Chapter 142

Chapter 142 - 142 136 Drugged Xie Shangs husband feels (first Chapter 142: 136: Drugged, Xie Shang’s husband feels (first update) Chapter 142: 136: Drugged, Xie Shang’s husband feels (first update) Waking up, it was past eleven o’clock.

Wen Changling pulled back the curtains, sat up to fully wake up, and after about five minutes, she got out of bed with a blanket wrapped around her.

As she opened the door, she saw Xie Shang in the courtyard. She greeted him with a “good morning,” then quickly returned to her room to change clothes before heading out to brush her teeth at the outdoor faucet.

The bedding that had been soaked by last night’s rain was hanging out to dry in the yard.

The weather forecast was off; there was no heavy rain today, just a windy overcast day. Perhaps the clouds had cried out all their tears last night, leaving no rain behind.

After washing up, Wen Changling sat next to Xie Shang.

“Where’s grandma?”

A solid wood side table stood beside the bamboo bed, with Xie Shang’s laptop placed on it, and Huahua comfortably sprawled nearby.

“She’s gone to Miss Wu’s place.”

Xie Shang checked Wen Changling’s forehead temperature, which wasn’t hot; her body temperature was normal.

He hadn’t slept much last night, worried that her fever might come back, so he checked on her periodically.

“What are we having for lunch?”

Wen Changling hadn’t eaten much the previous evening because of a cold and was now very hungry.

“We’ll cook at home. What do you feel like eating?”

“Are you cooking?”

She had asked Xie Shang before, and he said he could cook.

“Yes.”

“Can you make sweet and sour pork ribs?” Wen Changling had a craving for something sweet.

Xie Shang had never cooked that before: “I should be able to.”

Sudden sounds came from the computer, and that’s when Wen Changling finally looked at Xie Shang’s screen.

Xie Shang had been in a video conference while at the meeting.

An employee from Noon Ferry heard their boss’s “personal matter” and accidentally knocked over a cup. The computer screen was filled with more than a dozen pairs of eyes curiously watching the “boss’s wife.”

Xie Shang wasn’t known to be single, and everyone had heard, but had never seen him with his girlfriend in private and couldn’t imagine what it was like.

A certain female employee thought: The prince has stepped down from his pedestal, exuding a real husband vibe.

Once Wen Changling realized what was happening, she quickly moved away and complained with slight dissatisfaction, “Why is your camera on? I haven’t even combed my hair.”

Her hair must have been a mess.

She ruffled through her hair, looking at Xie Shang with reproach in her eyes.

Xie Shang smiled, “Sorry, I didn’t know you hadn’t combed your hair.” He said to his colleagues at Noon Ferry, “I’m going to leave now; send me the minutes after you finish.” He turned off the video.

Wen Changling went back to her room to comb her hair and also made a call to the hospital.

The market was just outside, so after Xie Shang finished buying groceries, he returned to his own yard and started cooking in his kitchen which had mostly new equipment since he rarely cooked.

Wen Changling got herself ready and joined him.

“Do you need any help?”

Xie Shang, while washing the vegetables, replied, “No need, it’s not much work.”

Wen Changling pulled up a chair to sit at the kitchen door, took out her phone, and opened a game she rarely played. Then, it suddenly occurred to her: she didn’t wear a bra to sleep.

Her hand, which was operating the phone, paused, and she asked Xie Shang, not too naturally, “Did you change my clothes last night?”

“Yes.”

Xie Shang was looking at her, ready to explain if she minded.

What was she supposed to say to that? Wen Changling, uncharacteristically slow to respond, remained silent for a few seconds before replying, “Thank you.”

She touched her ear and left the kitchen.

Xie Shang saw her small gesture and smiled.

Miss Wen was very bold when she was the one making advances, but at other times, like when it wasn’t her initiative, she was quite shy. She dared to touch his body, but if he kissed her neck, her ears would turn very red.

Xie Shang was a fast cook.

Wen Changling had only played a few rounds of a game when she was called for lunch. She was still recovering from the cold, so Xie Shang had made lean meat porridge. Besides the sweet and sour pork ribs she had requested, he also prepared two vegetarian dishes.

Wen Changling took a bite of the pork rib.

“Does it suit your taste?”

