gged at his black, exquisite tie, the fire in his chest refusing to be suppressed.Knock, knock.A knock on the door sounded.Fu Mo'han gave Lin Jinran a cold glance, turned around, and strode to the doo...Fu Mo Han's long, white fingers pressed against Lin Jin Ran's flushed forehead, feeling like they were touching boiling water.

He muttered curses under his breath, "Damn it!"

She has a fever, and it seems to be quite serious.

Fu Mo-han lowered his gaze, staring at Lin Jin-ran's pained expression, her delicately sculpted brows furrowed. She seemed to be mumbling something in her mouth, indistinctly.

If she died, then their marriage would naturally be void!

He could also wait for Ruochu to wake up, and love her as a free person.

His dark eyes flashed a hint of ruthlessness, gone as quickly as it appeared.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number skillfully. When the call was answered, he only said a few words, "Come to Fu's house with your medical kit immediately."

After hanging up the phone, he glanced at the woman on the bed who was still in pain, then abruptly turned and left the bedroom.

He hated Lin Jinran, wishing she were dead, yet he wanted her to live.

Sometimes, living is more painful than dying.

Fu Mochen's phone call was from Lu Liming, the family doctor of Fu Manor. Lu Liming took Lin Jinran's temperature and gave him an intravenous drip before going to the study to explain the situation.

Both his grandfather and father were the family doctors of the Fu household, so he naturally followed in their footsteps. Moreover, he and Fu Mo'han were about the same age and had gone to school together since they were young. Because of this, he didn't have the same fear of Fu Mo'han as others did.

Lu Liming's first words when he saw Fu Mo Han were a complaint, "How come it's all burned so badly, only now did you let me come over."

"I'm not here." Fu Mo Han said expressionlessly.

Lu Li-ming didn't like Fu Mo-han's attitude. To say that woman was his Fu family's chosen one, and married to him as his wife, "What about the maid She doesn't even know"

Lu Li's words were clear: Lin Jinran acted this way because Fu Mo had tacitly agreed to it. Otherwise, as the young mistress of the Fu family, how could she have fallen ill with no one noticing She was left alone in bed, unattended!

"This is my Fu family's business, it's none of your concern!"

Fu Mo'han didn't want to answer Lu Ming's question. In fact, he knew that this woman's fever seemed to be because of him.

But all of this was her own doing. If she hadn't provoked him, she wouldn't have to bear these consequences!

Upon hearing this, Lu Liming's face immediately darkened.

This kid, he's still the same, doesn't like something so he uses his status to intimidate people. Fine, let him be.

"I've already given her a shot and IV fluids. You have someone watch her for about an hour and then you can take it out."

Then he poured the medicine from the nightstand and made her drink it. Tomorrow she still had a fever, she had to be sent to the hospital.

Having said all that he needed to say, Lu Liming lingered no longer. He turned and left the study, leaving the Fu residence behind.

Fu Mo'han frowned tightly, letting the butler order the maidservant to watch Lin Jinran. The butler called out a maid named Tiantian and woke her up, ordering her to take care of Lin Jinran.

Fu Mo'han had been dealing with official business in his study all along, and unconsciously, time slipped by.

By the time he finished his work, about an hour had passed.

Fu Mo'han thought of Lin Jinran in the bedroom, his sword eyebrows slightly furrowed. He got up from the boss chair and strode towards the bedroom.

Pushing open the bedroom door quietly, he saw the maid holding a prepared medicine, looking at a loss. Seeing him enter, she seemed to have seen a savior, "Young Master, Miss Lin...she can't drink it."

Fu Mo Han strode to the bedside, his dark eyes slightly drooping as he looked at the woman lying on the bed. Her complexion was still pale, but the tension in her brows had eased somewhat.

Her lips, devoid of color, still held a trace of medicine, as if it had just been applied.

He sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and grasped her slender shoulders, pulling her up from the bed, and gestured to the maid. "Give it to me."andish.Zhou Ling doesn't seem to be the same type of person as Chu Xin, but she thought to herself, people change. Maybe Zhou Linger has changed in some way. It’s possible.Little Red continued to be q...