Chapter Fourteen: My Wife Has Become Young Again

“Ha?”

Lin Ye was stunned. The hospital room was so clean and tidy inside and out that it seemed as if no one had ever stayed there. Sunlight streamed evenly through the window, casting a gentle glow on the white sheets.

At this moment, Lin Ye’s thoughts slowed to an unusual degree. For a brief instant, he even began to doubt whether he had been dreaming all along—that the girl who had been lying in the hospital bed never really existed, and that everything was merely his imagination.

The same time, the same hospital room, the same sunlight pouring onto the bed—only now missing the girl who, bathed in the afterglow, had seemed to be infused with new life.

“Hey? Aren’t you… that… right, that guy’s husband? Why aren’t you here with your wife?”

A young nurse, just coming out from rounds in the opposite room, saw Lin Ye standing there like a statue at the entrance of the empty hospital room and looked at him with puzzlement.

The sudden voice snapped Lin Ye out of his nearly frozen state. He turned around, somewhat confused, to look at the nurse.

“Oh, right. You weren’t here when she got transferred, huh? Take the elevator next door up to the third floor. Your wife’s condition has basically stabilized now. Her father already had her moved to a regular ward, room 308.”

Only then did Lin Ye come back to himself, feeling everything around him become real once more.

“Room 308, got it. Thanks, Miss Nightingale.” No sooner had he spoken than he was already at the elevator, pressing the buttons so rapidly they seemed as if they might spark.

The nurse, delighted by his calling her “Miss Nightingale,” felt that this already quite handsome young man looked even more appealing now.

“Ding!”

Lin Ye stepped into the elevator. The confined space gave him a moment of solitude. Yet, at this moment, the joy in his heart was gradually replaced by anxiety.

Had his wife woken up already? Could she speak, could she walk?

His emotions became conflicted once more.

Honestly, he genuinely hoped that Su Qing would wake up. From beginning to end, he sincerely wished she could live longer, even fully recover and live like a normal person.

As for whether she would divorce him after waking up…

Lin Ye thought he didn’t care. He really didn’t care about that… probably.

After all, from the very start, Li Dehua had said that Su Qing would definitely divorce him in the end.

No matter how you look at it, Lin Ye was just a tool used to bring her luck. If you asked whether he had any real feelings for Su Qing…

Could that be possible?

Of course not. Lin Ye had from the beginning done this purely for money! As the saying went, he had been filleting fish at Darunfa for many years; his heart was even colder than the knife in his hand.

Feelings? Impossible!

It was just that over these many days, chatting with her and sharing some intimate physical contact had somehow become a habit, even a part of his life.

Especially sitting beside the bed, holding that cold hand that gradually warmed in his grasp, the words he had spoken to her, and the unforgettable touch of his fingertips brushing her cheek…

Through these subtle influences, Su Qing had quietly entered the heart of this single guy who had never even dated before.

This was Lin Ye’s way of demonstrating, on a cosmic scale, what it meant to help your wife romance yourself.

As a boy whose emotional experience was almost a blank slate, he didn’t really understand what kind of feeling this was. He couldn’t tell what Su Qing meant to him now.

He preferred to force an explanation that since this kind of thing—casually and freely taking advantage of a sleeping beauty—would never happen again, maybe he was feeling a little, just a tiny bit of anxiety? Fear?

His brain felt as if it were wrapped in a thick paste, unable to think normally. But it was okay—his body, his legs, were ready to take care of it.

It didn’t take long before he stood in front of room 308 on the third floor.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

Whose heartbeat was producing such steady, powerful thumps?

“Phew…”

Lin Ye stood at the door, taking several deep breaths, but the doorknob seemed to be stuck, refusing to turn.

Honestly, the last time he had been this nervous was playing CFGO, when all his teammates were dead in pistol rounds and he was single-handedly taking on five enemies.

He was about to see Su Qing wake up—

She probably wouldn’t recognize me, right? How should I greet her when I go in? What should I say?

She’d probably feel embarrassed to see me…

If she wakes up, can I still call her my wife? Can I still hold her little hand?

In an instant, a flood of questions raced through Lin Ye’s mind, all of which he had no answers to.

Right, I should knock first.

“Knock, knock.”

Rustling sounds followed, then a familiar voice.

“Come in.”

A low male voice came through—it was Uncle Li’s.

Lin Ye no longer hesitated and pushed the door open. It was a single room, just like the previous one, with a window and spotlessly clean. The faint scent of disinfectant lingered.

On the bed lay the familiar girl. It was clear her complexion had become quite rosy, but her eyes remained tightly shut.

The scene was not quite as he had imagined. Uncle Li was sitting beside the bed, holding an apple with its peel partially removed.

“Hello, Uncle Li.”

“You’re here. I was planning to tell you about Su Qing’s transfer later, didn’t expect you’d come this weekend.”

Uncle Li finished peeling the apple, paused for a moment, took a bite, and looked at Lin Ye with a satisfaction almost overflowing from his eyes.

“Yeah, I just got here. I went to the original ward but she was gone. The nurse told me she’d been moved—I thought she had woken up already.”

As they spoke, Lin Ye stepped closer to the window. The woman on the bed seemed much more vibrant than before. With Li Dehua here, Lin Ye would have already taken her hand in ordinary times.

“That’s right. The attending doctor said Su Qing is recovering very well. Her vital signs have basically stabilized. She wakes up briefly from time to time. I believe she won’t be unconscious for much longer.”

Li Dehua spoke while watching Su Qing, his eyes full of joy and relief, like a parent looking at their child.

Lin Ye himself noticed that compared to before, Su Qing’s rosy complexion made her appear much younger—perhaps only a few years older than him at most.