Becoming the sickly wife of a literary giant

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The thunderstorms in July and August always come quietly in the dead of night.

The next morning, when I opened the window, the rising sun was less scorching and piercing. In the garden downstairs, the servants were sweeping the broken branches and fallen leaves with brooms.

The flowers that had been beaten by the wind and rain were trembling and hanging on the branches, with crystal raindrops hanging on the petals.

It is easy to wake up in summer, and Jiang Yuan opened her eyes as soon as the man got out of bed. She yawned lightly, staring at his powerful back with tears in her eyes.

She didn't want to move at all.

After waking up from this sleep, I felt sore in my back and waist, and I couldn't move my body, as if I had been beaten in my dream.

Lu Shengrang didn't notice that the person behind him woke up, and he walked lightly to the bathroom to change clothes. After a simple wash, he came out and looked at Jiang Yuan, who was lying on the bed with eyes wide open.

He turned around and opened the curtains as much as possible, and bright light illuminated the entire bedroom.

I saw that a few strands of black hair on his forehead were soaked in water, and his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, unlike his usual coldness and indifference. The water droplets that were not wiped off slid down his chin and finally sank into his clothes.

Lu Sheng's black eyes flashed with surprise, "It's still early, you can sleep a little longer."

After injuring his legs and feet, he had to cancel his morning run, and his schedule gradually became closer to Jiang Yuan's. However, he still woke up earlier than Jiang Yuan in the morning, about half an hour before breakfast. In order not to disturb her sleep, he usually went downstairs to read the newspaper.

Jiang Yuan shook her head in a sullen voice: "I don't want to sleep anymore. I can't sleep. Are you going downstairs?"

Lu Shengrang nodded: "Yes."

Jiang Yuan turned over uncomfortably, and wanted someone to massage her back and shoulders: "I don't have much appetite, so I won't go downstairs for breakfast. Please tell Sister Ping to ask Xiaoyao to come up."

Xiaoyao was a new servant introduced by Sister Ping. She had learned massage techniques from the master for several years. She had someone massage her a few days ago, and it was indeed much better than the random massage of ordinary people.

She also knew that getting up and going downstairs to walk around in the garden would be more effective than anything else. But she really didn't have much energy. She had become quite spoiled in this family. She couldn't stand up if she could lie down and enjoy it.

Lu Shengrang frowned and wanted to say something, but he saw that the girl looked unhappy, "Okay. If you feel unwell, please ask a doctor to come and see you."

Jiang Yuan agreed perfunctorily, and pulled up the quilt, refusing to communicate any more.

Sister Ping was preparing breakfast in the kitchen with ease, and was stunned when she heard her husband's sudden words. After a few seconds, she didn't know what came to her mind, and she couldn't stop smiling: "Okay, sir. I'll ask Xiaoyao to go upstairs to take care of the lady right away."

She turned her head and said to the maid who was helping her, "Qiaochun, go find Xiaoyao, and let her come to see me first after you find her."

She was worried about the lady, so she would go upstairs to check on her later. How can I skip breakfast? I just asked my wife if she wanted to eat anything. I should take care of her body.