A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

"Aunt Li, stop shouting, give the ginger soup to me!"

Steward Zhou put down his umbrella and walked to the bedroom door, then pulled Aunt Li past him.

Aunt Li was wondering, and then caught a glimpse of Ruan Peichen.

"Sir, you can be regarded as coming back. Ma'am, something is wrong with her coming back today. It has been almost half an hour since I went in now, and there is no movement. It is really worrying."

Ruan Peichen took the dry towel brought by the servant and wiped his hands, then said to Aunt Li: "I see, I'll go in and have a look, and you can prepare dinner as usual. Ginger soup...give it to me."

"oh oh"

Aunt Li came to her senses and immediately handed the still steaming ginger soup to Ruan Peichen.

Ruan Peichen's fingers were slender and fair, and he was holding the red ginger soup that night, which turned out to be unspeakably beautiful. Aunt Li was taken aback, thinking of Nie Xiu'er for the arrangement.

In the past, if West Elm had a cold or something, that boy Ni Xiuer would always be the first to bring tea and water. At that time, the relationship between the two children was very good.

But now it is true that they are divided and go their separate ways.

Ruan Peichen asked everyone to go to work, but let housekeeper Zhou push him to the door, and then went in alone.

The lights were on in the bedroom, but no one was there.

West Elm's coat was thrown on the chair.

Ruan Peichen looked around suspiciously, then put ginger soup on the table, and shouted twice, but no one answered.

Ruan Peichen thought for a while, and pushed the wheelchair to the bathroom. He knocked on the door, but there was still no response.

Frowning slightly, Ruan Peichen opened the door directly, and then his whole face froze.

There was a piece of red in front of him, the bathtub was full of water, mixed with blood, it looked very scary, while West Elm was lying in the bathtub with his eyes closed and his face was ugly, as if he was having a nightmare.

Ruan Peichen grabbed the wheelchair with both hands, and countless fragments flashed through his mind.

But there's blood in every clip.

blood again...

Is another person leaving him?
Ruan Peichen took a few deep breaths, then leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair and wanted to stand up, but he didn't want his legs to exert any strength at all, so he fell to the ground.

The bathroom floor was cold and damp.

Ruan Peichen snorted and calmed down a little at this moment.

He raised his hand to support the ground, then crawled forward twice, and when he reached the edge of the bathtub, he reached out and touched West Elm's neck.

The pulse is strong, the body is warm...

Ruan Peichen breathed a sigh of relief, but he was already sweating profusely.

Only then did he withdraw from the chaotic emotions, and then looked down at the bathtub.

The water is red, but the color is not heavy. Looking at West Elm, it doesn't seem to be life-threatening.

Ruan Peichen reached out and lifted Xiyu's arms intact, he frowned, thought of something, and then sighed helplessly.

"Nie Xiyu, Nie Xiyu, wake up..."

West Elm was unable to extricate herself from the nightmare of that year, but her cheek suddenly hurt, and someone kept calling her name by her ear, so she had to open her eyes.

Then he saw Ruan Peichen's gloomy and anxious face.

West Elm opened his mouth and asked, "Are you back?"

When Ruan Peichen heard Xiyu speak, his eyes were full of helplessness: "How could you fall asleep in the bathtub? And...you don't even know that your menstrual period is coming?"

West Elm just woke up from a nightmare, and she was still in a trance. After listening to Ruan Peichen's words, she looked down at the bathtub. When she saw that she was lying in the blood red, she stood up suddenly in fright.

"This this……"

After West Elm stood up, he realized that he had fallen asleep at this time, and saw Ruan Peichen lying on the ground in a panic, sweating profusely, and his hands were still a little red, as if stained with blood...

"You don't think I committed suicide, do you?"