Chapter 329: Volume 1 Chapter 329 Prison Cell (14)

After the wedding ceremony ended, he scooped her up sideways, took the elevator, and arrived at a luxurious suite on the hotel's top floor.

Jiang Zhi was roughly thrown onto the bed by him, her body bouncing a few times on the soft mattress, sinking completely into the bedding, while streams of pale golden light poured down from the ceiling, scattering across her snow‑white wedding dress and refracting like a galaxy with a brilliant gleam.

Fu Shao Huai loosened his collar, took off his military coat, immediately pressed himself onto her, and with one tug ripped away her gauze skirt; the heavy, elaborately crafted wedding gown turned into scraps of fabric in his hands, scattering beside the bed.

Jiang Zhi cried out from the pain, reaching out to stop his hand, but he clamped her wrist, leaving her unable to move a finger.

Her slender, fragile wrist soon showed spreading, ferocious red marks.

The frenzied man ignored her tears, grabbed her body and pressed her against the headboard, tied her struggling wrists with gauze strips, pinched her chin, and brutally kissed her.

Soon a bloody taste filled her mouth; Jiang Zhi had never endured such violent, rough treatment, and the Hatred Value at 100% brought not only his hatred toward her but also his resentment and despair.

His thin lips moved to the edge of her earlobe, he opened his mouth and bit down hard, the force not light; her delicate skin oozed bright red blood that seeped along her neck and stained the white sheets.

Tears rolled from her eyes, dropping onto the pillow, her vision blurred, and the man looming over her finally ceased his movements.

Fu Shao Huai buried his face deep in her neck, holding her body tightly.

After a moment, the man's throat choked with sobs, he called her name over and over as if possessed,

"Zhizhi, don't leave me again… please…"

Jiang Zhi listened to his words and gradually fainted.

"A drug was found in her blood; after testing, I discovered that this drug can cause her memory to become disordered, even cause her to lose memory."

The old doctor pushed up his high‑powered glasses and replied.

Fu Shao Huai, standing beside the sickbed, felt his eyelids twitch heavily as he recalled the look she gave him in the wedding hall.

She had not deceived him; she had truly lost all her memory.

Therefore, Qiao Yu could deceive her into marrying him.

Fu Shao Huai raised his hand to cover half his face, laughed, painfully self‑mocking, on the verge of insanity.

Moments later, he clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swaying unsteadily a few times before stopping in place.

Seeing this, the old doctor hurriedly said, "Marshal Fu, your wounds are not yet healed; you need rest."

The news published in newspapers and on the radio was half‑true, half‑false; Fu Shao Huai had feigned death, but he had indeed been shot, barely able to move after lying in bed for half a month, the situation then hanging by a thread—he risked his life to eradicate future threats and return from the battlefield sooner.

But his emotions are now extremely unstable; any further stimulation could put him in imminent danger.

Fu Shao Huai shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

He sat beside the sickbed like a statue, motionless, staring intently at the sleeping girl.

The old doctor sighed and left the room.

…

When Jiang Zhi woke up, she saw this face.

Stubbled, his brows and eyes shrouded in deep fatigue and weakness, the whites of his eyes bloodshot, as if he had stayed up all night for a week.

Seeing this, she froze for a moment, almost failing to recognize that the person before her was the villain.

But the man suddenly embraced her, no longer fierce and rough as before, instead showing a hint of tenderness.

"You…" she opened her mouth, managing only a single word.

"Sorry." Fu Shao Huai's voice low and hoarse, tinged with sobs, echoed as he sank into deep self‑reproach.

Jiang Zhi had never seen him like this; she stared for a few seconds, then slowly reached out to stroke his back, whispering, "It's okay."

After a long while.

She caught a strong scent of blood, pushed him away, lowered her gaze, and her eyes fell on his abdomen: "Are you hurt?"

Fu Shao Huai reached out to cover his abdomen, from which blood kept seeping, stepped back, and said, "No."

Jiang Zhi furrowed her brow slightly, "Master Fu, let me have a look."

Fu Shao Huai froze in place, his pupils dilating suddenly, "You… you remember me?"

Jiang Zhi answered perfunctorily, wanting to examine his abdominal wound.

"Your wound needs treatment."

Fu Shao Huai's heart swelled with joy, but recalling how he had treated her at the hotel filled him with extra guilt.

While he was dazed, Jiang Zhi lifted his shirt; his abdomen was wrapped in strips of bandage, dark red blood staining them and seeping out, a shocking sight.

Her face tightened, "How did you get such a serious wound?"

Fu Shao Huai heard her, came to his senses, hastily lowered his hem to cover his abdomen, stood up, and explained, "On the battlefield it's unavoidable…"

Jiang Zhi's pallid face grew solemn and earnest; she called out to him, cutting him off: "Master Fu."

Fu Shao Huai met her gaze and could only promise, "I'll take care of it right now; don't worry."

Having said that, he turned and was about to leave.

"I'll go with you." Jiang Zhi lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and followed behind him.

The old doctor, who had been about to rest, was summoned back; he saw the girl already awake, and beside her stood Marshal Fu, wagging his tail like a frenzied golden retriever.

The old doctor still thought he was dreaming.

"Doctor…"

The old doctor gasped, then quickly replied, "I'm here, I'm here."

Jiang Zhi said, "Please help him treat his wound."

The old doctor looked at the man; previously unwilling to treat his wound, Marshal Fu now obediently lifted his shirt, sat in a chair, and waited for treatment.

Old doctor: "……" He might really be dreaming!

After the treatment, he habitually reminded, "Try to avoid water these days; take your medicine on schedule."

After saying that, he regretted it, a chill ran down his spine, trembling as he wanted to take back his words.

Jiang Zhi responded from the side, "Thank you, doctor; I'll remind Master Fu to take his medicine on time."

The old doctor broke out in a cold sweat, and his fingers trembled as he held the medicine.

Just who is this woman to the Marshal? Her nerve is too much.

Fu Shao Huai, unprecedentedly, replied with a single sentence: "Thank you."

The old doctor stared, speechless: "No, no need to thank me!"

Then he left the Fu Fu feeling light-headed.

As soon as the doctor left, Jiang Zhi poured him a cup of hot water, watched him take the medicine, and said, "Master Fu, it's time to go to sleep."

Upon reaching the bedroom bed, Fu Shao Huai lay down and refused to close his eyes, staring at her silhouette, as if afraid she would leave once he fell asleep.

Jiang Zhi reached out, grasped his hand resting under the blanket, sat on the bedside, and said, "I won't leave again."

Fu Shao Huai listened to her words, his drowsiness grew heavier, and he slowly fell asleep—but the slightest movement of her hand would wake him, leaving him restless and devoid of any sense of security.

His thin lips twitched, and he murmured in his sleep:

"I miss you so much… Zhizhi…"

Jiang Zhi lay on the bedside, gazing at his peaceful face, the corners of her lips slightly curving.

"I miss you too."