A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

At dawn, just as day was breaking.

Meng Zhixue was awakened by a series of urgent doorbell rings.

She frowned, opened her eyes, and looked around before realizing she wasn't in Villa No. 28, but in a hospital...

Fine.

She quickly got up to open the door, and sure enough, there were doctors and nurses making their rounds outside.

Suddenly, she felt a heavy gaze fall on her. As she followed several medical staff into the room, she looked back down the corridor and saw Zhou Yu leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

He wore a well-tailored dark suit, the jacket open to reveal a white shirt underneath. The metal belt buckle at his waist reflected a cold light under the lamp, emphasizing his narrow waist, while the suit trousers accentuated his strong, well-proportioned legs, giving him an air of noble handsomeness and asceticism.

But Meng Zhixue had no interest in appreciating it...

She picked up her phone and looked at the time; it was only 7 a.m. She wondered when Zhou Yu had arrived.

Or...didn't you leave last night?

The thought crossed her mind, and she pinched her ear, quickly dismissing the slight reluctance that had surfaced in her heart.

Just kidding, it wasn't her who made him wait outside the door. It was Xie Lingfeng who wouldn't open the door for him, so you can't blame her, right?

But thinking of Xie Lingfeng, Meng Zhixue felt a headache coming on...

It's never good when these two brothers bump into each other. If Zhou Yu goes inside and sees Xie Lingfeng spending the night at her place—no, sleeping on the sofa—won't he go crazy too?

She didn't care if they fought, but even though they fought amongst themselves, they always seemed to want to bother her and seek validation from her.

Walking to the bedside, Meng Zhixue put aside her thoughts.

I quickly went to the bathroom to wash up, and then cooperated with the nurse to take my temperature and describe my symptoms over the past two days in response to the doctor's questions.

She only realized something was wrong after the doctors and nurses had left.

Xie Lingfeng was sleeping on the living room sofa and didn't get up when the doorbell rang.

Curious, she stepped out of the room and looked towards the sofa, only to be stunned.

Xie Lingfeng was curled up on the sofa, covered with the half-fallen blanket, her face unusually red.

"..." Meng Zhixue hurriedly called out, "Doctor, please wait a moment, could you please take a look at my... friend as well?"

The doctor immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly had the nurse take his temperature. It was 39.6 degrees Celsius, almost 40 degrees Celsius.

Meng Zhixue was a little puzzled: "Could it be that you caught a chill last night?"

But the room has central air conditioning, so it won't get too cold even without a blanket.

Hearing her voice, Xie Lingfeng forced open one eye, and when he saw Zhou Yu stride into the room, he immediately sat up from the sofa.

"I must have caught it from you." He said smugly, his voice hoarse but clear, "Yesterday you insisted on kissing me, and even insisted on French kissing me... My body may be made of iron, but it can't withstand your abuse."

After his smug moment, he adopted a weak and submissive demeanor: "However, if you don't admit it, I have no choice but to accept it. After all, I'm so weak, just a poor man with a fever of 39.6 degrees Celsius. You can't just do whatever you want with me."

Meng Zhixue: "...???!!!"

She was completely dumbfounded!

The air became eerily quiet.

She looked at the doctor and nurse, who both pretended to be very busy. The doctor was writing on the medical record book with great speed, and the nurse was focused on the thermometer.

But please don't hold back your laughter!

She then looked at Zhou Yu, who had entered the room. His face was as cold as ice, and his peach blossom eyes were like daggers, as if he could slice Xie Lingfeng into a roast duck on a platter in a matter of minutes.

Meng Zhixue felt utterly humiliated at that moment!

The doctor asked Xie Lingfeng, "Sir, would you like a more detailed examination?"

Xie Lingfeng decisively replied, "I don't need it."

He said he didn't want it anymore, so the doctors and nurses naturally couldn't force him, and they left the ward one after another.