“It’s much tastier than I expected.” Speaking strictly about business, Xie Shang was much better at cooking than her, “Who did you learn to cook from?”

He could play instruments, play chess, write calligraphy, paint, and also cook.

It seemed like Xie Shang could do everything well.

“I didn’t deliberately learn. I watched the auntie at home do it a few times, and picked it up naturally.” However, he didn’t cook often. He cooked a few times while studying abroad, so his knife skills were very ordinary.

Wen Changling sincerely praised him, “You learn things so quickly. That’s really impressive.”

After the meal, Xie Shang washed the dishes. Wen Changling wanted to help, but he didn’t let her.

In the afternoon, Wen Changling went back to work at the hospital.

She heard from Jiahui that the Chairman of Zhou Group, Zhou Kangyi, had been transferred to Dihong Hospital. Although Dihong Hospital’s reputation had suffered, the top management had spent a lot of money, and the country’s top neurosurgery medical team was still at Dihong.

Wen Changling was looking at the medical orders on the computer at the nurses’ station when two colleagues, having finished their work, were chatting quietly; however, Wen Changling could hear them.

“Which one is Madam Zhou?”

“The prettiest one outside the intensive care unit.”

Zhou Kangyi was in the ICU, and many people from the Zhou Family had come, but it was clear who was the most beautiful. The one with the round face and almond eyes.

“So young?”

Though that Mrs. Zhou was dressed in a very formal suit, she appeared extremely young.

“She isn’t Chairman Zhou’s first wife. It seems she only married into the Zhou Family last year, originally just an employee of Zhou, and now she’s in charge of half of the group.”

“Quite the operator.”

“What she has in her hands is the role of the main female character—”

The colleague suddenly fell silent.

Wen Changling looked up and saw Fu Ying walking over.

Her secretary caught up and called her, “Madam.”

The secretary whispered something in her ear, and she turned around, heading towards the ICU.

*****

On the first day of each month, members of the Zhou Family who lived separately would return to the old house for dinner, and Fu Ying would also come back. After all, Zhou Kangyi wasn’t dead yet, and she still had to keep up appearances.

Zhou Kangyi’s eldest daughter, Zhou Lai, made a scene again and smashed up the room Fu Ying had previously occupied. Fu Ying didn’t care; she had long since stopped living there.

Whether it was Zhou Lai’s shrill screaming that was too noisy, or something else, Fu Ying felt a bit dizzy and left the dinner table early to go to a guest room on the third floor. While washing her face in the bathroom, she suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.

She was sure she had locked it.

She came out of the bathroom and saw Zhou Sheng sitting royally on the chair by the bed.

“Who let you in here? Get out.”

Zhou Sheng was two years older than Fu Ying, but legally, he was the son. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, “I heard from the nanny that you weren’t feeling well, so I came specially to show my filial piety.”

Fu Ying rebuked him angrily, “Get out!”

Her back was sweating, and her body was beginning to feel strange.

Zhou Sheng crossed his legs, his facial profile very flat except for his slightly protruding eyes, which looked at Fu Ying with excitement and pride, “Are you feeling very hot, weak in the arms and legs?”

Fu Ying leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, “What did you put in my drink?”

“Something to make you obedient.”

It seemed that Zhou Sheng had really been pushed into a corner by her, like a crazed dog starting to bite wildly, using such despicable tactics that would allow her to easily catch him out.

He rose to his feet, threatening, “I have two cousins downstairs; want me to call them up to keep you company?”

The two sons of Uncle Zhou hardly used their brains, only their lower halves.

But of course, Zhou Sheng’s aim was not this.

“Where’s the will?”

Zhou Kangyi drafted a will the first time he was hospitalized for a cerebral hemorrhage.

Zhou Sheng had never seen the contents of the will, but he had heard Zhou Kangyi say in person that leaving Zhou to him would be worse than giving it to Fu Ying. Zhou Kangyi had long been in the ICU, unable to speak, and the whereabouts of the will were unknown.

Zhou Sheng advanced toward Fu Ying, his gaze wandering over her body more and more inappropriately, “Hand over the will, and I might just let you off. If you cooperate, letting you be Mrs. Xiao Zhou isn’t impossible.”

“Mrs. Xiao Zhou?” Fu Ying looked at him, her gaze as if she were looking at a pile of trash, “You wish.”

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