Chapter 79: Would You Love a Fool?

A few minutes later, the door to the ward was pushed open from outside.

Lu Nan supported herself on crutches as she walked in and sat on Song Wenwei’s bed. Song Wenwei was still lying in bed, and the ward’s curtains were a pale yellow with silver threads. When the wind blew them up, they shimmered with a flowing light.

“How are you?” Lu Nan asked. Without a doubt, the police would figure out who it was by tomorrow.

The clear, cool voice interrupted her daze. Song Wenwei turned her head to gaze at her and suddenly said, “I want to go public with you.”

Lu Nan was caught completely off guard by the statement. She had been pondering who wanted to harm Song Wenwei, but her thoughts were shattered by those words.

Her foot, which she had been about to lift, hovered awkwardly in mid-air, making her look especially comical.

“?” Lu Nan said, “That’s too sudden.”

“You don’t want to?” Song Wenwei watched her, trying to detect any reluctance in her eyes.

She was destined to be disappointed. This little rascal Lu Nan was more than willing—her inner self was setting off fireworks in celebration.

Six years—exactly six years! On the second day with her wife, she wanted to go public. Lu Nan wished she could throw her head back and laugh, then rush out to post wedding invitations everywhere.

She couldn’t suppress the upward curve of her lips. Lu Nan asked, “Of course I want to. Why do you suddenly want to go public?”

Song Wenwei wondered the same. Maybe it was Ran Li’s words that had reminded her, or perhaps it was what she felt she owed Lu Nan after those six years of suffering.

Hiding it—what was the point?

“Why does there need to be a reason for something like this?” Song Wenwei countered. “Then why did you want to be with me? Why were you willing to wait for me so long?”

“There doesn’t need to be a reason for something like this. I just followed my heart.”

“Then I’ll follow my heart too.”

Lu Nan was stunned for a moment. “Then I’ll go buy something first.”

“What?”

“Wedding candy.” Lu Nan held up her phone, showing a recent order. She said, “I’m buying wedding candy.”

“You… wait…” Song Wenwei grabbed her hand, her words laced with anxiety she hadn’t even noticed herself. “In a few days, after they catch the person who tried to murder me, then we’ll go public.”

“I’m afraid they’ll turn their target to you. Lu Nan, you absolutely can’t have anything happen to you—at least not because of me.”

“No need to be afraid. You said a few days, so we’ll wait a few days. Anyway, you’re not going to run off.” Lu Nan’s tone grew heavier, losing its earlier lightness. “Wenwei, are you scared? Not just of me—you’re scared for yourself too.”

“Who exactly is that person? Why do they want your life?”

“I want to know who it is too, Lu Nan. My head hurts…” Song Wenwei clutched her head in pain, murmuring, “I can’t remember…”

A slender, warm hand pressed against her head. She said, “Don’t think about it. I’m here with you. I’m with you, Wenwei. Don’t be afraid. Don’t be scared.”

The person in her arms gradually quieted. Song Wenwei’s hand lightly tugged at her sleeve. Lu Nan fed her some water, and the warm liquid brought comfort flowing back through her.

“This won’t do. This really won’t do.” Lu Nan held her and rocked her gently. “With me hobbling on crutches and you sick in bed, how are we supposed to eat hotpot like this?”

Song Wenwei burst into a brilliant smile. “You’re really treating me like a kid, huh? I have a concussion—rocking me like this makes stars burst in my eyes.”

“Ouch!” Lu Nan immediately stopped. She had almost forgotten about Song Wenwei’s concussion.

“My bad, my bad. If I rock you into retrograde amnesia and you forget me again, that’d be a total loss.”

“Who are you?” Song Wenwei held her head, acting so convincingly it was like she really had amnesia. Her lips parted as if to say something, then closed again.

Lu Nan felt a momentary daze. She grasped Song Wenwei’s hand and feigned hurt. “I’m your lawfully wedded wife, the one who came to you in full bridal glory. Have you forgotten me?”

Song Wenwei: “That was fun.”

“Of course it was fun. Did you see? They say we’re fated.”

Lu Nan pulled her close and showed her their super topic on her phone. After the car accident, Lu Nan had transformed from a little traffic-rubber to a hero.

The super topic had exploded. Even those who used to call it a cult had joined in.

【Truly converted, fam.】

【I’ll never spout off again. Slaps to the face are real.】

【Such tasty meat~】

It was a sea of red backgrounds with white text sending them off, mixed with shocking, worldly remarks. Naturally, there were the “Liu Bei literature” mirror-flip fanfics trying to turn the tables.

It had only been a few hours, and fanfiction was already popping up in the super topic.

Lu Nan scrolled through her phone, skimming quickly. Her face flushed red.

She was about to read some aloud to embarrass Song Wenwei too, but then thought better of it. Broad daylight—not appropriate. Too risqué.

Tonight, then!

Song Wenwei had seen it all too, of course. She didn’t ship couples, but people shipped them anyway—not just her and Lu Nan, but even her with Lu Nan’s other collaborators.

Where there were shippers, there were haters.

Lu Nan put away her phone and voiced the question buried in her heart. “When you didn’t remember me, what did you think when you saw me?”

“Of course I was thinking, who’s this person who’s always chasing after me? Later, when you cleared up the rumors for me, I was really grateful. I thought you were such a good person.”

“Were you upset when they insulted you?” Song Wenwei asked.

Lu Nan laughed. Her smile was bright and bold, captivating anyone who saw it, as if it were something worth celebrating.

Song Wenwei didn’t know what she was laughing about. Her joy was practically spilling over her face. How could being cursed out online be something to be happy about? Net trolls had vicious mouths—any action could be twisted into an attack.

She asked, “What are you laughing about?”

“Don’t you know that line they always say in the entertainment industry?” Lu Nan raised an eyebrow, turning to look at her leisurely, her eyes sparkling with delight.

“What line?”

“Poisonous solo stans only crack for the real sister-in-law.” Lu Nan leaned against the pillow, happily shaking her head.

Too bad her foot was in a cast and couldn’t move, or she’d have shown Song Wenwei some moves to prove her skills from the past two years.

Lu Nan said, “The harsher the curses, the more it proves my position. Doesn’t this just scream that I’m the real deal? Ooh, I’m the true sister-in-law. So true, I’m so happy.”

Song Wenwei let out a scoffing laugh. “You really seem a bit silly.”

“Falling in love makes you silly—doesn’t Sister Song know that?” Lu Nan nodded thoughtfully, saying it with utmost seriousness, like quoting a classic proverb.

This made Song Wenwei laugh helplessly. “You didn’t turn silly from dating. You’ve always been silly; dating just brought out your true colors.”

“Would you love a fool?” Lu Nan asked curiously. “If Lu Nan turned into a fool right now, would you abandon her in an empty house, leaving her all alone?”

“Foolish Lu Nan would definitely cry and say, ‘Sister Song, don’t leave me alone.'”

Song Wenwei cradled her head and shook it. Her own head couldn’t take shaking, but Lu Nan didn’t have a concussion. She gazed at her, her eyes reflecting Lu Nan’s figure. “How could Sister Song ever abandon a fool in an empty house?”