The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man-Chapter 955 - Wife, you are not allowed to get angry at 955

Chapter 955: Wife, you are not allowed to get angry at 955.

Chapter 955: Wife, you are not allowed to get angry at 955.

He closed his eyes and said nothing.

He had no intention of forgetting.

Su Qingyue had chosen him, and ever since he gave her up, he had been tormented by regret every day and night.

He wanted Qingyue back by his side!

“Xiao Qinghe…” Meijiao saw the look on his face that showed he wasn’t open to persuasion, and she felt disheartened and uncomfortable.

“Miss Tao, no matter what, Qingyue was once the wife my Xiao Family had taken in.

That was the situation, officially,” Xiao Qinghe opened his eyes and looked at her coldly, “As Qingyue’s friend, you shouldn’t be trying to take her man.”

Hearing this, the corners of Tao Meijiao’s lips curled up in bitterness, “Xiao Qinghe, regarding this issue, Xiao Yue and I have discussed it.

If she had even the slightest objection, I would never have considered you.

You said it yourself, it was in the past.

Moreover, when you once decided to take Qingyue as the Xiao Family’s wife, did you ever ask for her opinion?

You didn’t, right?

If you had asked, she definitely wouldn’t have wanted it.

To her, both you and Xiao Yishan are a thing of the past.

Instead, she hopes you and your second brother, Xiao Yishan, both will be happy.

Fourth young Master, Xiao Yue hopes that I would be with you!”

A flicker of sorrow passed through his clear eyes.

He had been the one to reject his wife first.

Had he never given up, then she would have chosen him, Xiao Qinghe!

Seeing him in pain, Tao Meijiao knew he wasn’t listening.

She became anxious, “Fourth young Master, wake up, don’t interfere with Xiao Yue’s happiness.”

“Miss Tao, you don’t need to worry about my affairs,” he said in a flat tone, “This is my private room, please leave.”

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“I won’t!” She was adamant.

“Then I’ll leave.” He started moving the wheelchair, the wooden wheels rolling across the floor with a noise.

Even the sound of the chair wheels reminded him of his wife.

It was his wife who, having earned her first bit of money, hadn’t thought about buying anything for herself but had bought a wheelchair for him instead.

He, a paralyzed guy, sitting in such an expensive wheelchair, had become the most envied person in the village.

“Xiao Qinghe, you’re being too much!”

Tao Meijiao’s reprimanding voice came from behind.

Even a young Miss dared to love and hate, which made him despise his own cowardice all the more.

Recalling his wife’s time at the Xiao Family, she had truly never once looked down on him.

He was paralyzed, and she had taken care of his every need, cleaning him…

He had never heard even a hint of complaint from her.

“Why…

must one wait until they’ve lost something to realize they regret it…” he murmured softly, tears welling up in his eyes.

He had even tried to see if he could get along with Tao Meijiao, but as soon as this thought began to take root, his entire heart resisted it, pained and struggling.

Tao Meijiao looked at the elegant young man in the wheelchair in the courtyard.

His figure was so lonely.

That loneliness pained her heart.

His distant aloofness, keeping people at arm’s length seen yet unseen, made her feel helpless.

As a young Miss of a wealthy family, she had repeatedly lowered herself, not caring about her own dignity for his sake, and yet he remained unmoved.

That could only mean, Xiao Qinghe was truly, deeply devoted to Su Qingyue.

Su Qingyue had returned to the pharmacy to continue researching medicine.

Xiao Yuchuan came up behind her and carefully called out, “Dear…”

She scooped some medicine from one pot with a spoon and poured it into another pot; the black and mushy medicine in the pot began to froth with a ‘sizzling’ sound.

Yuchuan knew his wife was testing poisons and didn’t dare to disturb her.

Only after quite a while, when she finished the task at hand, did he cling to her, saying, “Dear, you mustn’t be angry with me.”

She looked at him puzzled, “Angry about what?”