Remember Self-Control: Bossy Husband Loves Me Deep to Soul

He rose to his feet and patted the stains from the battle just now.

“Ming, how long has it been since you mentioned Feng Ling? Or we can put it in another way, how long has it been since the last time you missed Feng Ling?”

He suddenly halted. Indeed, Feng Ling hadn’t crossed his mind for a long time.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

However, Gong Siming would never admit his feelings for Feng Ling had faded while his affection for Si Wan was on the rise.

“If it weren’t for you, I should be in the sanatorium right now.”

After that, he left without looking back.

Gong Siming left under their gaze, and the other three looked at each other smilingly.

They all understood it tacitly. Only one man was not willing to face his innermost being.

The night of the imperial capital was never boring. Under colorful lights, the streets were crowded with people and vehicles. There were also people wandering in high streets and back lanes, looking for directions.

Outside the Mysterious Bar, a cool breeze blew over. The grim and glamorous man unwittingly tightened his coat.

He closed his eyes to feel the ambiance quietly.

Several girls nearby discussed the man in their sight in a low voice. What a glamorous presence!

But no one dared to approach.

Even staggering drunk men couldn’t help leaning away from him.

A premium Royce Royce slowly drove up to the man.

After Hua Er got out of the car, he saw the man holding his head high with his eyes closed. Hua Er couldn’t help but sigh.

Although Hua Er had been working for Gong Siming for fifteen years, he had never seen him like this.

Hua Er signed that even a godlike presence as him was in the end a mortal in face of romance.

The midnight breeze was a little biting.

Pulling open the door, Hua Er spoke in a deep voice.

“President Gong, it’s cold at night, please get in.”

He had noticed the arrival of Hua Er and even heard clearly the whispers of those women behind him.

His unrestrained demeanor and even his movement of getting in the car aroused a fit of screams.

The car soon disappeared into the dark. Cowards were left there whispering.

“President Gong, where are we going?” Asked Hua Er with a gentle voice.

While staring out the window, Gong Siming blurted out.

“Home!”

At the instruction, Hua Er sped up and drove towards Gong’s villa.

“Nah, Hua Er, let’s go to the sanatorium.”

Gong Siming suddenly came to his senses and spoke affirmatively.

Without further ado, Hua Er immediately changed course.

In the middle of the night, the sanatorium was so quiet that only the sound of equipment and people’s irregular breaths could be heard.

As the best sanatorium in the imperial capital and even the whole country, it was equipped with the state-of-the-art instruments and top medical teams all over the world.

Ordinary people would find it inaccessible even with their life savings.

A woman with rosy cheeks was lying quietly in the sickbed.

Her chest was heaving with her breath as if she had never been through a car accident.

She was even in a better state than she was in her frisky past.

Without Gong Siming, she would have never been able to stay here.

But there was no if. Gong Siming was willing to pay and do everything for her.

Both parties were willing, and no one could clearly explain the reason.

The door was opened gently.

A faintly discernible smile appeared on the woman’s face.

A perfect figure quickly approached the sickbed.

Reaching out, he gently held the woman’s tender hand and slowly sat in the chair by her sickbed.

He gently put her hand on his face and felt the scent of the patient.

“Feng Ling, I’m here for you,” said Gong Siming with a poker face.

“Do you miss me? You’ve been sleeping for so long. Why don’t you wake up?”

Although he was anxious to express his yearning, when the words came out, they somehow turned into calm greetings.

He no longer had that upsurge of emotions like before.

“Are you still mad at me that I married your injurer?”

He intended to curse Si Wan but found it extremely hard.

“Maybe there is really some kind of a misunderstanding, maybe she didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Gong Siming kept talking to himself and didn’t notice the faint twitch of Feng Ling’s eyelids.

“You have to believe that you are my beloved one. I’ve been punishing her, but she never fights back and even treats me indifferently.”

He couldn’t help gripping more tightly of her hand at the thought of Si Wan’s usual indifference and politeness to him.

It was not until he felt the resistance against his hands did he let go of hers.

“I’m sorry, Feng Ling. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be lying here.”

He didn’t know why but found it hard to urge her to wake up like he used to.

Worse still, he was a little worried about how to deal with Si Wan if Feng Ling really woke up!

Divorce? It seemed he had never thought of divorcing Si Wan.

Needless to say, he didn’t notice the estrangement and calmness in his tone when he spoke to Feng Ling.

The overtone was filled with his guilt for Si Wan running into Feng Ling.

“Do you remember how we met?”

But after that, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

He unexpectedly found himself unable to continue.

Looking at the woman in the front, Gong Siming showed a trace of doubt in his eyes.

The person who crossed his mind just now was Si Wan.

But it was Feng Ling who helped him back then. She risked her life to send him to the hospital.

He still remembered the moment when he opened his eyes, he met Feng Ling’s anxious gaze.

Tear stains still lingered at the corners of her eyes while her body was dotted with bloodstains.

He hadn’t expected such a tender and thin woman should show no fear against a dozen professional assassins.

From that moment on, Gong Siming had been telling himself that only such a woman would deserve his love.

She was gentle in character, pure in appearance, and audacious in temperament.

Once he firmly believed she was the one, no one could change his mind.

At that time, Gong Siming was indeed like that.

Gong Siming instantly recovered his usual decisiveness as if he had got the answer.

His gaze became fierce again while the corners of his mouth were curved up to a glamorous angle.

“I knew it, Feng Ling, that you are my destiny.”

His words seemed to have been meant for Feng Ling, who was lying in the sickbed. In fact, he was saying it to himself, who had already faltered in his resoluteness.

He came to the sanitarium to prove he still cared about Feng Ling.

When he got out of the sanatorium, he felt much better.

He also restored his usual prudence and coldness.

The anguish in his eyes had vanished.

Seeing Gong Siming in such good condition, Hua Er knew he must have found the answer he needed.

But how long the answer could last was still unknown.

After arriving at the company, Gong Siming sat in his office with a poker face.

He was waiting for someone.