Madam Li's Identity Is Exposed Again!

Chapter 2368: Chapter 2377: What Kind of Logic Is That?

She really hadn’t planned to interfere, but still couldn’t hold back and stole a glance toward the sofa.

With just one glance, she got a fright and immediately jogged over to the sofa.

The man on the sofa was deathly pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat. He was clutching the area of his stomach, Eyes tightly shut, thin lips pressed into a straight line.

Chi Enen hurriedly put down the water cup, squatted in front of him, reached out and pushed his shoulder. ”Li Beijue, what’s wrong with you? Where are you feeling sick?” ℴ

”Is it your stomach?”

Her eyebrows knitted tight. She swept her gaze around, didn’t see Huo Yi anywhere, and grew both anxious and angry.

”Where’s Butler Huo?”

She was anxious because he looked like his stomach hurt badly. Angry because he still had the nerve to drink; she hadn’t even given him that kind of trouble.

Chi Enen found the Stomach Medicine he’d left on the tea table earlier, opened the cap, poured out two capsules, and while patting the man whose Eyes were tightly shut, said, ”Li Beijue, wake up, sit up and take a pill first.”

The man with tightly closed Eyes had his thick eyebrows knotted. His Handsome face was slick with cold sweat, showing no reaction at all.

Chi Enen called him for ages, but he still didn’t open his Eyes. She was out of options, couldn’t care about anything else, put the capsules on the table, stood up and said, ”I’m going to make a phone call.”

She ran to the place in the Living room where the Internal Line Telephone was, called Li Beijue’s Personal doctor, and told the doctor to come quickly.

Then she ran back, squatted in front of him again, and following the doctor’s instructions, found a towel, soaked it with water, and started wiping the Sweat off his body.

She hadn’t realized before, but once she wiped him, she was startled.

It wasn’t just that his back was sweaty; the Sweat had almost soaked through his Clothes.

She had no idea how much pain he must be in to be breaking out in this much cold Sweat.

Chi Enen felt even more stifled inside. On top of anxiety and worry, she was suppressing a simmering anger.

He lied and ran off to a hotel with another Woman, got photographed. She hadn’t even confronted him, and now he was self-destructively drinking this much, torturing himself until his stomach hurt... What kind of twisted logic was that?

The more Chi Enen thought about it, the angrier and more baffled she became. Her hand acted on its own, grabbing hard at his waist and pinching viciously.

”Ugh!”

The man with tightly closed Eyes suddenly let out a muffled groan, the space between his eyebrows tightening even more.

Chi Enen almost wanted to fling the towel in his Face and leave him be, but when she saw how pale he was, how sickly he looked, and then remembered the injury on his shoulder, she didn’t know why, but she just couldn’t harden her heart enough to walk away.

Keeping her Face taut, she wiped him down thoroughly. She had just stood up, ready to change to a fresh towel and wipe him again.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed in a tight grip.

”Don’t go.”

Chi Enen halted mid-step and said, ”Let go first. I’m just going to change the towel for you, I’ll be right back.”

She spoke as she tried to pry his hand off.

However, the man’s large hand was like an Iron clamp, clamped tight around her, not giving her the slightest chance to break free.

Her wrist caught in his grip, unable to move, the pent-up anger in her chest surged again. Since she couldn’t pull free, she simply stopped trying. She couldn’t help raising her voice as she yelled, ”Li Beijue, let go!”

Who knows which word of hers triggered him, but the man whose Eyes had been tightly closed suddenly snapped them open. Those beautiful black obsidian Pupils were now bloodshot, dark and deep, betraying no emotion at all, making it impossible to tell whether he was drunk or sober.

Under that one look from him, Chi Enen froze completely.

Before she could react, the world spun, and she was already being pushed down onto the sofa—