The Sweetest Medicine

Fang Zhihan felt a strange sensation in his heart.

He sat down beside Yu Gangan and gently wrapped an arm around her, leaning her into his embrace and placing the glass of milk up to her lips. He then fed the content into her mouth.

Yu Gangan obediently drank it all.

As she licked the milk off her lips, she asked in seriousness, “Master Handsome, where did you go? Do you know I’m being bullied? They want to buy the clinic and they’re using the cheapest methods to bully me for it. Grandfather told you to take care of me, so you’re my father, you’re supposed to protect me. But, look at what kind of father you are. You went away without a single phone call and something happened to you but you didn’t mention a word. Luckily, I understand the saying that a jinx never dies, otherwise, I would really think that you’re dead. You may bring misfortune, but I know you’re not a bad person. Fang Zhihan said you might be involved with a murder, but I believe you wouldn’t do it. During your school days, Uncle Lu San’s son kept getting into fights with you, but when he fell ill, you still saved him…”

Yu Gangan kept rambling non-stop, so Fang Zhihan had to cut her off, “Look at me properly. I’m not your teacher. Don’t call me incorrectly again.”

His voice was cold like snow on a winter’s day.

Yu Gangan blinked and tilted her head, “…yes, Fang Zhihan.”

“En,” Fang Zhihan stretched out his hand and pinched the woman’s cheeks as a sweet form of punishment.

“Who are you, Fang Zhihan?”

“Your husband.”

“You’re lying to me again…” Yu Gangan said as she hiccuped. Feeling a little unwell, she lifted her hand and patted herself on the chest.

Fang Zhihan responded by patting her on the back to ease her discomfort, “Didn’t you say that you were only drinking one glass? Do you know how many glasses you drank today?”

Yu Gangan revealed a slight smile, “Aiya, it’s a rare occassion. It’s true that I initially planned to only have one glass, but the wine was sweet and tasted pretty good, so I had another glass.”

Her voice sounded soft and relaxed, as though it was soaked in wine.

The mellow fragrance of wine in the air made even the non-drinker a little drunk.

Fang Zhihan squeezed her cheeks and said, “Little Pervert, it’s an illness to be too fond of drinking. You need to get that treated!”

“How is this considered too fond of drinking? I don’t actually like alcohol,” Yu Gangan flopped to the side and leaned back on the sofa as she hiccuped again. “Also, why must you call me Little Pervert? How am I a pervert…?”

“I like it,” Fang Zhihan replied calmly as he looked deep into her eyes.

“What do you like…?” Yu Gangan said as she slapped the man on the arm. But then, she suddenly thought of something and froze.

Her eyes darted as she leaned forward towards Fang Zhihan and stared into his face. At that moment, an amused smile appeared on her face, “I understand now. You approached me and said you were my husband because you liked me. Am I right?”

Fang Zhihan: “…”

Yu Gangan then blinked at the man and said, “You noticed me a long time ago and fell in love with me at first sight, but you were too afraid to tell me, so you secretly liked me, right? You liked me so much that you couldn’t control yourself anymore, so when you found out that my auntie wanted to scheme against me by saying that I lost my memory, you decided to take the opportunity to possess me. Thus, you told everyone you were my husband.”

Fang Zhihan stared at the woman with his dark eyes. It was as though he wanted to see through to the depths of her soul.