Chapter 2: The Shackles of Marriage

  In the blink of an eye, six years of marriage have quietly passed.

  "Second Master, this is the old master's specially made nourishing soup for you. Please have a sip, or it will get cold and congeal." The little maid carefully placed the bowl on the small table in front of Xiao Qian, a delicate and unadorned bowl containing white fish soup with a few drops of oil floating on top, looking fragrant and appetizing.

  "Take it away." The man's voice was low and husky, without even a glance at the little maid, continuing to hold the file folder, writing and drawing, his expression focused.

  "Little Fang, let me come in." A bright female voice suddenly came from the door, a high-end VIP ward, light green walls, very soothing to look at. The suite had a living room outside and a bedroom inside. The woman's slender hand pushed open the sliding door and walked in directly on high heels.

  Her skin is as white as snow, and the first impression she gives people is that of a pale complexion. Her black professional attire sets off her face, making it appear even whiter and more translucent, without any impurities visible. Her slender figure is accentuated by the fitted outfit, which highlights her curves in all the right places. Although she has the typical tall and stately build of a northern woman, she excels in her delicacy, with skin as smooth as water and eyes that sparkle like diamonds. Despite her northern upbringing, she has a certain softness to her features, reminiscent of girls from Jiangnan. As soon as she appears, people can't help but be struck by her beauty.

  Xiao Fang was overjoyed and looked like she had seen a lifesaver. She quickly got up to greet her, "Young Madam, you've finally returned."

  Gu Yu took the fish soup and looked at Xiao Qian, who was wearing a striped hospital gown but still had an arrogant expression. He pushed the box beside him to the wall, walked over a few steps, took the fish soup, and sat down opposite Xiao Qian.

  "Come on, Mom made it easy for you, and pouring more would make Mom sad." Her voice was soft and bright, like the sweet and pleasant sound of a small violin.

  "Get out! I want you to come and pretend to be pitiful." Seeing Gu Yu, Xiao Qian's temper became even bigger, staring at Gu Yu.

  However, Gu Yu did not recall offending him recently.

  In fact, she had just been on a business trip for half a month and hadn't seen him at all. As soon as she returned, she heard that he was injured in the hospital, so she rushed here directly from the airport.

  He reached out to hit the bowl in Gu Yu's hand, but Gu Yu was much quicker than Xiao Fang and dodged it directly, leaving Xiao Qian hitting empty air.

  Xiao Qian's breath was urgent, and as soon as he moved, it pulled on the wound. At this moment, the pain was so intense that he endured the twisted pain on his face, staring at Gu Yu with a gaze that seemed to want to chop her into pieces.

  "Gu Yan, I don't want to see you again in this lifetime, get out!"

  Gu Xiangyi took a look and saw that it had touched his wound, so he quickly lifted up his quilt, "What's going on? You're moving around for no reason. Let me take a look."

  A wound on his leg was now bandaged up, with a faint red mark visible underneath, and it had indeed cracked open.

  Xiao Qian saw Gu Yu not caring and directly lifted his quilt, suddenly furious.

  "Gu Yu, I'm giving you some face again. As soon as you came back, you couldn't get along with me, did you hear that? You're back after only half a month on a business trip, can't you stay out for at least a year or two?"

  Xiao Yan seemed to not hear his roar, her slender fingers stopped at her red lips, looking at his wound in surprise. "Xiao Qian, what's going on with you? I've been away from home for a few days, what have you been doing at home?"

  This simple sentence made Xiao Qian's face stiffen.