Xiao Yu lay numbly on the carved mahogany bed, the wound on his back still stinging with a searing pain. The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the window lattice, casting a blood-red hue across the room. Although he hadn’t managed to divorce Fu Jing'an as he had hoped today, the fact that he had gained two chests of dowry for nothing was, all things considered, not bad.
The bustling scene outside Fu Yingzhi’s clinic flashed before his eyes. With her clinic so crowded and patients arriving in an endless stream, she must be making a fortune every single day. If only he had married Fu Yingzhi... With her medical skills and talent, how could he have ended up in this wretched state?
As he mused, a soft "creak" came from the doorway. Fu Jing'an held a medicine bowl, her slender figure hesitating at the door as she looked toward him with a timorous expression.
Chapter 68