Zhuang Long took his medicine and fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up again, he almost died from the heat. He realized that his fever was a little serious. If he did not undergo emergency treatment soon, he would most likely be finished. The head butler quickly called Ji Yinbing, so Yan Nuo and Ji Yinbing got up from the bed in the middle of the night and went to Zhuang Long’s house together.

Ji Yinbing gave Zhuang Long an antibiotic. Two hours later, Zhuang Long’s temperature started to drop.

Worried about Zhuang Long, Ji Yinbing and Yan Nuo stayed at his house that night.

The next morning, Ji Yinbing came to see Zhuang Long and realized that he had a fever again. His temperature was maintained at about 40 degrees Celsius. She frowned and instructed the head butler to make ice for Zhuang Long. After a round of work, it was almost noon before Zhuang Long felt better.

He was tortured by the cold and felt light-headed. His throat was dry and his voice was hoarse.

Zhuang Long said, “I think I’m dying.”

Ji Yinbing said, “You won’t die.”

“I mean I think…”

Ji Yinbing looked down at him and decided not to fight with the patient.

Zhuang Long laughed self-deprecatingly and said, “Only now do I feel that it’s really good to have a companion.”

Ji Yinbing did not know how to answer this question.

Zhuang Long asked Ji Yinbing, “Do you think she will be touched if I endure my illness and look for her? Will she not marry Bruce?”

Ji Yinbing glanced at the whimsical Zhuang Long and said expressionlessly, “If you dare to do this, I dare to ignore you forever.” Ji Yinbing understood Xiao Li. The ruse of self-injury was useless against Xiao Li. It would instead backfire.

Zhuang Long slapped his forehead and said, “I especially regret it.”

“Sure.”

“I thought that she was joking when she said that she wanted a divorce. After all, we had a few divorce arguments before that divorce. How could I have expected that she would really divorce me? I thought that she was trying to agitate me so that I would care about her. I even thought that as long as she was willing to give up on the idea of a divorce, I would live a good life with her. In the end, she really divorced me!”

“I still can’t figure out why she, who loves me so much, is so determined to get a divorce!”

Zhuang Long looked very vexed, but his face was abnormally red because of his fever, making him look especially funny. Upon hearing this, Ji Yinbing said something that poked at his heart again. She said, “Perhaps she doesn’t love you that much. If she really loved you, why would she marry Bruce?”

Marrying Bruce would completely cut off everything between her and Zhuang Long.

From then on, all the grudges of the past disappeared.

Zhuang Long’s heart was bleeding from Ji Yinbing’s words. He was covered in injuries and in pain.

Ji Yinbing could not bear to see Zhuang Long like this. She still preferred that smooth-tongued man. Ji Yinbing thought about what Zhuang Long had said and felt that it was strange. “Now that you mention it, I think it’s strange too.”

He asked Ji Yinbing, “What’s strange?”

Ji Yinbing said, “Xiao Li has divorced you many times. In the past, she was just joking. Why did you suddenly divorce that time?”

Zhuang Long fell silent.

His mind, which was so tired that it was dizzy, started to spin slowly like a rusty bike chain.

Did he do something to disappoint Xiao Li before the divorce?

Zhuang Long thought about it carefully and realized that he had not done anything wrong. On the other hand, Xiao Li had deliberately picked up handsome men outside to agitate him during that period of time. He would be on the headlines every two to three days. He only felt his head hurt even more. Zhuang Long said to Ji Yinbing, “Please give me another injection. It’s best if it can wash my mind.”

Ji Yinbing snorted coldly. “I just gave you an injection last night. The effects of the medicine haven’t worn off yet. I’ll do it tonight.”

Before leaving the room, she asked Zhuang Long, “Other than water, you haven’t touched anything else these two days. Eat something, or you won’t be able to take it.”

“I have no appetite…”

“Is there nothing that can arouse your appetite?”

Zhuang Long wanted to say no, but he thought of something and suddenly said, “Yes.”

“What?”

He said, “Spaghetti.”

“I’ll get the chef to make it for you.”

Zhuang Long lay there in a daze when the servant knocked on the door. The maid came with the pasta. Zhuang Long sat up with difficulty and leaned against the headboard. He only took one bite of the noodles before he frowned. “Take it away.”

The maid said awkwardly, “Sir, at least eat some more.”

“No, she didn’t make it. It’s not delicious.”

The maid had no choice but to leave.

Ji Yinbing and Yan Nuo were eating dinner. Seeing the maid bring the plate down, she noticed that the noodles on the plate were almost untouched and asked the maid, “Does he have no appetite?”

The maid replied respectfully, “Sir said that she didn’t make it. It’s not delicious.”

The maid was new and knew that Sir had been married before. She guessed that ‘she’ was the former wife.

Ji Yinbing and Yan Nuo looked at each other.

…

The door rang again.

Zhuang Long was woken up by this sound. His hoarse voice sounded softly—

“Come in.”

It was still the maid who came in. She was still carrying a plate with a cup of water and a plate of spaghetti.

Zhuang Long did not know how long he had been unconscious. He stared at the maid and said, “I don’t want to eat it.” With that, he closed his eyes and planned to sit against the headboard for a while. However, the maid walked in and said as she approached, “Sir, try it. It tastes different this time.”

Zhuang Long was afraid that if he rejected her again, the maid would be even more talkative, so he compromised. “Put it here.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The maid moved the small dining table to Zhuang Long’s bed and placed the noodles and water on the table. Zhuang Long picked up the cup and drank most of it before picking up his fork and twirling the pasta. He raised his eyebrows. His taste buds had become dull after being sick, but the taste was familiar.

The spaghetti made by the chef this time was quite delicious…

With this thought in mind, Zhuang Long took a second bite.

Before he could swallow it, he thought of something and suddenly looked up to ask the maid standing at the side, “Ah Li was here?”

The maid was stunned, not knowing who Ah Li was.

Zhuang Long added, “Is she here, Miss Lawson?”

The maid knew Miss Lawson. She carefully sized up Zhuang Long’s reaction, but she could not figure out what Sir meant. She could only bite the bullet and nod. She said, “Miss Lawson came in a hurry. She cooked this plate of noodles for you and left.”

Zhuang Long asked anxiously, “How long has she been gone?”

“She didn’t leave when I came upstairs, but now…” Before the maid could finish speaking, the sound of a car suddenly sounded downstairs.

She was leaving?

Zhuang Long suddenly moved the table off the bed. He lifted the blanket and got off the bed. As he was sick and weak, he fell to the ground.

“Sir!” The maid panicked. This was a lucrative job. She could not watch Zhuang Long be injured and lose her job. The maid quickly ran up to help Zhuang Long. Zhuang Long stood up again. Without caring about his dignity, he held onto the wall and ran downstairs.