Deliberately Approaching
Chapter 111: Her Husband’s Surname is Tang Too?

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Her Husband’s Surname is Tang Too?

"Yes, yes, yes, it’s him, the one who loves to wear traditional Chinese clothing. I thought you wouldn’t remember," Li Fugui stepped closer and said with a cheery laugh.

Granny Yu gave him a glance and then prodded the beef in the clay pot with her chopsticks, nodding slightly.

"It should be about ready, turn off the heat and let it stew."

As someone from Qingcheng who can’t live without spicy food, such bland cooking was indeed a bit hard to accept, but it was the young master’s wish, so it had to be done.

"Xiao Li, bring over some cilantro."

Li Fugui: "..."

He glanced at the bracken root starch soaking in the basin and shook his head repeatedly, thinking that cilantro must have been mistaken for the main dish, and the bracken root starch for the garnish.

So, while bringing the cilantro over and washing it, he complained, "Isn’t this too much? Can we finish eating all this?"

"What do you mean too much? The young miss loves it! That Jin City, what good can grow there? The cilantro grows like wild grass, so big, and barely has any cilantro flavor."

"Yes, yes, yes, you’re right, indeed."

While the two were chatting, Li Cong, who was helping out Granny Yu, came in with a radish.

"Hey, Old Li, here to inspect the work?"

"Get back to work!" Granny Yu scolded.

Li Cong shook his head and went to cut the radish.

He excelled at carving, and with just a radish, he could transform it into a beautiful piece of artwork in just a few minutes--a talent unique to Mei Garden.

Though he was a man, he had delicate features, fair skin, and was often mistaken for a woman.

...

On the expressway, Tang Xiaowan continued to sleep.

"My eyes hurt, what did you spray? Why did you try to kill me, who are you, why..."

Li Zishen looked at Tang Xiaowan, who was covered in cold sweat, with a furrowed brow, but did not wake her.

He knew she was having another nightmare.

To be precise, the scene of the night attack was appearing again in Tang Xiaowan’s dream.

Acupuncture therapy did have some effect, but Li Zishen had stopped it over the last week because he had always kept it a secret from Tang Xiaowan.

The person’s unwillingness was a big problem!

Tang Xiaowan seemed only interested in the details of the night attack, eager to know who had poisoned her and what they were looking for, while she was very afraid of her past and even resistant to it.

For example, one day at Li Garden.

"Why is it always Chinese Medicine Pills?"

"I don’t want to know, not a single bit!"

"Why are you laughing?"

...

This was a scene in early September.

In a daze, Tang Xiaowan blurted out this string of disconnected words, loud and repeatedly saying the same things.

Strangely enough, when she woke up the next day, she remembered nothing, not even why she had panicked and run out of the study room, why she had cried so hard, or why she had fainted on the stairs.

Li Zishen was still puzzled to this day.

The piglet wooden carving was a gift you personally gave to me, carved right before my eyes. Why did it trigger such emotional turmoil?

What exactly happened on the days you refused to see me? Fell in love with another man? No, that’s impossible!

Because Grandma passed away? No, the timing doesn’t match; that happened after the piglet carving.

The medical report also showed no issues, except for the blood type...

Li Zishen wiped the sweat from Tang Xiaowan’s brow, marveling at the uniqueness of her blood type.

Thinking over it, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Ye Wanhua also had a ’hua’ in her name and was Rh-negative O-type blood. Could it be that the Huahua mentioned in Xiao Wan’s diary before she lost her memory referred to Ye Wanhua?

With all these questions in mind, Li Zishen sent a message to Bai Long.

"Before you came back from Country Y, didn’t you mention that Ye Wanhua’s husband was originally surnamed Tang?"