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

Si Wan realized she had somehow offended the irritable man again. To win herself a more comfortable life in the following days, Si Wan decided to be gentler.

A little self-surrender could go a long way.

Following her righteousness, Si Wan ran to Gong Siming’s bed with a beaming smile.

She bowed respectfully, which added shock to his cold expression.

“Sorry, President Gong, please forgive me for my bad attitude.”

He didn’t have any clue what Si Wan was up to. Different from the past, she was no longer indifferent and submissive.

A smile of surprise appeared on his face. Gong Siming had no idea what kind of surprises were yet to be brought by her.

“I’m happy for the honor of taking care of you!”

Such hypocritical words even disgusted herself. But she didn’t have other options. After all, this person was Gong Siming, an omnipotent man. The stamp of his feet may cause an earthquake in City C.

Well, how did he get wounded?

There were so many people protecting him openly and secretly. Besides, his skills were extraordinary. How skillful the injurer must have been!

“President Gong, may I ask you a question?”

Si Wan looked at Gong Siming with her big, bright, pleading eyes.

Beyond her expectations, Gong Sijing nodded his consent.

“How did you get hurt?”

Gong Siming looked solemnly at her but made no reply.

“If you are reluctant to tell me, then just forget it.” Said Si Wan indifferently.

Gong Siming came to his senses and asked faintly.

“What did you say?”

It turned out that he didn’t hear her at all.

While repeating the question, Si Wan glanced curiously at Gong Siming.

“Oh, it was an accident.”

Whatever, his perfunctory answer provided no useful information. Who would be so foolish as to find someone to hurt himself?

Accident? Who would be shot by accident?

Maybe as an extraordinary man, he would.

If accidents happened often, his body would be filled with bullet holes.

This was just her random complaint. If Gong Siming was really killed, Junior Mistress Si Wan would be the most sorrowful one.

“No big deal, I was often injured on battlefields.”

To prevent Si Wan from feeling worried, Gong Siming went out of his way to explain.

Gong Siming often got wounded? But there were no distinct scars on his body.

“Where are your scars?”

Si Wan raised her question.

“Treated, otherwise, my mother would go mad at the sight of them.”

Gong Siming’s tone was indifferent. But it was his body they were talking about. Even the wound was treated, the pain would linger for a long time.

Although this man always wore a cold face, even to his families, he did care about their feelings.

Unwittingly, they started to chat.

Both born in military families, they had been staying in the army since an early age. About strategic deployment, arms, ammunition and cold weapons, they had certain knowledge and passion.

When such topics were brought up, they appreciated one another greatly.

They were amazed by each other’s sophisticated and surprising strategic deployment as well as their common passion for cold weapons and kickboxing.

Gong Siming elaborated on his campaigns of peacekeeping, and how he had led his men to fight terrorists as well as saving patriotic personages from professional assassins.

Too many times he had cheated death.

Full of admiration, Si Wan watched the man telling the thrilling stories with such ease, as if it was not him who had experienced those moments of life and death.

This was a good start. Neither of them noticed, but their quarrels happened less and less often.

At the sight of Gong Siming’s dry lips, Si Wan handed a glass of water to him.

Gong Siming didn’t mind Si Wan had drunk from that glass. Instead, he directly drank up.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Unwittingly, they approached each other.

When a certain topic reached its climax, Gong Siming would keep her in suspense, telling her to move closer so that he could whisper the result inher ear.

“Si Wan, don’t call me President Gong anymore, call me Ming as you used to!”

Holding the water from Si Wan to his mouth, Gong Siming sounded very gentle. His arbitrary and commanding tone had been long gone.

The smile on Si Wan’s face froze instantly.

Many years ago, Si Wan went for Gong Siming happily as usual, hoping to spend that Mid-Autumn Festival with him in Gong’s house.

The two families used to spend every Mid-Autumn Festival together.

With joy, she ran to him and spoke happily, “Ming, let’s go.”

But then she saw Gong Siming holding another girl’s hand. Coldly he said, “Don’t ever call me Ming again. We’re not on first-name terms, because you are not in the position!”

She tried to keep tears from falling. In an innocent tone, she asked.

“Why?”

But Gong Siming spoke without looking back.

“As I’ve said, you are not in the position to call my name!”

Si Wan helplessly watched him leaving with the girl hand in hand. Never could she forget the victorious smile of that girl when she looked back.

The passers-by were all laughing and gesticulating at her.

She felt abandoned by the whole world and had to face the darkness alone.

At that time, Si Wan had just experienced a life-or-death moment and left the hospital.

The first thing was to find Gong Siming as soon as possible.

But she hadn’t expected to see him holding another person’s hand.

As Si Wan thought of this, a drop of tear ran down from the corner of her eye.

Gong Siming reached out to wipe her falling teardrop.

He found it scorching as if it could erode everything.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

Wiping the tear stain, Si Wan restored her former composure.

“Did I say anything inappropriate?”

Gong Siming was a little upset by such an abstruse and vague feeling.

He was unsure about what he should or shouldn’t do.

“No, I’m just homesick.”

Hearing this, he suddenly realized this seemed to be her first trip abroad. It was natural for her to feel this way.

“Take it easy, let’s go back together as soon as I have recovered.”

Said Gong Siming solemnly, gently holding Si Wan’s hand.

Like a frightened rabbit, Si Wan instinctively drew back her hand but failed to free herself from his grip.

“Wan, why don’t we stop thinking too much about others, the past and the future during this period? We will just live in the present, you and me, what do you say?”

Si Wan had never seen this soulful and sincere side of Gong Siming.

“Gong…”

He reached out to put his finger gently on Si Wan’s lips.

“Call me Ming!”

Such sudden tenderness made Si Wan’s heart pound.

“Ming!”

Gong Siming yanked Si Wan into his arms.

“Wan, I’m sorry!”

Receiving the belated apology from Gong Siming, Si Wan sobbed silently.

“Cry all you want, because from now on, you will never have tears.”