The Venomous Wife Let Me Go - Chapter 4

Bai Jun noticed that Lin Song seemed a bit bolder when in a good mood,

“You just woke up, don’t stay up too late.”

After 10 p.m., Lin Song walked over, ready to turn off the TV.

“Wife, let me watch a little longer just ten more minutes, okay?”

Bai Jun was right at the most exciting part and couldn’t help but look at Lin Song with pleading eyes, whispering her request.

Lin Song’s gaze lingered on her pitiful expression for a moment before she pressed her lips together and sat on the edge of the bed to keep her company.

In the blink of an eye, ten minutes passed.

Bai Jun wanted to try the same trick again, feigning helplessness, but Lin Song ignored her puppy-dog eyes and stood up decisively to turn off the TV.

So her usually obedient wife could be this ruthless too!

Pouting, Bai Jun sulked over the unfinished episode, feeling utterly wronged.

She shot a resentful glance at Lin Song, who had turned on a small nightlight and resumed working, and made up her mind: Once she recovered, she would mercilessly shut Lin Song’s laptop during work hours let her suffer the same torment!

She had even considered making noise after ten minutes to disrupt Lin Song and force her to rest.

But her body betrayed her, and before long, Bai Jun drifted off to sleep, still simmering with indignation.

When she woke the next morning, sunlight already filled the hospital room, and Lin Song was nowhere to be seen.

Aunt Feng had arrived, and a caregiver was now on duty.

A sealed bottle of perfume sat on the bedside table.

At the sight of it, Bai Jun couldn’t help but smile then, catching herself, quickly schooled her expression into a stern one.

The caregiver was professional, massaging Bai Jun’s slightly stiff limbs from prolonged bed rest while helping her walk slowly.

Bai Jun worked up a sweat. Though she hadn’t fully regained her strength, she managed a few steps, and by midday, her complexion had visibly improved.

After struggling through a wash-up and changing into fresh hospital clothes, she lay back in bed feeling like a whole new person.

“Lin Song said you stopped at episode 654, 13 minutes and 24 seconds, did she remember correctly?”

As if reading her thoughts, Aunt Feng smiled and turned on the TV.

Bai Jun froze for a second before nodding sheepishly as the screen picked up right where she’d left off the night before.

Her heart fizzed like a bottle of sparkling soda, sweet bubbles of joy rising uncontrollably.

Sure, Lin Song had been harsh last night, but she cared so much she’d even secretly noted the exact moment the TV was turned off!

Bai Jun’s lips curled up again. Well, maybe she could forgive that cold-hearted TV shutdown, considering how much Lin Song paid attention to her.

Clearing her throat, Bai Jun discreetly opened the perfume and spritzed it on her collarbones and wrists.

Lin Song loved her so much she’d definitely be thrilled to smell the same fragrance on her tonight!

With that thought, Bai Jun spent the entire day in a strangely giddy mood. She didn’t quite understand why she felt so happy, but every time she thought of Lin Song, joy bubbled up inside her like effervescent soda.

She napped again in the afternoon and woke at dusk.

Just as the workday ended, a light rain began pattering outside. Bai Jun shuffled to the window, leaning on the sill to look down at the bustling streets below crowds hurried by, cars streamed past, and neon lights flickered on one by one, dazzling and bright.

How wonderful!

Waking up to find the time still early, the moments just right, everything bustling yet vibrant this feeling.

She thought she should be lighthearted and happy.

Since childhood, she had loved leaning by the window, waiting for her parents to come home from work. Back then, every minute was both waiting and anticipation. She would wait for her parents, who sometimes returned late, and occasionally, she would also wait for her aunt, Bai Huayi. Her aunt spoiled her, always bringing snacks her mother wouldn’t buy.

She gazed curiously at the familiar yet strange scenery outside the window, but an inexplicable sadness suddenly surged over her like a tidal wave, threatening to swallow her whole.

A car stopped in front of the hospital. An umbrella opened inside, and Lin Song stepped out, holding a bouquet of flowers.

Even from a distance, Bai Jun recognized Lin Song’s figure immediately.

The flowers in Lin Song’s arms bloomed brilliantly, their vivid colors striking Bai Jun’s eyes. She blinked, as if a curtain had been lifted from her vision, her sight clearing again, and the suffocating tightness in her chest easing as she could breathe once more.