"No, you need to! Besides checking why you have a fever, you'd better get your brain checked too!" Meng Zhixue said with a fake smile, pulling him up from the sofa and pushing him toward the door.

Xie Lingfeng tried to resist: "I'm not leaving."

Meng Zhixue disagreed: "You must leave! This is a hospital; you should go and get admitted to your own hospital. Don't let me infect you here!"

Xie Lingfeng: "I'm not afraid..."

"I'm scared! I don't want to ruin you!" Meng Zhixue sneered, and with a forceful push, she shoved Xie Lingfeng, who was running a high fever but still putting on a show, out the door.

Xie Lingfeng turned around quickly, but before he could say a word, Meng Zhixue's hospital room door slammed shut in front of him.

This time he was outside, while that hypocrite Zhou Yu was inside!

"Wait!" He pounded on the door, angrily reminding her, "Meng Zhixue, you can kick me out, but don't keep Zhou Yu either! Kick him out too, or I won't agree!"

Seeing that the door showed no sign of opening, he was so angry he was about to explode, and couldn't help but yell "Damn it!"

Oh shit.

He now understood what it meant to be "afraid of his brother suffering, yet afraid of his brother driving a Range Rover"! He hadn't even sat down to eat yet, so why should his brother be expected to?!

……

in the room.

As soon as Meng Zhixue closed the door, a strong and powerful body pressed against her back.

Zhou Yu grabbed her shoulder with one hand and turned her around, easily pinning her against the wall next to the door, looking down at her intently.

Meeting the man's calm, deep, peach-blossom eyes, and understanding his meaning, Meng Zhixue asked irritably, "You don't want your fever to reach almost 39 or 40 degrees Celsius, do you?"

Zhou Yu didn't say anything, but he answered with his actions.

Yes, he wanted to burn it too.

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Yu lowered his head and kissed her lips, then used a little force to pinch her slender waist and pull her into his arms.

This was a kiss brimming with possessiveness.

Zhou Yu's kisses, like the man himself, began with polite and gentle probing, followed by tender and delicate coaxing, but the longest kisses were overwhelming and oppressive.

Meng Zhixue originally wanted to persuade him, but now she was at a loss.

It's no use trying to persuade them now.

What kind of "knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into the tiger's den" spirit is this? It's just a kiss, can't you just hold back?

Or is it just men's damn competitive spirit?

After all, Xie Lingfeng was still outside the door, and his angry curses and the banging on the door never stopped.

Meng Zhixue turned her face away, took a soft breath, and tried to dissuade him: "Young Master Zhou, you..."

But Zhou Yu had no intention of letting her go. He glanced at her, then took advantage of the moment she opened her mouth to kiss her deeply.

He seemed to be venting his anger at being locked out last night, or perhaps he was jealous of Xie Lingfeng's words.

He didn't just want to kiss her; he wanted a passionate, tongue-twisting kiss until she was completely limp in his arms. Only then did he chuckle and peck at her lips, seemingly finally satisfied.

The sounds outside the door stopped at some point.

Zhou Yu chuckled smugly again.

But he showed no sign of ending it.

He picked Meng Zhixue up in his arms, strode to the master bedroom, and placed her on the bed. He continued kissing her neck and slowly unbuttoned her hospital gown.

He first looked at the marks he had left on her left breast, and was very satisfied. Then he lowered his head and kissed them gently, taking care of every part of her body, as if he were kissing some rare treasure.

But when he lifted the other side of his shirt, preparing to leave his mark on the clean, snow-white skin there, a glaring, messy patch of dark red hickeys suddenly caught his eye, making him freeze instantly.

These marks were so brazen and audacious, clearly the work of that mad dog Xie Lingfeng. No one else had such an opportunity.

But Xie Lingfeng?

How could that bastard possibly get the same treatment as him?

Thinking about how he was locked out last night and how Meng Zhixue had been forced to endure so much bullying while he couldn't see her, Zhou Yu's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

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