Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Jian Yufei did not put on any airs and just opened her mouth to eat the apple,

It’s rare that Ruan Tianling would serve her once, so why not enjoy it while it lasts.

The man seemed to be able to sense her reluctance, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened. He used a small knife to cut another piece and fed it to her, and Jian Yufei once again opened her mouth to eat.

Unknowingly, she ate the entire apple.

Ruan Tianling pulled out a tissue to wipe his fingers, then used it to wipe her mouth.

Jian Yufei stared at him in surprise, and he raised an eyebrow with a faint smile, saying, “Isn’t it too late to be disgusted now? All this while, my fingers were feeding you.”

Jian Yufei blushed and was left speechless. Her lips, where he’d wiped, felt dirty, making her hesitant to speak.

Suddenly, she sat up, throwing off the blanket. Ruan Tianling put his hand on her shoulder, “What are you planning to do?”

“To the bathroom!” she said through gritted teeth.

The man glanced at the infusion bag hanging there, there was still a lot of fluid left to be given.

He stood up and took down the bag, holding it high. “Let’s go.”

Jian Yufei was stunned, was he going to accompany her to the bathroom?

“I can go by myself.” She stood up and reached out to take it.

Unfortunately, Ruan Tianling was too tall, and she couldn’t reach his hand at all.

“How are you going to manage if you’re holding this?” He gave her a ‘you’re an idiot’ look.

Even if she couldn’t use the bathroom comfortably, she certainly couldn’t let him accompany her inside.

“Call Aunt Li.”

“If Aunt Li was here, do you think I would have stayed? She went back to cook for you.” Ruan Tianling said a bit impatiently.

So, him staying was not for taking care of her, he just couldn’t leave.

Jian Yufei tugged the corner of her mouth slightly, she’d rather he be more direct with her than pretend to care.

“Let me do it myself,” she insisted once more.

Ruan Tianling’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he was equally stubborn.

It was as if the more she resisted, the more he persisted.

Jian Yufei suddenly pulled out the needle from her hand, flung it away, and strode off toward the bathroom.

Ruan Tianling stood still, his gaze catching the sight of the fresh blood seeping quickly from her hand. He narrowed his sharp eyes.

Shortly after, Jian Yufei came out of the bathroom, Ruan Tianling had left the room, presumably gone.

She felt weak, just a trip to the bathroom had left her panting and drenched in sweat.

Jian Yufei sat on the bed, then lay down, only then did she feel slightly more comfortable.

She was the only one left in the sickroom, the air smelled of medication; the white walls were glaring and empty, devoid of any color.

She disliked everything about the hospital; staying here felt oppressive. But she had to stay till she recovered unless she didn’t care about her own health.

Aunt Li quickly arrived at the sickroom with food. Seeing that she was alone, she asked in confusion, “Miss, where is the young master?”

Propping herself up, Jian Yufei ignored her question and asked, “Aunt Li, what’s for food today?”

Understanding, Aunt Li didn’t ask again. She smiled and stepped forward, setting the insulated food box aside and opening the lid.

“Your health is not good, so I made porridge for you. Tell me what you want to eat tomorrow, and I’ll prepare it.”

Jian Yufei smiled slightly, “That’s perfect, I’m hungry. Serve me a bowl.”

“Alright.”

All day, Aunt Li stayed with her and kept her company during the night too.

Jian Yufei, hooked up to an IV, was always feeling drowsy and needed frequent bathroom visits..