Bai Jun pressed a hand to her chest in confusion, unsure where this overwhelming sense of despair and panic had come from.

Below the window, Lin Song walked briskly. After a few steps, as if sensing something, she suddenly looked up, her gaze landing on Bai Jun’s window.

Startled, Bai Jun gasped and quickly ducked back, her face flushing red.

Meeting the teasing gaze of Aunt Feng behind her, Bai Jun felt an inexplicable guilt.

“I wasn’t waiting for her,” she protested stiffly, lifting her chin. “It was just a coincidence.”

She was supposed to be the proud, sharp-witted CEO, she wouldn’t do something as childish as leaning by the window, waiting for someone.

“I know,” Aunt Feng replied, faint laugh lines appearing at the corners of her eyes as she played along. “Boss Bai was just hungry.”

There was something undeniably odd about Aunt Feng’s expression.

“Anyway, you can’t say anything about this in front of Lin Song!”

Bai Jun shot Aunt Feng a frustrated look, certain she was being laughed at, but she didn’t have time to argue further.

With effort, she shuffled back to the hospital bed, pulling the covers over herself. Not long after, Lin Song pushed open the door.

The rich fragrance of flowers filled the air as Lin Song walked in, smiling at her with the bouquet. It was hard to say whether the flowers or the person holding them were more beautiful.

“The nurse said you’re recovering well today.”

Lin Song was dressed in her usual simple suit. When she wasn’t smiling, she looked every bit the cold, elite professional. But whenever she was in Bai Jun’s presence, her beautiful eyes always brimmed with warmth.

“Just average!”

Under Lin Song’s gaze, Bai Jun grew restless again and turned her head away. “I’ve always been healthy. A minor illness like this won’t take me down.”

“That’s true!” Lin Song’s eyes took on a distant, misty look, as if recalling something. “Junjun has always been amazing.”

Meeting Bai Jun’s expectant gaze, Lin Song stepped closer with the flowers and arranged them in the vase by the bed.

Bai Jun glanced at Lin Song, then slowly lowered her head, her joy deflating like a punctured balloon Lin Song had changed her perfume!

The new scent was pleasant, but it made her day-long anticipation feel like a joke.

Bai Jun’s lips pressed into a tighter line.

“Do you really like this perfume, Junjun?”

Lin Song must have noticed the discarded perfume box in the trash. She leaned in with a smile.

“The perfume I’m wearing today was also blended by Junjun.” She thoughtfully pulled up the blanket that had slipped off Bai Jun, and as she leaned in closer, the scent of her perfume grew stronger.

“Between these two fragrances, which one does Junjun prefer?”

Lin Song tilted her head to look at her, asking as if it were just a casual question: “You once told me that people have memories tied to scents. I thought I’d try using different perfumes to help jog some of your memories.”

Her expression was innocent, her tone gentle, yet her features were so exquisitely striking that Bai Jun felt an odd sense of pressure from her presence.

“I…” Bai Jun swallowed involuntarily.

She shouldn’t be like this Lin Song was wearing a perfume she had blended today, which meant she was even more skilled than she’d imagined. As a domineering CEO, she shouldn’t show weakness in front of Lin Song.

“This one today is lovely too, but I still prefer yesterday’s,” Bai Jun steadied herself and answered with her head held high.

Today’s perfume had a green, fresh, and elegant scent, carrying a faintly detached, solitary coolness. In comparison, she still preferred the romantic and fragrant citrus notes of the one she wore yesterday, it carried a subtle joy that made her happy just by smelling it.

“Is that so?” The smile on Lin Song’s face visibly brightened.

Only belatedly did Bai Jun realize: her words might have also been an indirect confession to Lin Song because the previous day’s perfume had been a token of affection she’d given Lin Song.

Was Lin Song deliberately coaxing her into saying something romantic?

Bai Jun shot Lin Song a suspicious glance.

Lin Song’s expression remained pure and guileless, her eyes sparkling.

Lin Song didn’t seem like the scheming type.

And, admittedly, seeing Lin Song happy made Bai Jun feel a little happy too.

Her wife was so easy to please just a casual, playful remark from her could make Lin Song this delighted.

A strange warmth spread through Bai Jun’s chest, her ears growing hot, and she averted her gaze again.

She met Aunt Feng’s eyes from across the room.

