Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife-Chapter 34: Just a Bed

A string of explosive words resonated clearly in Shi Mei’s ears.

’Smack’

The door closed.

Shi Lingyan took a step back.

Shi Mei sat on the bed, her red lips secretly curling into a smile that was swiftly suppressed. She watched Shi Lingyan blink innocently and cooed, "Honey, let’s go to sleep!"

Shi Lingyan: "..."

Sleep my ass!

Shi Mei quickly lay down and closed her eyes.

Shi Lingyan had quite a few quirks.

In addition to his cleanliness fetish and obsessive-compulsive disorder, there was one little habit—he liked to sleep naked.

But there was only one bed in the room, and it already had someone in it, so Shi Lingyan probably wouldn’t join her.

He had always respected his grandfather, and he was absolutely obedient to the words of his elders.

Tonight, Shi Lingyan would probably be quite uncomfortable.

However, the more uncomfortable he was, the happier she became.

Shi Mei had been tired all day and as soon as she closed her eyes, she drifted off into a drowsy sleep.

The night was deep as the ocean.

Shi Mei could no longer remember how many times she had dreamed this very scene.

Shi Lingyan stepped out of the sports car she had given him.

He raised the pistol she had personally selected for him and looked at her coldly.

The dark, grim barrel was pointed at her forehead, radiating an endless icy chill.

Behind him was the traffic of passing cars.

The afternoon sun shone down from above his head.

Backlit by the light, not a trace of warmth remained in his eyes; the deep affection he once wore was now completely gone.

’Bang’

The bullet burst forth, piercing through the glass, the shattering noise piercing through her eardrums.

The last thing she saw in this world was his cold, regretful gaze.

He said, "I’m sorry."

I’m sorry.

She couldn’t go on living.

I’m sorry.

What he wanted was Bai Yuejie.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry...

The bullet swiftly penetrated Shi Mei’s forehead, a sensation of weightlessness suddenly descended upon her.

Jerking awake, Shi Mei’s body was drenched in sweat.

The surroundings were shrouded in darkness.

In the shadowy night, light flickered, waxing and waning.

Upon recognizing the intimately familiar arrangement and style around her, Shi Mei’s breath suddenly caught, and she began to pant heavily.

"Tang Wu..."

Shi Lingyan’s voice drifted over from not too far away.

Her heart clenched tightly.

Shi Mei glanced towards the voice and saw Shi Lingyan reclining on a nearby tatami, his brow furrowed, his eyes tightly shut, with a thin blanket covering him.

On the table in front of him was a computer, seemingly playing a video, emitting a faint light that flickered in the room.

Shi Mei noticed that Shi Lingyan’s hand was clutching the blanket, veins slightly bulging on the back of it, his breathing a bit heavy, and beads of sweat dotting his forehead.

It appeared that he was having a nightmare.

Looking at this familiar face, Shi Mei’s heart felt as if it were being hammered.

There was a time when this man was with her every single night, occupying most of her life.

He said he would give her the best future, the best love.

She never doubted him, yet in the end, she died at his gunpoint.

All the promises he had made to her evaporated into nothingness.

Resentment took shape in her eyes.

Shi Mei slowly got up and approached step by step.

The closer she got, the clearer the voices from the computer became.

’Ah Ling, get away, I’m not ready yet, go out!’

Shi Mei’s body stiffened upon hearing this voice.

On the computer screen, Tang Wu’s bare face was blatantly visible.

She wore a pink apron, diligently writing on a cake, stroke by stroke.

Shi Lingyan wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his chin propped on her shoulder, reading out, ’Happy... Birth... day...’ Then he smiled, bit Tang Wu’s ear, and whispered, ’You missed two words at the beginning.’

Tang Wu raised an eyebrow, ’Hmm?’

’Write it, my, husband.’

The video showed her own smile growing, and with a ’Pfft,’ she retorted, ’I had no desire to marry you!’

Shi Lingyan pressed closer, taking her hand and murmuring into her ear in a suggestive tone, his voice hoarse and low, ’If not me, then whom do you wish to marry?’

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