Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s

Chapter 834: Chapter 835: You Have Aged a Lot

She had just been lying next to him, and now their faces were very close.

He saw her delicate skin, smooth as a peeled boiled egg, and couldn’t resist reaching out from under the covers with his hand, gently touching her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

His fingers were a bit rough, and Chiang Xiao flinched slightly, pulling back a little.

”Chiang Xiaoxiao, you’ve grown up a lot,” he observed, looking at her with deep-set eyes.

Before he left for a year, they hadn’t seen each other for over three months — he in the provincial city, she in Peace Town. So in truth, it had been nearly a year and a half since he had last seen her.

Chiang Xiaoxiao had indeed grown up a lot.

”You’ve aged a lot too,” Chiang Xiao said.

Her words left Meng Xinian feeling a blockage in his chest, struggling to breathe, and he suddenly started coughing violently.

Chen Yin, who happened to be bringing in hot water, was startled by his severe coughing and almost spilled the entire basin.

”Xinian, you’re awake?”

Meng Xinian finally managed to stop coughing, acknowledged him with a grunt, and then turned back to Chiang Xiao.

”We’ll open his gift later; open mine first.”

Chiang Xiao: ”...”

Chen Yin: ”...”

After a long silence, Chen Yin couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter, his eyes brimming with tears.

”Meng Xinian, you brat...”

He was truly impressed!

Meng Xinian gave him a look, feeling quite annoyed. Who asked him to give Chiang Xiaoxiao a gift? Did Xiaoxiao really care about his little gifts?

Chiang Xiao stood up, half laughing and half crying, ”Chen Yin, could you please take over? I’m heading back first.”

Meng Xinian grabbed her hand, ”Where are you going?”

He hadn’t even asked her about what had happened. How was he discovered and taken to the hospital? What about Tasang’s two henchmen?

”I’m going to bring you some daily necessities and also cook some porridge for you. I’ll be back soon. I’ll stay with you tonight, okay?” Chiang Xiao looked at him, clearly annoyed.

What, was he planning on being a three-years-old Meng because of a little injury?

Even if he were Three-years-old Meng, she was not his mother.

Chen Yin had certainly gained some new insight.

Previously, Meng Xinian had been like a Lone Wolf, solitary in all his dealings, but now he was so dependent on a young girl.

”Meng Xinian, you’re filthy, covered in sweat and the smell of blood. Don’t you want to clean up a bit?” he asked with a chuckle.

Only then did Meng Xinian let go of her hand.

Chiang Xiao said to Chen Yin, ”Thank you for your help.”

After she left and closed the door, Chen Yin brought over the basin of hot water, ready to wring out a towel to help Meng Xinian clean himself, but Meng Xinian sat up, took the towel from Chen Yin’s hand, and said, ”I can do it myself.”

He wasn’t truly so injured that he couldn’t move; how could he permit someone else to wipe his body for him?

It was only after sitting up that he felt something was off.

With his understanding of his body, the high fever from the inflammation in his leg had already been a sign of his impending faintness. By this time, he should be feeling dizzy, weak, and feeble. Yet when he sat up, he discovered he had strength and was even spirited.

Looking down at the bandages wrapping his injuries, and at his right leg, fully bandaged, he felt as if nothing was wrong with him if it weren’t for these wounds — as though he had just had a good sleep and even recovered his health.

He was indeed very hungry, feeling like he could eat an entire cow.

Meng Xinian touched his own face, first encountering the prickly stubble, reminding him of Chiang Xiao’s remark about him having aged a lot.