Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation

Xiao Ping choked for a moment, then said: "The young master keeps calling the young mistress's name."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hoarse "Su Mu" reached Yan Zhujun's ears.

Yan Zhujun walked over with his cane and saw Yan Jiyue's face was pale white, as if all the blood had been drained from his body. There was not a hint of color, his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and his fingers were anxiously clutching the bedsheet.

"Su Mu, don't go, I was wrong."

"Su Mu, I've come to accompany you."

"Su Mu-"

The intermittent voice was weak and haggard.

Yan Zhujun smiled coldly: "When they weren't divorced, they were like enemies every day, no matter how much persuasion. Now that they're divorced, he puts on this deeply affectionate appearance."

Ling Hua's heart was also clenched. Wasn't that right? If he had been like this earlier, wouldn't it have been better? What's the use of regretting now? The young mistress has already left and won't come back.

After watching the doctor give the medicine to Yan Jiyue, Yan Zhujun left with Ling Hua, leaving Xiao Ping alone to attend to him.

Just as he was taking the medicine bowl out and coming back, he suddenly saw Yan Jiyue, who had been unconscious, sit up.

"Young master, you're awake?" Xiao Ping said softly.

Yan Jiyue, who had just woken up from his coma, was shocked to hear the voice and looked at him: "...Xiao Ping? Why are you here? Aren't you already...?"

"What happened to me?" Xiao Ping asked, confused: "Young master, I've been here all along. You've been in a feverish coma all morning, you've finally woken up."

"What time is it now?" Yan Jiyue grabbed Xiao Ping's wrist and demanded.

"Today is the seventh day of the sixth month."

"I didn't ask you that, I asked you what year is it?" Yan Jiyue's tone was stern.

Xiao Ping tremblingly replied: "Young master, what's wrong with you? It's the ninth year of Tian He."

"The ninth year of Tian He?" Yan Jiyue slowly released Xiao Ping's hand, his lips murmuring: "The ninth year of Tian He, the year Su Mu and I got married. Su Mu, Su Mu-"

Yan Jiyue's expression gradually filled with joy that was difficult to describe in words. He got out of bed, his bare feet stepping on the cold floor: "Where's Su Mu? Where is she? Right, Luofeng Courtyard, I need to go to Luofeng Courtyard to find her."

Xiao Ping was at a loss due to his sudden change: "Young master, have you forgotten? You and the young mistress have already divorced."

"What did you say?" The foot that was about to step out of the door suddenly retreated. Yan Jiyue turned back, the eyes full of joy instantly became gloomy.

Xiao Ping suddenly felt afraid: "You..."

"Say it again." Yan Jiyue tightly gripped his collar, the light in his eyes intimidating.

Xiao Ping was terribly afraid and said tremblingly: "You divorced the young mistress last night."

"Impossible." Yan Jiyue slapped Xiao Ping, like a vengeful ghost: "You're lying to me. Su Mu and I were husband and wife for ten years. How could we possibly divorce when we've been married for less than half a month?"

Until the day Su Mu died, she never divorced him. He and Su Mu, living together and buried together.

"It was you, wasn't it." Yan Jiyue choked him, his cold fingers like a chilly wind strangling: "You vile creature have always coveted Su Mu, trying every way to climb into Su Mu's bed. It was you who instigated this, wasn't it?"

He's gone mad, gone mad.

Has the young master gone delirious from the fever? What does he mean by he and the young mistress being married for ten years? What does he mean by coveting the young mistress?

Su Mu's appearance is extremely good-looking, but how could he disregard a man's face and climb into Su Mu's bed? Has he gone mad?

Xiao Ping was so scared that his hair stood on end, his whole body's blood turning cold: "Young master, how would I dare to do such a thing that only lowly male prostitutes would do? Have you forgotten everything? Last night in Luofeng Courtyard, it was you and the young mistress who bit your fingers together and signed the divorce papers!"

"Nonsense!" Yan Jiyue frowned angrily, still unwilling to believe, thinking Xiao Ping was lying to him: "Where is Su Mu? I want to see her."

Xiao Ping could only tell the truth: "Su Mu left the Yan mansion after divorcing you last night. She should have returned to her original residence."

"Original residence?" Yan Jiyue couldn't remember where Su Mu lived before marrying into the family. His prejudice against Su Mu was too great at that time.

"It's at the end of Luoyan Lane," Xiao Ping said.

Yan Jiyue released Xiao Ping and, despite still having a fever, rushed out like a madman.

Xiao Ping hurriedly chased after Yan Jiyue. Hua Lu, who was guarding the courtyard gate, saw this and quickly ran to report to Yan Zhujun.

Sitting in the carriage, Yan Jiyue kept recalling the scenes from his previous life. Not long after Su Mu died, he followed her.

Fortunately, heaven took pity on him. Yan Jiyue had never been as grateful to the heavens as he was today.

Because of his arrogance in his previous life, even though he and Su Mu were husband and wife, they missed out on ten years of marriage, allowing that vile Xie Yi to take advantage and come between them as a couple.

Now that he has been reborn, he absolutely won't give that little vile man another chance.

He will hold Su Mu tightly in the palm of his hand, cherish her, and dedicate his whole heart to her. He will never again treat her badly or give her the cold shoulder like before. They will become the most loving couple under heaven and have a pair of adorable children.

Just thinking about the happiness he had always longed for being within reach, a smile appeared on Yan Jiyue's face as he sat in the carriage.

He lifted the curtain, looking at the scenery rapidly passing by outside the window, praying in his heart, hurry, hurry faster.

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