Rebirth: Contract Husband Falls in Love with Me-Chapter 589 - 306: Caught Between a Rock and a Hard Place

"Miss Wan, you are so thin, it pains one’s heart to see. Eat some more!" He himself ate very little, yet he continued to care for her with the serving chopsticks from time to time. His smile, so gentle and pure, made it impossible for Sang Wan to utter any words of refusal.

After the meal, Zhao Qi lingered and wouldn’t leave, staying with her for a while. Only when he saw that she had taken her medicine and hinted at wanting to bathe and rest did he leave, reluctantly and with great attachment.

In the evening, lying on the unfamiliar, soft brocade couch, looking at the faint moonlight seeping through onto the carpet in front of the bed, Sang Wan’s eyes gradually moistened, her nose turned sour, and tears unknowingly started to trickle from her eyes. The moment she closed her eyes, a large, sparkling teardrop swiftly rolled down from the corner of her eye, falling onto the jujube-red embroidered pillow.

Never before had she felt such unspeakable wandering and panic in her heart. The thoughts that filled her mind, the memories she clung to, were only of her husband, Shi Fengju. She had always thought her feelings for him were nothing more than duty and propriety, devoid of sentiment and attachment. Only now did she realize how deeply he had been engraved in her heart, she simply couldn’t be without him!

The thought of her being alone here, with an uncertain future, while he was somewhere unknown, doing who knows what, made her feel so distressed she could barely breathe, almost to the point of madness.

Would he think she had died? If he thought she was dead, she knew he would be heartbroken, but with heaven as their barrier, his pain was also out of helplessness. What about afterwards? Would he take another woman as his wife? That woman was likely to be Gu Fangzi!

She hadn’t left him a son or daughter. How could the Shi family end their lineage? He was a man of great responsibility to his family. Surely, he wouldn’t let that happen.

From now on, even if he remembered her, it would just be an occasional thought that crossed his mind, nothing more than a string of paper money burned during the Qingming Festival!

He would still live his own life, just as in his past life, without her, he managed just fine...

"No! No! It cannot be like this! Absolutely not!" Sang Wan shook her head desperately, biting her lip, closing her eyes in pain as the tears ran freely down her face. Even the thought of it caused her unbearable pain; the current her could not accept such a cruel reality.

He had vowed to spend a lifetime with her, claimed he would cherish and protect her for a lifetime! Yet, it was she who vanished! It was she who disappeared from his life.

Separated by thousands of miles, penniless, and without any token of identity, let alone the freedom she now lacked, the prospect of returning to his side seemed as difficult as ascending to the heavens for her.

"Fengju, Fengju... where on earth are you? Do you know that I am not dead, I’m not dead! Fengju, come and save me... I can’t live without you... Fengju!" Sang Wan whispered silently, her lips moving in a voiceless plea. Never before had she so madly longed for his embrace, for every moment by his side. She was willing to pay any price, however steep, just to return to his side!

Her mind was tumultuous, filled with memories of his goodness, his tenderness and consideration—any minute grievances and annoyance had already vanished without a trace. Unknowingly, he had become the irremovable, unforgettable beloved in her life; she just lamented realizing the true feelings in her heart too late.

Tossing and turning, she struggled to find sleep throughout the night, and when she got up the next day, Sang Wan looked somewhat haggard.

"Miss, did you not sleep well last night? Are you feeling unwell?" Yuanyang immediately grew anxious, saying hastily, "Miss, you must tell this slave if you feel unwell, so this slave can report to the lady and the Young Master. This slave cannot bear the responsibility if anything happens to you!"

"I’m alright," Sang Wan forced a shake of her head and smiled, saying, "Perhaps I was a bit tired from walking too much yesterday. It’s nothing, I’ll just rest today!"

Yuanyang was then reassured, and cheerfully said, "That’s good, that’s good! The Young Master has already ordered that if you find the room stuffy and wish to go out for some fresh air, you may take the palanquin. Miss, let this slave help you with your washing and grooming."

Sang Wan nodded her head, and having washed and groomed, she went to the window and gently pushed it open. A gentle and fragrant osmanthus scent wafted to her, astonishing Sang Wan, who instinctively looked down to the courtyard. She saw nearly thirty to forty pots of osmanthus planters placed below, each pot nearly half a person tall, with densely flowering golden osmanthus trees reaching the height of a person, stretching beneath the Emerald Pavilion, scattering a ground of golden yellow.

How could everything have changed so much overnight? Sang Wan was momentarily dazed.

Seeing her surprised expression, Yuanyang approached with a mix of pride and eagerness to please, smiling and saying, "Miss might not know, but these were ordered by the Young Master from the capital at high prices yesterday, saying that you liked them. They were all placed there last night so that Miss could smell the fragrance of the osmanthus the moment you open the window. Osmanthus is common in Jiangnan, but it’s quite rare in the capital! This slave heard that to get these osmanthus, several housekeepers from the residence had to visit every florist in the capital to find them!"