Little Wife's Diary: My Husband is My Boss!
Chapter 72: Her Oasis ( 2 )

Chapter 72: Her Oasis ( 2 )

Guan Wufeng bought the house as their wedding home, but he didn’t tell her, fearing that she wouldn’t want to visit this house again if she found out about his selfish desire.

After entering the house, Guan Wufeng took out a pair of purple plush slippers and placed them in front of Xing Xiayan’s feet, "Let’s change shoes first."

She looked at the slippers and asked, "Has anyone used my slippers?"

"No, why do you ask so suddenly?" Guan Wufeng asked while changing his shoes.

"It looks worn and old," she said unhappily.

Hearing this, Guan Wufeng’s eyes were complicated as he looked at the slippers and said, "We bought them almost a year ago. I will buy a new one for you."

Thinking of the ’wifey’ and ’hubby’ slippers she saw at Feng Zhexuan’s house, Xing Xiayan said, "I want a pair with ’wifey’ written on it."

Hearing her words, Guan Wufeng immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at her in surprise. Seeing that she was serious, he licked his lips and asked nervously, "Xiayan, do you know that the one with ’wifey’ written on it is a couple’s model?"

"I know," she nodded.

"So, who are you going to give the remaining pair to?" he asked while clenching his fists in anxiety.

Xing Xiayan frowned at his words and said with displeasure, "Of course it’s you. Don’t you want to wear a couple’s model slippers with me?"

Sensing her mood swings, Guan Wufeng quickly held her hands and nodded, "I want it! We have very few couple’s things. I’m glad you are willing to wear them with me."

Seeing his smile, Xing Xiayan’s mood improved. She changed her shoes, walked to the sofa, and stretched out her limbs like a starfish, "Brother Wufeng, I’m hungry. I want to eat your egg noodles."

Guan Wufeng looked at her with a smile on his face and said dotingly, "Give me ten minutes. You can take a shower first."

Xing Xiayan lay comfortably on the sofa, motionless, and wailed, "I’m tired and don’t want to move. I want you to help me wash up after dinner."

Hearing this, Guan Wufeng’s heartbeat accelerated. It had been months since he last visited her in French, and was intimate with her. Just hugging her could turn him on. So, when he heard her acting coquettishly like this, he couldn’t stand it.

He suppressed his desire and said hoarsely, "Okay."

Xing Xiayan lay on the sofa and watched Guan Wufeng busy in the kitchen. Seeing him cook for her gave her the peace she had always longed for. It wasn’t until she was with him that the voices in her head stopped speaking.

When she was with him, she didn’t think about Feng Zhexuan at all, nor did she feel a headache. He was her only salvation, her oasis, her rare moment of peacefulness.

Thinking about it, she didn’t understand why she had to marry Feng Zhexuan. She thought it would be better to marry Guan Wufeng. Rather than chasing someone who doesn’t love her, it’s better to be with someone who cares about her and loves her, right?

As soon as this thought appeared in her mind, she felt a sharp pain in her head, "Ahh!"

Hearing her shout, Guan Wufeng was startled and turned around suddenly. When he saw her lying on the ground holding her head, he quickly turned off the stove and rushed over.

He hugged her and said in panic, "Xiayan, what’s wrong with you?! Don’t think about anything, close your eyes!"

Although Xing Xiayan understood what he said, unknowingly, she just didn’t want to listen. She didn’t want to listen to that little voice in her head anymore.

’Why can I only love Feng Zhexuan? Why can’t I love Brother Wufeng? Why?!’ she thought unresigned.

The more she tried to find out the reason for her irrational feelings towards Feng Zhexuan, the more headache she got.

"Ahhh... it hurts...." she curled up on the ground as she let out a whimper.

At this moment, her head felt like it had been hit by a hammer. The pain was so painful that she felt as if her head was about to be split open. Her face was pale and her whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

Seeing that she was still in so much pain, Guan Wufeng gritted his teeth and carried her to the bedroom. After laying her on the bed, he went to get the first aid kit and took out the tranquilizer.

He hesitated for a moment before giving her the tranquilizer. Not long after, he noticed that she slowly fell into a deep sleep.

He placed the tranquilizer on the bedside table, clenched his fist, and punched the ground. He punched so hard that his knuckles were swollen, some skin was torn, and blood seeped out.

This isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Every time Xing Xiayan thinks of something too deeply, she gets a severe headache.

Although he didn’t know what thought that triggered her situation, he was certain that it must be related to her unreasonable obsession with Feng Zhexuan or her feelings toward himself.

"Damn it!" he said through gritted teeth.

He looked at her with bloodshot eyes, and there was heartache in his eyes as he said helplessly, "Xiayan, what’s wrong with you? What should I do to save you from this hell?"

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and fell to the ground. Looking at her pale face, his heart hurt terribly. He knew that her condition was abnormal and had taken her to see several psychiatrists before. But none of them could find out what was wrong with her.

After trying for years, all he could do was help relieve her pain, giving her tranquilizers whenever she had an attack.

Looking at her soaked body, he stood up, staggered to the bathroom, and got a basin of warm water and a towel. He undressed her, wiped her body carefully, and then put her nightgown on.