Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Xiao Zexin waited for her for an hour.

Seeing her walk into the living room, he patted the spot next to him.

Nangong Ruyue glanced at him but didn’t move.

Xiao Zexin patted the spot next to him again.

His eyes looked at her with longing.

Nangong Ruyue’s heart softened, and she went over to sit down.

Xiao Zexin curled his lips and handed her a piece of paper.

Nangong Ruyue took it and saw that it had a lot of words written on it.

[Ruyue, can we end the cold war? I was wrong. I won’t lose my temper with you anymore.]

[As for the childbirth issue, we can discuss it slowly. My illness is much better now, and it can be completely cured without your method.]

[I spoke first, but that doesn’t mean I lost, okay?]

Xiao Zexin watched her expression, waiting for her reaction.

Nangong Ruyue sighed, looked up, and showed a faint smile.

Did she agree?

Xiao Zexin happily hugged her, ”I felt so suffocated not talking to you for a day.”

Nangong Ruyue deliberately kept a straight face: ”You were the one who didn’t talk to me first!”

Xiao Zexin quickly admitted his mistake: ”Yes, it was my fault! Actually, it’s not that I didn’t want to talk to you; I just didn’t know what to say. Whatever I said, you wouldn’t listen, so I was too angry to speak.”

”Did you listen to what I said?” Nangong Ruyue retorted.

Xiao Zexin pulled her hand over and held it tightly.

”I’ll listen to you on everything else, but not this! Even if I’m not sick, I can’t help you with childbirth.”

Nangong Ruyue was puzzled: ”Why?”

Xiao Zexin said in a low voice, ”Who could bear to operate on their own woman? Even for childbirth, I couldn’t do it.”

Nangong Ruyue slightly parted her lips—

Xiao Zexin added, ”Seeing you sad pains me, let alone performing surgery on your stomach.”

”But without it, your illness won’t be cured.”

”It will. I can cure myself, but it’ll take a bit longer.”

”How long?” Nangong Ruyue asked.

Xiao Zexin pondered for a moment and said, ”I’m much better now; I guess in a few months, I’ll be free of illusions.”

”Are you really much better now?” Nangong Ruyue was skeptical.

Xiao Zexin’s gaze was deep, concealing his inner emotions.

”Of course.”

Nangong Ruyue looked at him, then pulled out a small knife from her pocket.

Xiao Zexin’s pupils contracted—

Nangong Ruyue held the handle, waving the knife in front of him.

”Since you’re much better, why don’t you take this knife and peel me an apple?”

Xiao Zexin’s face darkened: ”Where did you get the knife?! Don’t you know carrying such things is dangerous?!”

”I just bought it outside.”

”...Throw the knife away, and don’t get close to dangerous things again!”

Nangong Ruyue looked straight into his eyes: ”You’re worried that seeing it, you might do something dangerous, right?”

Xiao Zexin showed no expression, his body slightly stiff.

”Aren’t you much better now? Peeling an apple shouldn’t be a problem.”

Xiao Zexin looked at the sharp, thin blade, speechless.

Nangong Ruyue asked softly, ”Or are you suppressing yourself, showing me a front of being well?”

”I’m not!”

”Really not?” Nangong Ruyue lowered her gaze, her voice gentle.

”Zexin, although we’ve been apart for over twenty years, I still know you well.”