Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1035: Chapter 1035: Don’t Make Me Worry About You Chapter 1035: Chapter 1035: Don’t Make Me Worry About You What kind of quack is this, with his strong body and yet they dare to say his constitution has worsened!

Anyone with eyes can see that his constitution should be robust.

The attending physician, anxious and guilt-ridden, quickly changed his words, “There may be other reasons as well, we will make further observations.”

Jian Yufei knew she wouldn’t get anything more by asking, so she had the doctors leave.

She turned to Ruan Tianling and asked him, “What would you like to eat? I’ll have Aunt Li go buy something.”

“Anything is fine, I don’t really care what I eat,” Ruan Tianling said.

Jian Yufei then instructed Aunt Li to buy some breakfast, and after Aunt Li left, only the two of them remained in the ward.

Ruan Tianling coughed a few times and said, “When Aunt Li comes back, you go home with her. Just find a few servants to take care of me, you don’t have to stay here.”

Jian Yufei took his hand and said softly with downcast eyes, “But I want to stay and take care of you…”

Ruan Tianling clasped her hand in return, speaking tenderly, “This is a hospital, you’re pregnant, it’s not suitable for you here. Go back home, I’ll come back later.”

“There’s a sofa here where I can rest, let me stay, I’ll be alright.”

“No, you must go back, I can’t rest peacefully with you here,” Ruan Tianling insisted.

Jian Yufei nodded unwillingly, “I understand.”

Ruan Tianling pinched her hand, chuckling, “I’m doing this for your own good, you should be glad.”

Jian Yufei muttered in response, “If I were the one sick, I wonder if you could bear to leave.”

Ruan Tianling suddenly fell silent.

He sat up, leaned over, and pulled her into his arms.

“I know you’re worried about me, but I’m even more concerned for your health. Go back, don’t make me worry about you,” he said, kissing her forehead in a low voice.

“Mhm,” Jian Yufei nodded, her voice muffled.

After taking care of him during breakfast, she left with Aunt Li and went home.

With the thought of Ruan Tianling still in the hospital, her mood plummeted, unable to cheer up at all.

Lying on the sofa, even the funniest television show couldn’t bring her to laughter.

Jian Yufei suddenly realized how deeply, deeply in love she was with Ruan Tianling.

Even a brief separation left her missing him immensely.

If he was sick, she felt ill as well; if he was in pain, her heart ached just the same…

Now, she was in the dark about the status of his illness and wished she could rush over to see him immediately.

But she couldn’t go; her presence would only cause him to worry about her in return.

With nothing else to do, Jian Yufei personally made a pot of porridge for Ruan Tianling.

She was a good cook, and the porridge she made was a creamy white and emitted a rich aroma of rice.

Aunt Li helped her put the porridge in a thermal container and asked if there were any other instructions.

Jian Yufei thought for a moment and said, “Tell him to cooperate with the doctor and get well.”

“I understand, I’ll be on my way,” Aunt Li said with a smile.

Jian Yufei nodded, “Go ahead.”

“Young Mistress, don’t forget to have your meal and try to eat more,” Aunt Li said, concerned.

Jian Yufei smiled faintly, “I know.”

After Aunt Li left, Jian Yufei, supporting her lower back, walked slowly into the living room.

Her belly was already six months along, appearing larger than those of other pregnant women at the same stage.

She had only stood to make porridge for a while and her lower back was already sore and painful.

She sat down at the dining table, staring at a table full of dishes, but she had no appetite whatsoever.

“Young Mistress, Aunt Li asked you to eat more, you can’t skip meals,” the maid reminded her from the side.