Chapter 3 — I Actively Yield My Husband To The Benefactor Who Saved His Life

She stood outside my door, deliberately lowering her voice.

“Miss Moc, are you really not fighting anymore?”

“No more fighting.”

“So why are you still here watching him get married?”

I don't answer. It seemed she was very dissatisfied with my silence, so she added another sentence.

"I advise you to give up all hope as soon as possible. Only I can cure Hanh Chi's headache. Leave me and you will never have peace in this life."

That sentence repeats in my head many times. In his previous life, Bui Hanh Chi never had headaches. After losing his memory, I took him back to the capital, then restored his memory. Since then, for more than ten years, he has never mentioned a headache. So where does this so-called "headache that only she can cure" come from? On the day we got married, I didn't ask questions, I just silently remembered this story in my heart. After the wedding party ended, I excused myself to go outside to get some air and then went to the back yard. On the stove was placed a black ceramic medicine pot, inside there was still some medicinal residue left that had not yet been emptied. Thanh Hoa followed behind me and said in a low voice:

"Miss, a few days ago my slave secretly asked the old doctor in the village. He said that Miss To had indeed been picking medicine for many years, but among the medicinal herbs she used was something called An Hon Grass."

“What is that?”

"The old doctor said that if used in small doses, it can calm the mind and relieve pain, but if taken for a long time, it will make the person more and more dependent, the head will hurt more and more, and once you stop taking this medicine, you will be extremely uncomfortable."

“There are people…

Love is real. But in the end, we still couldn't spend the rest of our lives together...". Is that right everyone??? I stared at the medicine residue in the kettle without saying a word. If Bui Hanh Chi's headache was a disease intentionally raised by To Nhuoc Huyen, then she was not his life-saving benefactor at all. She is an invisible lock.

“Don't hit the snake and move the grass.”

I withdrew my gaze.

“Take some of this medicine residue, wrap it up carefully and bring it back to the capital.”

Thanh Hoa nodded, and when no one was paying attention, he scraped off some medicine residue and wrapped it in a handkerchief. I turned around and returned to the front yard, accidentally bumping into To Nhuoc Huyen who was carrying a tea tray out. Seeing me coming from the back yard, the smile on her face momentarily stiffened.

"Miss Moc, the back yard is only filled with the primitive things of the servants, there's nothing worth seeing."

“I'm just going for a walk.”

I smiled softly and shouldered my way past her. On the day of departure to return to the capital, the sky was clear and the snow had stopped. Along the way, it seemed that Mrs. Bui was still not satisfied, intentionally and unintentionally recalling old events.

"Hanh Chi, when I was young, because I wanted to give the heirloom jade pendant to Van Duong, my father punished me to kneel all night."

"After that, I secretly hid the jade pendant in Van Duong's bookbox, leaving a note that said: 'When I grow up, I will marry you.'"

Mrs. Bui talked until her face was filled with joy. I noticed Bui Hanh Chi's face getting darker and darker. I quickly interrupted.

"Madam, there is a tea shop ahead. Let's rest for a while."

Mrs. Bui sighed and nodded. The carriage stopped and everyone got out to drink tea. While Mrs. Bui was not around, To Nhuoc Huyen leaned close to my ear and spoke both light and soft.

“Does Mrs. Bui not like me?”

"Do not have."

"So why does she always bring up those old things? Is it implying that Hanh Chi should not marry me?"

“It's the lady who thinks too much.”

To Nhuoc Huyen pursed her lips, bowed her head and said "yes", then turned around and got on the carriage. As soon as the car curtain fell, Bui Hanh Chi's voice came from inside.

“My head hurts again.”

“Let me rub it for you.” To Nhuoc Huyen replied softly.

I held a cup of tea in my hand, heard those two words "headache", still looked calm and took a sip of tea. In his previous life, on the way back to the capital, Bui Hanh Chi never complained of a headache. Before leaving, I clearly saw To Nhuoc Huyen stuffing several large packages of medicine into her luggage. I was still thinking when my wrist was suddenly held tightly by a hand, yanking me behind a low wall on the side of the road. It's Bui Hanh Chi. His fingertips were very cold, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

“Miss Moc.”

I struggled a bit but couldn't escape.

“Is something wrong?”

“Is it the nanny who said those words?”

"Not."

He didn't believe it.

"Regardless of whether it's you or not, in the future please let your mother do less of such things. Nhuoc Huyen will be sad when she hears about it."