News of her husband's visit to the school–and her marriage–must have spread. Niu Caijie had been there to bear witness, so there was no point denying it.
"Didn't think you'd go for a cripple." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "You can do better."
She didn't want to get into all the details involving the Fengs regarding her marriage, so she simply brushed his hand off. "I like him," she argued. "And he's not crippled, only injured; he'll recover sooner or later. Also, please stop touching me so casually."
"Why? We're close, and that's how I usually interact with people. But wait–you said your husband would recover?"
"He's undergoing treatment." In her excitement, she couldn't help adding, "Just last night, he said he felt some sensation in his legs."
Qian Hongwei narrowed his eyes. "So you think he'll recover soon?" he asked, to which she nodded.