After hanging up the phone, Wei Chengfeng stood up and walked over, sitting down on the single seater sofa furthest from her.
"These are what you must endure when marrying into the Wei Family."
"Mr. Wei, I feel that, no matter the reason you chose me, please consider my feelings occasionally. After all, I am your future wife. If we can't be deeply in love, at least we can treat each other with mutual respect. That way, both of our lives would be somewhat better, don't you agree?"
Wei Chengfeng snorted coldly, "You sure have a way with words."
Su Li sighed lightly and said, "I also came to you out of desperation. Actually, the decision still rests with you. If you disagree, I can only continue to live with you there, but you have said before that you respect my work and give me the freedom I need. If we live in the old house, my work will definitely be affected."
"I'll consider it."
Those four simple words were enough to make Su Li overjoyed.
Considering it was better than having no hope at all.
Just as Su Li was about to say some words of thanks, someone knocked on the door, "President, the on-call doctor has arrived."
"Come in."
The doctor entered and asked, "President, are you feeling unwell?"
"It's not me, it's her. Take a look at her foot."
Following the President's gaze, the on-call doctor noticed the woman sitting in the reception area and walked over, "Miss, is your foot injured? May I take a look?"
Su Li glanced at Wei Chengfeng, then brought her foot out again.
"It's just some blisters, not a big problem. Try to wear loose and comfortable shoes for the next couple of days, and apply some alcohol and ointment, and you'll be fine." The doctor brought over the medical kit and said, "I'll disinfect it for you first."
"Thank you."
But the sensation of alcohol on the broken skin was so sharply refreshing that Su Li kept inhaling sharply, her fingers digging forcefully into the leather sofa, lips tightly pursed, afraid she might accidentally let out a scream.
Seeing her furrowed brow, Wei Chengfeng was reminded of another person. Back then, when she was injured and he was applying medicine, she also furrowed her brows like this.
The way she bore the pain was exactly the same.
He still remembered that he had told her to cry out, yet she stubbornly refused, saying that it would be too embarrassing for someone her age to do so.
As memories of the past surfaced, a slight smile unwittingly appeared at the corner of Wei Chengfeng's mouth, without even his own notice.
When Su Li turned her head, she caught the smile on his face and curiously asked, "What are you laughing at?"
His train of thought interrupted, Wei Chengfeng quickly composed his expression. In just a moment, his face returned to being indifferent.
The doctor left after applying the disinfectant and ointment.
Unable to put on her shoes because the ointment hadn't dried, Su Li had no choice but to rest her foot on the coffee table. Then she turned to Wei Chengfeng, whose face was clouded, and asked, "The ointment hasn't dried yet, so I'm resting it here for a bit. You don't mind, do you?"
Seeing his expression grow darker, Su Li's mood became increasingly better. She even wiggled her toes and bent down to blow on them.
After a while, when the ointment had dried, she put her shoes back on.
"Alright, now that we're done talking, I won't disturb you any longer. I'll be leaving first, you get back to work."
"Wait."
Wei Chengfeng also stood up, "Since it's settled, let's go look at wedding rings together."
Su Li followed him in a daze, but after exiting the office, she heard him instruct his secretary, "Throw out the coffee table from my office."