Chapter 11 begins to cherish my wife

Not getting a marriage certificate is a good idea!

Wen Ruan was about to blurt out this idea when she was interrupted by He Yanci's cold voice. "You'd better put away those little schemes of yours. With the capabilities of either of our two families, do you think those little tricks you have in mind can escape their notice?"

"......" Wen Ruan also thought it made sense. This method wouldn't work. "Then do you have any good ideas?" Wen Ruan believed that He Yanci didn't really want to get a marriage certificate with her.

"We'll deal with things as they come in the future." He Yanci frowned, his voice cold and stern, and he seemed a bit annoyed.

Well, then they would deal with it later.

Seeing that He Yanci didn't want to talk about it further, Wen Ruan didn't say anything more either.

Just as the two of them were in an awkward situation, the lobby manager came up and greeted He Yanci.

He Yanci gave some brief instructions and then left.

Wen Ruan stood there looking at He Yanci's back, watching him leave.

She sighed and thought she was rather ridiculous.

A few hours ago, she was still despising He Yanci for becoming someone who sacrificed marriage for the sake of interests, yet now she herself was the same kind of person.

*

He Yanci had made arrangements in advance. The hotel room was warm and comfortable.

The humidifier and air purification were all done very well, and everything in the room was arranged according to Wen Ruan's physical condition.

Even the magazines and books were selected according to her preferences.

Wen Ruan flipped through a few pages of a book when the doorbell rang, followed by the greeting of the room manager.

Wen Ruan opened the door. The room manager was holding a small tray in one hand. In the glazed bowl on the tray was a cooked egg, and in the other hand, he was holding a packaging bag of a certain big brand.

The room manager handed them all to Wen Ruan. "Miss Wen, Mr. He has instructed that if your eyes are uncomfortable, applying the egg will make you feel better."

Wen Ruan didn't expect He Yanci to make such arrangements. She was a bit flattered. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Miss Wen. If you have any problems, feel free to call me." The room manager smiled.

Wen Ruan put the things down. She was about to take out her phone to make a call but paused and instead added He Yanci's WeChat.

He Yanci quickly approved the friend request.

Wen Ruan took a photo of the egg and sent it to He Yanci.

He Yanci: [Apply it earlier. The egg won't work when it gets cold.]

Wen Ruan: [Oh, thank you~]

He Yanci didn't reply anymore.

Wen Ruan opened the clothing bag. There was a dress that showed off her figure very well, matching shoes, the most eye-catching being a thick down jacket, and a pair of long woolen socks that reached above the knees in the same color scheme.

"......"

*

Wen Ruan had a very comfortable sleep and didn't wake up until ten o'clock the next morning.

Wen Ruan checked her phone and found no messages. She let out a sigh of relief. After washing up, she hurried to the hospital.

Grandpa Wen still hadn't woken up and was still in the intensive care unit.

Wen Ruan's parents were both in Grandpa Wen's original ward. Wen Ruan could hear Min Qing's voice even before she entered the ward.

"Yanci, you worked hard last night. You stayed here and watched over him all night by yourself."

Before He Yanci could reply, Grandpa He, who was sitting on the sofa beside He Yanci, spoke up first. "What's this about working hard or not? You'll soon be part of the same family. It's only right for him to show filial piety in front of that old fellow! There's no need to be so polite with him."

"Grandpa is right. Aunt Min, don't be so polite with me." He Yanci sat upright, with humility and courtesy.

Min Qing had always been very satisfied with He Yanci. Ever since He Yanci had expressed his intention to marry Wen Ruan, Min Qing had been very happy, and the worries that had been on her face for several days had dissipated a lot.

Wen Ruan didn't expect that He Yanci had stayed up all night watching over her grandpa in the hospital. She was very surprised. She looked at He Yanci through the half-open door.

He Yanci was sitting on the single sofa near the door. From her position, she could just see his straight back. His shirt had some slight wrinkles, and his hairstyle was a bit messy. If one didn't look carefully, it wouldn't be noticeable, and it didn't affect his noble temperament at all.

He Yanci's parents were also there. When Wen Ruan entered, she greeted everyone in turn.

He Yanci gave up the sofa to Wen Ruan and sat on the armrest beside her.

"Ruanruan, did you sleep well last night?" Grandpa He asked with a smile.

"Thank you, Grandpa He, for your concern. I slept very well last night." Wen Ruan replied softly, sitting on the sofa properly, looking very obedient and lovable.

Grandpa He was completely satisfied with Wen Ruan in every way. "Stop calling me Grandpa He. Call me Grandpa." He raised his hand and pointed at He Yanci sitting on the armrest of her sofa. His expression became much more serious. "Last night, I was still worried that this guy wouldn't arrange a hotel for you to rest. At least he knows how to take care of his wife. There's still hope for him."

Wife...

This address.

She wasn't used to it.

Wen Ruan's gaze drifted elsewhere. Coincidentally, it met He Yanci's gaze in the air. Wen Ruan subtly shifted her gaze to another place.

She was still holding He Yanci's trench coat in the bag in her hand.

The weather in the capital city changed too quickly. She handed the bag to He Yanci. "Put on your coat." Wen Ruan added, "It's been washed, at the hotel."

"There's no need for so much fuss." He Yanci put on the coat in a few quick movements.

As he was adjusting his sleeves, his gaze accidentally landed on Wen Ruan's tightly closed legs. A fair part of her lower leg was exposed, and she wasn't wearing any socks. He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Why aren't you wearing socks?" He had specifically chosen a pair of long woolen socks.

Wen Ruan was stunned for two seconds before she reacted and replied in a low voice, "Have you ever seen someone wearing shallow-mouthed high heels and a pair of thick woolen socks at the same time?" Not to mention that they might not fit, but that outfit would look so ugly.

What was wrong with wearing socks?

Wasn't it okay?

He Yanci had never studied whether women wore socks or how to match socks.