hopes. They were already slowly accepting the fact that Hu Yiming might never recover.

That was why they had stopped asking doctors to look at Hu Yiming for the past few years and let him live a carefree life instead.

“Although it’s not 100 percent, I’m still 80 percent sure that I can help him.

The only problem is that the treatment will be painful.”

“As long as he can recover, it’s worth it. Thank you for using so much of your time on him,” Madam Zhou said. “But please don’t refuse these gifts.”

“These gifts are not why I’m trying to help him. I’m doing this for Meilan,” Zhao Chuchu said without hiding anything. What she meant was that if Zhao Meilan had not married Hu Yiming, she would never have done it.

The people from the Hu clan weren’t stupid and understood what the lady meant.

However, they weren’t angered by that; they understood that humans would always side with those close to them first.

Other than that, despite growing up in a village, Zhao Meilan was a kind, caring, and respectful person. So it was hard for them to hate such a lovely lady.

They had never even thought of making Hu Yiming divorce Zhao Meilan if he recovered.

Marrying a person when his head was injured and divorcing her once he recovered was not something a human should do.

“Meilan is a blessing to our family. Even we want them to live happily for the rest of their lives. Also, our family doesn’t allow our men to have concubines. So Meilan will be Yiming’s only wife,” Old Mrs. Hu explained.

As long as she was alive, she would never let Hu Yiming do bad things to Zhao Meilan.

“I’ll trust you, Old Mrs. Hu. The Hu clan is, after all, a renowned scholar family. However, remember that I might not be able to cure him. Won’t that bring your family another disappointment?”