Mr. Shang, please be passionately in love after marriage.

Aunt Fang was absolutely right.

The temperature in Beijing has already dropped, and getting caught in the rain makes it easy to catch a cold.

Cen hope didn't believe it at first, but as soon as she returned to Jingtang Garden, she immediately realized that something was wrong. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, and even her nose was blocked.

Aunt Fang accidentally touched her hand and recoiled from the heat.

"Madam, you have a fever!"

The temperature is still not low.

Cen hope raised her hand, feeling dizzy, and touched her forehead, seemingly unable to feel any difference.

She was lying in bed, and when the family doctor came to give her an IV drip, she was already in a daze and couldn't quite distinguish between dreams and reality. Her temples were throbbing so badly they felt like they were going to explode.

I haven't felt this bad in a long time.

In her dream, she seemed to return to that rainy day when she was eighteen.

She stood at the door, hesitating. An umbrella was tossed into her hand, and when she turned her head, she only saw a figure from behind.

The scene is cut off.

She sat down opposite Shang Hanzhou again. The man's cold and handsome face was indifferent as he calmly said to her, "Miss Cen, I don't want too much genuine emotion mixed into marriage. What I want in a marriage is one where we treat each other with respect."

She forced herself to remain calm and smiled as she replied, "Don't worry, I have someone I like. Our marriage is purely for political reasons; we don't talk about feelings."

Her palms were wet as she said this.

Finally, the image freezes on that rainy night from last night.

She told Shang Hanzhou that the person she liked was him.

In his dream, his gaze towards her suddenly turned to disgust. He pushed her away in annoyance, looked down at her, and spoke with obvious anger in his voice.

"Cen hope, you're lying to me."

They clearly agreed to treat each other with the utmost respect.

But she lied to him; she lied to him from the very beginning.

"No... I'm sorry..."

"sorry……"

He mumbled a few words through his mouth.

Cen hope instinctively wanted to curl up; she felt so uncomfortable. She shouldn't have lied to him; she should have told him from the beginning.

"Madam? Madam?"

Aunt Fang stayed by her side the whole time. When she saw that she suddenly started talking nonsense and was about to cry, she knew that she was having a nightmare. She gently called her name a couple of times.

With gentle pats, Cen hope's condition improved.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, there was a noticeable needle mark on the back of my fair hand.

Cen hope's throat was so dry that she could barely utter a word, but the feeling of dizziness and lightheadedness had lessened considerably. There was no one in the bedroom.

She looked around and thankfully found her phone lying nearby.

She took it and glanced at the time.

It was already the afternoon of the second day.

She panicked and tried to get up, but she hadn't asked the hospital for leave yet.

"Mrs."

Just then, Aunt Fang pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.

He was very happy to see that she was awake. "Perfect timing, the porridge I made for you is ready too."

Cen hope forced a smile; her lips were dry and cracked. "I need to go back to the hospital first."

"Mr. Shang has arranged for you to take leave, Madam, you don't need to worry."

Aunt Fang hurriedly said that her fever had just subsided and she was worried that she would have to rush to the hospital right away.

Upon hearing that Shang Hanzhou had asked for leave for her, Cen hope's gaze faltered slightly, and she bit her lip, somewhat lost in thought.

When she admitted to him that the love letters were indeed written for him, he didn't say anything and just brought her back.

Does he think she's scary?

She had been lying to him for two years.

If he had known she liked him, he probably wouldn't have even gotten a marriage certificate with her.

Silently lowering her eyelashes, Cen hope replied, "Okay, I understand."

Although the fever had subsided, her body was still a little weak. Cen hope's lips were pale, and she was wearing pajamas, which Aunt Fang must have changed her into. She vaguely remembered that she had broken out in a cold sweat last night, and her clothes were soaked.

After tidying up briefly, Cen hope left the bedroom.

She didn't ask where Shang Hanzhou was; at this hour, he should be at the company headquarters.

