Chapter 61 - I Owed You In Past Life (1/2)

”My wife is 21 years old.”

”Here it is,” The man brought over a file of medicine and passed it to him, ”She needs to take this two times a day until she feels better.

”Sanitary napkins,” Jun Zixuan said, holding the medicine in his hand.

”Sir, which one do you want?”

”Get me two from all the best brands you have.,” He paused. It should be enough right, ”Wait…Make it three.”

”Yes, your wife will be pleased.” So rich, so wilful! The owner inwardly cheered ready to embrace the dollar signs.

The man nodded his head, satisfied.

”And she is carsick.”

”We have medicines for that too.”

”And…”

…

'Blargh….'

Holding a water bottle in her hand, Yu Mei was squatting on the side of the road as she puked her guts out.

For the umpteenth time, she regretted not checking her horoscope before stepping out of the resort today. She did not believe in these things but her current situation was telling her that her stars were all maligned and scattered here and there, not moving anymore.

They have become stagnant causing her life to be so miserable.

Another wave of nausea hit her and she lowered her head once again.

'Blargh'

The loose locks of hair fell in front of her shoulder but she did not have the power to hold them.

Right at this moment, a hand patted her back.

''Ah….'' She was startled.

Despite her weakness, her hand moved at reflex to grab the person's wrist.

”It's me…”

The man's deep voice set her at ease.

She could not help it. After being assassinated in the middle of a forest, she dreaded these empty highways most.

Especially when right at this moment, the streetlights on either side of the road were not working.

Since the drugstore was inside a small alley, the car could not go inside. Moreover, moving around too much might just stain her dress by her discharge. So, she told me that she would be sitting in the car.

But how ironic it was that she did not even have the privilege to do that.

'Blargh' Yet another wave of nausea.

”Dammit…” She closed her eyes feeling the pain in her throat.

Jun Zixuan collected her hair in his fist while his other palm kept rubbing her back.

After one last round, she finally felt a lot better. Cleaning her mouth with water, she leaned back into the man's embrace. ”Jun Zixuan, I must have owed you something in my last life,'' She weakly muttered, ”For which you're taking revenge right now. Yes, that must be it.” But then again, she remembered not owing him anything in her past life.

”Talking about past life, we must be nemesis at that time,” He said before carrying her in his arms, ”.”