The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man

”Traditional Chinese medicine practitioners are hard to find. You know how severe the crackdowns are at a time like this.”

The man shook his head.

He had been investigating for several days but found nothing. The information was quite confidential; the people under him knew nothing about it.

A flicker of disappointment crossed An Dongyang’s face.

He had heard from his father about the disfigurement of Zhang Tianming’s wife, Zhu Wanqi. This Zhang Tianming was a very stubborn man, upright and incorruptible. His father had tried many times to get in touch with him, but had always failed.

The man cared little for fame or fortune, but he doted on his wife.

His father was aware that Zhang Tianming had been secretly searching for an old TCM practitioner ever since Zhu Wanqi’s disfigurement. He had immediately instructed An Dongyang to find a way to locate this practitioner first.

Regardless of the outcome, it would be a way to make Zhang Tianming owe them a favor.

But finding out the doctor’s name, and which village he had been sent to, was proving difficult.

”Please, keep looking for me. This person is very important.”

The man nodded. ”Don’t worry. I’ll keep looking for you.”

Yun Hao was unaware of what was happening in the County Town.

But Yun Hao did see the new bite mark on Xu Wenwan’s neck when she returned.

He was absolutely furious. Striding forward, he blocked Xu Wenwan’s path.

”Where did you go today? Who did you see?”

Even though he disliked Xu Wenwan, she was still his wife in name. And now, there was a new, intimate-looking mark—a bite—on his wife’s neck. How could he not be furious?

Xu Wenwan’s face was alight with glee. ’She’d had so many boyfriends in her past life; she definitely had a few tricks for capturing a man’s heart.’

’One look at An Dongyang’s clothes and you could tell they were expensive. Judging by his style, he was clearly no ordinary person.’

’He was handsome, too, with status and a good background. Xu Wenwan had intentionally given him her name but not told him where she lived, just to make sure he’d keep thinking about her.’

’A man’s interest in a woman always starts when he can’t stop thinking about her.’

With these thoughts running through her mind, Xu Wenwan was in a fantastic mood.

She had just stepped into the courtyard and was about to enter the house when Yun Hao stopped her, demanding answers. Xu Wenwan was instantly annoyed.

”Yun Hao, we made it clear on our wedding day. You don’t get to meddle in my affairs, and I won’t meddle in yours. So who I see has nothing to do with you.”

Yun Hao’s hand shot out and swept Xu Wenwan’s long hair aside. His tone was mocking. ”Nothing to do with me? For as long as we’re not divorced, you are my wife. You were bitten by another man, and you still say it has nothing to do with me? Xu Wenwan, how can you be so cheap?”

He was so angry he was trembling.

The thought that a woman had actually cuckolded him made him feel like he was going to lose his mind.

In his fury, Yun Hao’s expression grew exceptionally dark, and his grip on Xu Wenwan’s hair tightened.

Xu Wenwan’s scalp burned from the pull, forcing her head to crane to one side. Her voice went cold.

”Yun Hao, let go of me! Do you hear me? You useless man! You piece of trash!”

’He isn’t the male lead from the novel anymore. Now that he’s lost his good fortune, he’s just a worthless bum. How dare he treat me this way?’

’Useless man?’

’Piece of trash?’

He had received a letter from home just today. His parents knew he was married and were furious. They said they wouldn’t give him another penny and that, from now on, they no longer had a son.

He had ended up in this state all because he married Xu Wenwan, and now she had the gall to call him useless.

Yun Hao’s expression turned savage. He scooped Xu Wenwan up in one swift motion and strode toward their room.

In that instant, Xu Wenwan began to panic.

’She had assumed that no matter how angry Yun Hao got, he would maintain his composure and refined upbringing. But this man, veins bulging on his neck, was like a wild, irrational beast.’