Aunt Feng’s expression wasn’t teasing as Bai Jun had expected in fact, her eyes seemed to shimmer with unshed tears.

But Aunt Feng was the first to look away.

“Alright! Since Lin Song is here, I’ll head home first.”

To Bai Jun’s surprise, Lin Song and Aunt Feng didn’t seem particularly close their conversation was brief and polite.

After Aunt Feng left, Lin Song also sent the caregiver home, meaning she would be the one taking care of Bai Jun that night.

Lin Song carefully asked the caregiver about the specifics of looking after Bai Jun.

At first, Bai Jun felt a little smug, thinking Lin Song must love her so much that she insisted on doing everything herself.

But when she overheard the caregiver teasingly “reporting” to Lin Song”Miss Bai is recovering well, but she’s very particular about cleanliness and gets shy. She absolutely refuses to let me help her wash, insisting on doing it herself.”Bai Jun’s face flushed red all over again.

The caregiver left after finishing her report.

Bai Jun kept her eyes down, not wanting Lin Song to know she’d been eavesdropping, and pretended to watch TV though her heart was pounding uncontrollably.

What if Lin Song wanted to help her bathe later?

Logically, she knew she and Lin Song were legally married and must have been intimate before, but Bai Jun still couldn’t shake her embarrassment.

It took a long while before she dared to sneak another glance at Lin Song, who was busy working.

Lin Song wasn’t fully focused on her work her lips were slightly pursed, her gaze distant, as if pondering something of great importance. Perhaps the air conditioning was too warm, as Lin Song’s cheeks were tinged with pink, like a plump peach, giving her an exceptionally delicate and charming appearance.

As if sensing something, Lin Song looked up and met Bai Jun’s gaze before she could look away.

“Is it time to wash up?” Lin Song asked softly. Apart from her slightly flushed cheeks, her expression was perfectly natural. “I’ll go adjust the water temperature.”

Bai Jun’s back stiffened almost instantly, and she couldn’t help but swallow hard.

What should she do? What should she do?

Lin Song seemed like a sensitive person. If Bai Jun refused her help, she might start overthinking things.

Bai Jun’s mind went blank, unable to come up with the right words.

Lin Song stayed in the bathroom for quite a while before coming out.

“The water temperature was a bit tricky to adjust,” Lin Song explained gently.

Bai Jun gave a dry “Mm” in response, her body tense, feeling as though her brain had stopped functioning.

Lin Song gathered the clean clothes and toiletries, then walked to the bedside and helped Bai Jun up.

Bai Jun had thought she would need her crutches to stand, but Lin Song, despite her delicate appearance, was surprisingly strong, lifting Bai Jun effortlessly.

Bai Jun found herself leaning entirely against Lin Song.

It was the first time their skin had touched like this.

Where Lin Song’s hands made contact, it felt as though tiny sparks had ignited. The scent of her perfume grew more distinct, a light green fragrance that suddenly became intoxicatingly rich. Bai Jun could barely breathe,

“Wait!”

At the bathroom door, Bai Jun’s face flushed crimson as she closed her eyes and spoke.

She quickly scrambled for a reason to refuse Lin Song’s help, but before she could say anything, something hard was pressed into her hand.

Lin Song had handed her the crutches.

“I won’t go in with you.”

Lin Song lowered her eyes. “The nurse said it’s better for your recovery if you wash up on your own.”

“I’ll wait by the door. If you run into any trouble, you must tell me.”

“O-of course!”

Bai Jun exhaled in relief, unable to suppress a smile. Worried that Lin Song might misinterpret it, she quickly schooled her expression and took Lin Song’s hand, sweetly reassuring her, “Lin Song, you’re so thoughtful! You’ve considered everything.”

The corners of Lin Song’s lips seemed to curl slightly.

Her wife was so easy to coax she believed whatever Bai Jun said.

Seeing no signs of anger from Lin Song, Bai Jun finally relaxed and, with some effort, hobbled into the bathroom on her crutches.

Lin Song didn’t help.

She kept her head lowered, her gaze fixed on the hand Bai Jun had just held, her expression unreadable.

Yet Bai Jun couldn’t shake the feeling of a scorching heat on her back, as if someone was staring at her with intense, unrestrained focus.

Her spine tingled, and she hastily shut the door, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but at the moment the door closed, she thought she heard a soft chuckle.

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