Zhan Hanjue stroked Zheng Ling's beautiful face, and she looked at him and smiled, brighter than the mountain flowers.

In order not to let him worry about her, Zheng Ling asked Grandma Boye to inject her with biological medicine. She firmly believed that Grandma Boye could completely cure her disease.

But she didn't know that Zhan Hanjue had discussed her condition with Grandma Boye early on. Grandma said that genetic disease was the cause of Zheng Ling's disease, and psychological disease was the external cause. Biological agents could only eliminate her psychological inducement factors.

Let her be determined that she is a healthy person and does healthy things. If her life goes smoothly in the future, maybe her disease will not relapse, but if she encounters another major trauma, there is no guarantee that she will not relapse.

Zhan Hanjue smiled and nodded, "Yeah."

Zheng Ling smiled sweetly.

Zhan Hanjue said: "Then, Zheng Ling, do you have any plans?"

In a nutshell, there are still variables in the future.

Therefore, Zhan Hanjue cannot let himself become weak, because he is Zheng Ling's protective umbrella and her strongest backing.

"Brother Jue, look at how energetic I have been these past two days. My illness is really cured." Zheng Ling emphasized again and again.

Zheng Ling looked confused, "I haven't thought about it for a while."

She said confidently: "However, the people you have trained with your own hands are very capable, so it shouldn't be difficult to find a job."

Zhan Hanjue pinched her nose gently and said angrily: "Wang Po sells her melons and boasts of herself."

Zheng Ling said: "Before I left, I had a long chat with my grandma. Grandma gave me a lot of advice. She said that life is short and each of us should learn to live for ourselves. She suggested that I find something to do that I like.

This idea sounds very selfish at first, but upon closer inspection, it is full of philosophy. Husband, I decided to go out to find a job. I want to realize my social value instead of being held in your hands and enjoying your labor every day.

Results. I should use my hands to make some contribution to society within my ability. Only then will my journey into this world be worthwhile."

Zhan Hanjue didn't want Zhengling to work, but Boye's warning still rang in his ears. "Only when Zhengling gets busy will she forget her feelings of anxiety and depression. The longer she forgets, the better it will be for her recovery."

Zhan Hanjue could only put aside all his worries and said with a smile, "Then what do you want to do?"

Zhan Hanjue felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured from his head to the soles of his feet, and his whole body felt chilly.

What if Zheng Ling wants to get rid of his protection?

"Zheng Ling... The workplace is very cruel to newcomers. Without my protection, I'm worried that you will be swallowed up by capital." Zhan Hanjue said seriously.

Zheng Ling covered her mouth and laughed.

"Then when you have thought about it, you can tell Brother Jue and I will help you make arrangements." Lord Zhan Han said dotingly.

Zheng Ling shook her head like a rattle, "No, I have to find a job by myself."

"Ahem..." Zhan Hanjue was so angry at Zheng Ling's rebellion.

Zheng Ling realized that it seemed too cruel to have sex with Zhan Hanjue when he was ill. He immediately lowered his posture and said with a smile: "Okay, if you really can't trust me, then protect me secretly and don't reveal my identity.

OK?"

Zhan Hanjue stared at her speechlessly, "Why, is it embarrassing to be my wife?"

Zheng Ling smiled mischievously and said: "The biggest capitalist in the imperial capital is here, and the capitalist who most wants to tear me apart and eat my belly is also here. Apart from you, who else has the heart to plot against me."

Lord Zhan Han was dumbfounded.

Zheng Ling probably doesn't know how beautiful she is and how attractive she is to men. If she goes out as the Crown Prince's wife, Zhan Hanjue certainly won't worry about anyone trying to plot her. But once she becomes anonymous, who knows how much will happen to her?

Men will covet her beauty.

Yan Zhengling said: "Of course not. Being your wife is a virtue accumulated by my eighteen generations of ancestors. Is it too late for me to be proud?"

Zhan Hanjue had a smile on his face and said arrogantly: "It's good to know."

Zheng Ling: "..."

It's really not modest at all.

"Then why do you need to hide your identity?" Zhan Hanjue asked.


Chapter completed!