Fated to My Billionaire Husband

“Tianling, behave yourself, let the doctor give you an injection!” The old man scolded with a stern face, knowing well that lecturing him was futile, but still feeling the need to reprimand him.

“Get out! All of you get out!” Ruan Tianling sat up abruptly, his hair unkempt, eyes bloodshot and had a menacing glare. It was a truly frightening sight.

The old man’s cheeks twitched, his beard shivering. “You insolent boy, I am your grandfather. Do you dare tell me to leave too?”

“If you won’t leave, then I will!” He tried to get up as he spoke. He only had a pair of white cotton pants on, standing barefoot on the ice-cold floor. Was he trying to get himself killed?

Ruan Anguo quickly reached out to stop him, “All right, all right. We’ll leave.

You should cover yourself with a quilt and sleep. Did you hear me?”

Only then did Ruan Tianling sit back down on his bed, silent, seeming to agree.

Stepping out of the bedroom, Ruan Anguo and Yan Yue apologized to the doctor. The doctor laughed helplessly, “Old man, you don’t need to say anything. I’m not surprised by Ruan Shao’s temperament. If he won’t take his medicine or get an injection, then we should try to bring his fever down manually.”

The old man’s eyes sparkled, chuckling, “That’s all we can do.”

After the doctor left, he called for Jian Yufei, speaking to her with great gravity, “Yufei, this grandson of mine is all I have. If he falls seriously ill, it would pain me greatly. Since he refuses to cooperate with treatment, we can only rely on you to look after him and try to bring his fever down manually.”

Jian Yufei was somewhat hesitant; she really didn’t want to take care of Ruan Tianling any more.

But the old man had asked her personally; she couldn’t let him down.

“Grandpa, don’t worry. I will take care of him and try my best to ensure he’s okay,” she promised with a nod.

The old man immediately brightened up, patting her shoulder affectionately,

“Go, you two are a couple. You’re the most suitable person to take care of him.”

Jian Yufei inwardly scoffed. Although they were married, they were the most discordant couple and their relationship was worse than that of average friends.

In the bedroom, Ruan Tianling was still sleeping. His illness was severe; even in sleep, he wore a pained expression.

Jian Yufei walked over and touched his forehead; it was still burning hot.

If his fever rises any further, would he turn into a fool?

Jian Yufei’s eyes flashed as she turned the air conditioner up…

The room was getting warmer, and Ruan Tianling was feeling increasingly hot under his quilt.

He kicked off his blanket, stretching out languidly, and only then did he feel somewhat comfortable.

Jian Yufei smirked, then went to fetch a bottle of alcohol.

Ruan Tianling was sleeping heavily and vaguely felt someone moving his body, spreading cool liquid over him, gently, comfortably.

He did not open his eyes and continued enjoying his sleep.

This sensation persisted, and in his dream, he dreamed of it.

He dreamed of a pair of gentle hands stroking and massaging his body.

Wherever those hands passed, his feverish discomfort would lessen considerably.

Those hands were like a cool stream, like a spring breeze, lightly brushing across him, bringing him refreshing comfort.

All the restlessness inside his body gradually subsided under those gentle hands, succumbing to them.

Finally, his body quieted down and strength slowly returned to him..