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

What was yet to come would. Now that the car already reached the gate, Gong Siming couldn’t stall any longer and had to get off.

Standing behind the curtain, Feng Ling peeked at the golden Rolls-Royce Limited Edition parked at the entrance of the sanatorium, her eyes full of gloom.

As soon as she saw the man getting off, the gloom in her eyes gave way to complacency and craftiness.

As Gong Siming walked slowly into the sanatorium, Feng Ling quickly got back to bed. She was so agile and nothing like a person who had been in a coma for two years.

His legs felt like lead, and every step he took was extremely painstaking.

Standing outside Feng Ling’s ward, Gong Siming adjusted his breathing and mood. He didn’t want to irritate the woman as soon as she woke up. After all, she was his first girlfriend who had been in a coma for two years.

Gong Siming slowly pushed open the door, got in, and immediately heard Feng Ling’s voice, “Ming, is that you?”

Feng Ling’s slightly sobbing voice wrenched at his heart.

Gong Siming walked slowly to Feng Ling’s sickbed.

At the sight of his handsome face, slanting brows and deep eyes, Feng Ling smiled happily with tears in her eyes.

“Ming, finally you are here.” While speaking, Feng Ling slightly got up and threw her arms around Gong Siming’s waist.

Somehow, he wanted to push her away. While his hands were in mid-air, Feng Ling wept out her grief.

“Ming, I miss you so much! They told me that I was in a coma for two years, and you were always there for me. I’m so touched and happy. I thought I would never wake up…”

Her cry grew increasingly louder, and her body trembled more and more violently. Gong Siming had to pat her on the back to comfort her.

If Gong Siming was not confused, he should have noticed her movement. No person reliant on apparatus to survive for two years could do that soon after her revival.

That was his Achilles’ heel which had been exploited by Feng Ling since the very beginning.

But Gong Siming was unaware of his own vulnerability.

He comforted Feng Ling and kept her company till the night.

Feng Ling gazed adoringly at the man who fed her spoon by spoon. Gong Siming was expressionless and even a little indifferent.

Feng Ling talked throughout the afternoon about the old days when she was with Gong Siming. Too disconcerted to say a word, he had to listen quietly.

In front of Gong Siming, Feng Ling used to be gentle, shy, inarticulate, and as docile as a rabbit.

Whenever Gong Siming thought of such a delicate girl standing up to protect him, he would be intrigued. His gratitude and appetency of conquest would be kindled.

In the past two years, Gong Siming had been hoping that she could wake up sooner. But when she finally did, everything had changed.

At the sight of the tender woman, he somehow already lost the initial feeling to shield her with his arms. Now he was at a loss and full of guilt.

Gong Siming didn’t leave until Feng Ling fell asleep.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

After his departure, Feng Ling slowly opened her eyes in the dark and smirked.

On their way back, Hua Er drove fast. As soon as Gong Siming returned to the villa, he rushed to the bedroom.

It was already over eleven o’clock, but Si Wan was nowhere to be found in the bedroom.

Disappointedly Gong Siming went downstairs, sat on the sofa in the living room, and closed his eyes. His glamorous face was filled with exhaustion.

“Ming, have you solved the issue?” As soon as Si Wan entered the door, she saw Gong Siming forlornly reclining on the sofa and thus asked anxiously.

Si Wan’s voice awakened Gong Siming, who immediately rushed up and held her tightly.

Almost out of breath, Si Wan gently patted Gong Siming on the back.

“Ming, everything will be fine. No matter what kind of difficulties you come across, I will always be there for you.” Like a stream of warmth, Si Wan’s voice flowed into Gong Siming’s anxious heart.

That night, Si Wan was not resistant but satisfied his every demand.

The next day when Si Wan woke up, Gong Siming was no longer there.

Dragging her almost shattered body, Si Wan got out of bed. When she was getting dressed, Gong Siming’s ambiguous voice came over.

“My wife is amazing!”

Si Wan blushed immediately, and there was an ineffable charm about her.

Attracted by her rosy cheeks, Gong Siming walked over and hugged Si Wan from behind. Ashamed by such a morning practice, Si Wan nudged the tall figure.

Gong Siming said softly, “Wan, don’t move. Let me hug you just for a while.”

Si Wan gave a faint smile, “Okay, just a while.”

They embraced quietly until Si Wan’s stomach growled and broke the sweet silence.

Gong Siming let go of Si Wan, grabbed her hand, and led her to the tea table. A hearty breakfast had already been served.

The couple ate happily when Gong Siming’s cell phone rang again.

Gong Siming took out his phone. It was from the sanatorium.

Gong Siming signaled to Si Wan and then went to the study to answer the call.

“President Gong, please come here as soon as possible. Miss Feng Ling wouldn’t eat anything and insists on seeing you.” An anxious voice came in.

The news ignited the rage within Gong Siming.

“President Gong…” Before the caller could finish his words, Gong Siming had hung up.

Back in the living room, Gong Siming felt distressed at the sight of his lady dining elegantly.

“Wan…” Before Gong Siming could explain, Si Wan spoke with a smile.

“I know you are busy, just go!”

As Gong Siming turned away, a flicker of frustration flashed across Si Wan’s eyes.

Since he was reluctant, she found it unnecessary to ask. When the time came, she believed Gong Siming would tell her.

After breakfast, Si Wan headed to the company.

The employees changed their attitudes dramatically. Now Si Wan was greeted with flattering faces and bows of respect.

Si Wan knew it well this was all thanks to Gong Siming. Now even Grandpa Gong moved back to Gong’s house.

Because of this, Si Huating called Si Wan and complained about Gong Yiyuan for his ungrateful behavior.

Si Wan felt helpless and knew not how to comfort the old man.

After a busy day at work, Si Wan checked her phone, but not a single call came from Gong Siming. The man seemed really busy.

For the following month, Gong Siming had been going out early and coming home late. Si Wan felt destressed for the exhausted man and wanted to help him relax.