Zhou Rushuang's eyes turned slightly red as she thought of her grandfather.
Although she is young, she still vaguely remembers that when her grandfather was alive, he was very caring and protective of her. He often made preserved paste for her when she was young. Now she has not tasted preserved paste for ten years.
"When grandpa was still alive, he took me to learn from Mr. Dong in a neighboring village. Although grandpa is gone, Mr. Dong still often takes care of me over the years."
Zhao Cheng nodded. The "Mr. Dong" in Zhou Rushuang's mouth should be an old master. I see. No wonder Rushuang, although young, is rarely literate and can think quickly and clearly.
"My husband is so awesome! Not only can I read and write, but I also drove away... that person."
Zhou Rushuang made no secret of her admiration for Zhao Cheng. She had not felt as at ease as she did today since her grandfather passed away.
Zhao Cheng was very uncomfortable hearing Zhou Rushuang call him "husband". Although he had traveled through time and had nothing to do with his previous life, he could not immediately accept such a "young girl" wife.
But then again, if Zhou Rushuang hadn't gone to the matchmaker to buy him back, he would have died in the matchmaker long ago due to his serious illness.
Moreover, the little girl is so poor that she doesn’t even have a place to live. It would be too heartless to cut her off like this.
Although Zhao Cheng's name as "The Megalodon" resounds throughout the business world and he is known for his cruelty and coldness, after years of hard work in society, Zhao Cheng rarely owes anyone any favors.
Now that he has traveled through time, the little girl Zhou Rushuang has saved his life, and no amount of repayment is too much.
"Hmm..." Zhao Cheng coughed covertly, carefully choosing his words, trying to be as tactful as possible, and his tone as gentle as possible.
"Miss Rushuang, first of all I want to thank you for saving my life."
He waved his hand to stop what Zhou Rushuang was about to say, and then said, "Listen to me first."
"If the girl hadn't bought me back from a matchmaker and was so enthusiastic about treating my illness, I might have died." Zhao Cheng smiled mockingly to himself.
"I, Zhao Cheng, will never forget these kindnesses."
"But Miss Rushuang, marriage is a major event in life, and there must be a process of understanding each other."
"Some shortcomings in my actions, my temper, and my character have not yet been fully revealed. Some of them may be acceptable to you, but some shortcomings may not be acceptable to you, so why not give each other time to understand each other?"
"Maybe during this period of growth, you will meet someone better than me."
Zhou Rushuang sat quietly on the straw mat and listened to Zhao Cheng finish, the light in his eyes dimmed slightly.
"Husband...do you think it's not good enough to abandon me?"
Zhao Cheng waved his hand quickly: "No, no."
She said quietly: "I understand that the beauty of the willow trees cannot match the quality of the pines and cypresses. Besides, I don't have any real estate. I live in this dilapidated temple. My grandfather died young and it is difficult to help my husband."
In fact, Zhou Rushuang heard what Matchmaker Wang said just now when she wanted to take her away in the ruined temple.
The guy surnamed Li said that Zhao Cheng was a prodigal, and Zhou Rushuang also believed it.
After all, most of those who can be caught by the official media and imprisoned in the media, waiting to be bought, are not from good families.
Those children from peasant families who come from well-to-do families and study in private schools, and even those young masters from big families, are not of the right age yet, and the threshold for coming to propose marriage has been crossed, so how can they end up in a matchmaker.
But no matter how unbearable Zhao Cheng was, he was now her husband. Once the marriage certificate was signed by the official media, they were already a couple recognized by the Chen court.
She raised her head, bravely met Zhao Cheng's gaze, and said firmly: "I bought a husband from the official media. The government has already prepared a marriage certificate for you and me. Heaven and earth are witnesses, and the government is Matchmaker, you and I are husband and wife."
"In the days to come, I will definitely serve my husband well. No matter... no matter what my husband wants, then... then whatever."
Zhao Cheng couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, but at the same time he also understood that whether he was willing or not, he was destined to be his "husband".
As things stand now, we can only do this for the time being, and we will talk about the future later.
Seeing that Zhao Cheng was in good spirits, Zhou Rushuang brought some water. He washed himself first, pulled up his hair again, revealing a delicate face, then went to the other side of the altar, changed into clean clothes, and then boiled the water. Wait for Zhao Cheng to wash up.
Zhou Rushuang, who is neatly groomed, has beautiful eyebrows, jade cheeks and cherry lips. Her eyebrows are green without paint, and her lips are red without dots. Although she is quite thin, she can already be seen as a beautiful woman.
Although Zhao Cheng had seen many beauties in his previous life, he was still stunned when he saw Zhou Rushuang's true appearance for the first time.
Those eyes, that look, are so much like a person, like a stone falling into the lake of the heart, causing endless ripples, touching the deepest place in the memory.
"Husband? Husband?" Seeing Zhao Cheng staring blankly at his face, Zhou Rushuang felt shy in his heart.
"Ah..." Zhao Cheng was brought back to reality from his memories.
"Husband, please take off your clothes. I will wipe your body for you."
"Oh... no need, I can do it myself." Zhao Cheng locked up those dusty memories again in an instant, covering them up to the deepest corners of his heart.
He took the soft cloth soaked in hot water and raised his arms to wipe his face, but his limbs were still sore and weak, and he was out of breath after only two wipes.
Zhou Rushuang silently took the soft cloth and gently untied Zhao Cheng's clothes.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? No need! It's really no need. You don't need to wipe your body." Zhao Cheng lay on the straw mat and tried to struggle, but he had no power to fight back. He could only let Zhou Rushuang unbutton his clothes and expose his chest. .
Zhou Rushuang looked at Zhao Cheng's panic and couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled: "During the days when my husband was unconscious, I was the one who wiped it for you."
Zhao Cheng lay on the straw mat in a "big" shape, feeling Zhou Rushuang's gentle wipes, and secretly vowed to get better as soon as possible.
After a brief wash, Zhao Cheng fell asleep again.
Maybe it was because Zhou Rushuang had been feeding him medicine these days, maybe it was because of the time travel, but in short, Zhao Cheng's body recovered quickly.
Early the next morning, he was able to slowly sit up from the straw mat and walk around the ruined temple with a wooden stick.
Next to the straw mat, there was a piece of clean yellow paper with a piece of cooked yam on it.
It seems that this should be the breakfast Rushuang left for him.
Zhao Cheng ate a piece of yam in two mouthfuls. After walking around the temple twice, he discovered many problems.
First of all, there was not much food. There was a small vat in the corner of the ruined temple, which contained half a vat of unhusked rice and some beans.
In addition, there were some changes of clothes. Although they were worn out, they were washed very clean and neatly stacked on a small wooden board.
