Replenishment Wedding

Meng Qingge saw the worry on Mr. Fu's face, so she asked anxiously, "But what?"

"But from my experience, your husband's sudden recovery is unreasonable." Mr. Fu stroked his goatee and frowned slightly. "I estimate that it won't be long before it will return to its original state."

Meng Qingge nodded and said, "I can accept that. It's a slow reply. No rush. I was just worried that he would suddenly die …"

"He won't die, don't let your imagination run wild!" Mr. Fu shook his head, "This Grandpa Fu is giving you his word, ah!"

Due to Mr. Fu's assurance, Meng Qingge finally felt relieved.

As long as Ji Wanzhou didn't die, then that was good.

Even if he was paralyzed, even if he was blind, even if he was a vegetable, as long as he was alive and breathing, all was well. As long as he was alive, all was well.

Ji Wanzhou returned a few days later, and only returned to the Liu Family house at 8 PM.