The pushover offended a top-tier boss

Chapter 164 Are you lying to me?

The temple was bustling with worshippers. Cars were parked all in front of the temple gate. Ye Zhenzhen had bought many offerings outside, including fruits, pastries, and flowers, and carried two large bags full.

Zhou Huaijin stopped outside the main hall. He saw Ye Zhenzhen kneeling before the Buddha, lighting three incense sticks, clasping her hands together, closing her eyes, and her lips moving slightly, as if she were chanting something.

The main hall was quiet, and sunlight streamed in through the high windows, falling on her.

She knelt there for a long time, until her knees went numb. She prayed to Buddha to bless him with a speedy recovery. She prayed again and again, as if her prayers wouldn't be answered unless she asked several times.

When Ye Zhenzhen came out of the main hall, her eyes were red again. Zhou Huaijin stood at the bottom of the steps, watching her walk down step by step.

Ye Zhenzhen walked up to him, wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, and sniffed.

"It's scented."

Zhou Huaijin didn't speak. He reached out and took her hand in his palm, gently rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand.

"It will definitely happen."

Ye Zhenzhen raised her head, glanced at him, and smiled slightly.

She sniffed and resumed her usual rambling, worried tone.

"Old Zhou, I looked it up online. There's a doctor in Bin City who's really good at treating stomach ailments. Lots of people from other places come to see him. When are we going to check him out?"

She showed him the information she had found on her phone.

After reading it, Zhou Huaijin's lips curved slightly. "Okay, I'll make the contact and go in a bit."

Ye Zhenzhen was surprised by his decisiveness. Before she could react, he made a phone call, and the car was at the hospital.

People hurried to and fro in the hospital. Some carried CT scan bags, some held IV stands, and some sat on benches with their eyes closed, their faces showing the numb weariness of someone tormented by illness for a long time. Ye Zhenzhen's gaze swept over those people, and her heart couldn't help but tighten.

She accompanied Zhou Huaijin through the entire examination, suppressing her emotions the whole time.

After reviewing the test results, the doctor calmly said, "Your gastritis is indeed quite severe and requires time to heal. Many patients don't pay attention, and over time, it can even develop into stomach cancer."

"But you're doing alright for now. Just take your medication on time and pay attention to your diet, and there shouldn't be any major problems."

Ye Zhenzhen was completely stunned.

At that moment, her mind seemed to be paused; all sounds disappeared, leaving only the word "gastritis" buzzing in her head.

"Gastritis?" She opened her mouth, her voice seeming to drift from a great distance. "Isn't it stomach cancer?"

Could it be that the hospital we went to misdiagnosed us?

Was her wish just now too effective? It came true so quickly?

The doctor smiled helplessly. "How could it be stomach cancer? You're overthinking it."

Ye Zhenzhen was completely stunned.

Zhou Huaijin patted her head, his eyes filled with doubt:

"I just have gastritis, who told you it's stomach cancer?"

Her tears suddenly welled up.

She suddenly lunged at him and hugged him tightly, her whole body trembling.

"Are you sure you don't have cancer?"

Ye Zhenzhen suddenly couldn't hold back her emotions and hugged him, crying uncontrollably.

It carried a sense of relief and joy, as if they had survived a disaster.

"It's just gastritis, it won't kill you..."

"This is great, waaaaah..."

Zhou Huaijin placed his hand on the back of her head and gently stroked it.

Ye Zhenzhen cried for a long time before slowly stopping. She lifted her head from his shoulder, sniffed, and her mind slowly began to work again.

"Zhou Huaijin, are you lying to me?!" Her voice was still trembling with tears, but her tone already carried the anger of "I'm going to settle accounts with someone."

"When did I lie to you?" Zhou Huaijin asked incredulously.

"Chen Zheng said you have stomach cancer! You're definitely in cahoots!"

"Heaven and earth bear witness, I truly had no idea! I've been telling you I have gastritis!" Zhou Huaijin said angrily. "Did Chen Zheng tell you? That bastard, how could he be so outrageous?!"

Ye Zhenzhen saw that his expression was so innocent that it didn't seem like he was acting.

She thought about it and realized that at the hospital, he had indeed kept saying that he had gastritis.

Ugh, Chen Zheng, that little bastard!

She sat there, both happy and angry, a mixture of emotions like a pot of burnt porridge.

Zhou Huaijin patted her back and coaxed her softly, "It's alright, don't cry. Shall I take you to beat him up and vent your anger?"

Ye Zhenzhen angrily called Chen Zheng and began to settle scores.

"Where are you?!"

"Ah, Sister Ye, I'm out of town..." Chen Zheng said, sounding a little guilty.

"Chen Zheng, how dare you lie to me that Zhou Huaijin has stomach cancer!" Ye Zhenzhen angrily questioned him.

Chen Zheng feigned ignorance: "When did I say that?"

"I said if we don't take care, it could get stomach cancer. Did you mishear me because you were in such a rush that day?"

Ye Zhenzhen was momentarily confused: "Oh, really?"

Chen Zheng nodded repeatedly: "Definitely. Am I the kind of person who likes to lie?"

Ye Zhenzhen: "You are!"

"You lied to me on purpose! You made me suffer for so long—"

"What did you say, sis? My signal is bad, I'm hanging up now—"

The call suddenly dropped.

Ye Zhenzhen was furious.

At that moment, she remembered something else: she had married Zhou Huaijin!

She thought he had stomach cancer and didn't have much time left, so she rushed back without hesitation and got married to him without a second thought.

Now you're telling me it's just gastritis?

"Let's get a divorce." She pushed him towards the door.

This marriage was arranged too hastily; she hadn't thought it through yet.

Zhou Huaijin held his hand tightly, a barely perceptible smile of triumph on her face.

"Divorce? Ye Zhenzhen, don't even think about it in this lifetime."

Ye Zhenzhen was caught up in this misunderstanding and ended up getting a marriage certificate with him without really understanding what was going on. No matter how she thought about it, something felt wrong. How could she have gotten herself married off so unknowingly?

Back at Yu Garden, Ye Zhenzhen didn't cook. She called the housekeeper over and instructed her to prepare some of her favorite dishes to go with rice. As for that person—the blander the better. She had been serving him these past few days, eating those tasteless health-preserving meals herself, and her mouth was practically watering at the thought.

At the dinner table, Zhou Huaijin looked at the plate of stir-fried broccoli, the bowl of pumpkin porridge, and the small plate of blanched bok choy in front of him. Then he glanced at the large bowl of bright red boiled fish, the plate of glistening twice-cooked pork, and the bowl of hot and sour shredded potatoes in front of Ye Zhenzhen. He quietly reached for the twice-cooked pork with his chopsticks.

Ye Zhenzhen glared at him. "Don't eat! Eat your own!"

She picked up a large piece of boiled fish and stuffed it into her mouth, eating with a satisfied expression.

"Mmm! Delicious!"

Zhou Huaijin glanced at her, said nothing, lowered his head, and silently drank his porridge.

I'm not cooking or feeding them anymore.

Their attitude completely changed.

After dinner, Ye Zhenzhen simply tossed him the Chinese medicine.

"Drink your medicine right away."

Zhou Huaijin frowned: "Bitter..."

Ye Zhenzhen glared at him: "I drank it for half a month before! You were monitoring me every day."

"Hurry up! Don't try to slack off, every meal must be finished!"

He felt a stifling sensation, as if a boomerang had pierced his heart.