As soon as I stepped out of the bedroom, I smelled a rich aroma of porridge, and my empty stomach was suddenly awakened.

"Aunt Fang."

She called out Aunt Fang's name, but Aunt Fang, who had been there just moments before, was nowhere to be found.

In the kitchen.

A tall, imposing man walked out; it was Shang Hanzhou. He hadn't gone to the company; he was at home.

Cen hope stopped in her tracks, feeling guilty and unable to look him in the eye.

"woke up?"

Shang Hanzhou also got caught in the rain, but he was in much better health than her and didn't have a fever. He was wearing a gray casual home outfit with an apron tied around his neck, and the bruise on the corner of his mouth had faded considerably.

He cooked the porridge.

Cen hope lowered her head and hummed in agreement.

"Come here and sit down."

He said calmly that he was no longer as disheveled as he had been the night before.

Cen hope obediently sat down. The porridge, cooked in a clay pot, was incredibly fragrant, with shredded meat mingling with its aroma.

Shang Hanzhou ladled a bowl for her and handed it to her.

"It's not very hot anymore after sitting for a while."

With her feet obediently together, Cen hope pursed her lips and said thank you.

She stirred the shredded meat in the bowl with a spoon, took a bite, and found it tastier than she had imagined. She looked up at him in surprise and asked, "Did you make this?"

Shang Hanzhou sat opposite her, his dark eyes fixed on her from the moment she appeared.

Cen hope didn't notice and lowered her head to take another bite.

Seeing that she liked it, the man slightly curved his thin lips into a smile: "Mm."

Her skills are actually no worse than Aunt Fang's!

She genuinely praised it, saying, "It's delicious."

A few spoonfuls of porridge were all it took to finish a bowl.

She was still wearing her pajamas. After thinking for a moment, Cen Xi felt she should change her clothes first. Shang Hanzhou glanced at her and suddenly said, "I changed your clothes last night."

Cen hope abruptly stopped, raised her head sharply, and looked at him in astonishment.

She wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas.

A soft buzzing sound filled her mind, and her breathing became slightly rapid; Cen hope felt uneasy.

She thought that Aunt Fang had changed it for her.

They hadn't been intimate for a while, and they were quite unfamiliar with each other's bodies. Suddenly, he told her that he was the one who changed her clothes.

It's quite awkward.

"……Thanks."

After a moment of silence, she still politely thanked her.

Shang Hanzhou's eyes were unfathomable.

I was telling him I liked him last night, but now he seems so distant.

After changing her clothes, Cen hope remembered something. She had told Lin Xingyou yesterday that she was going to move in with her for a few days. Who would have thought that so many things would happen afterward, and she didn't even have time to tell her.

The rain has stopped and the sky is clear.

The temperature in Beijing is still quite low today, but it's still a sunny day.

Cen hope stood on the balcony of her bedroom and made a phone call to Lin Xingyou.

"Yuzu, I had an emergency surgery yesterday, so I rushed to the hospital without telling you."

This isn't the first time something like this has happened.

Lin Xingyou sent her more than a dozen messages, and when she didn't reply, she knew that she must have gone to have surgery.

"Okay, as long as you're safe. Do you want to come over today?"

Cen hope clenched her fingers slightly, somewhat hesitant.

Shang Hanzhou has returned.

Last night she confessed to him her feelings for him all these years, and now she doesn't know what he really thinks.

"Full of it."

A deep male voice came from behind.

Shang Hanzhou strode in with his long legs.

She lowered her voice and said, "Yuzu, I'll tell you later."

After hanging up the phone, she turned to look at Shang Hanzhou: "What's wrong?"

Shang Hanzhou, tall and elegant, held out his hand to her, holding a glass of warm water. "Drink your medicine."

She glanced casually at the white suitcase he had deliberately tossed in the corner, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out that yesterday, she didn't intend to get a divorce and leave; she was going to visit a friend.

"Thanks."

Cen hope accepted it and politely thanked him.

Shang Hanzhou pressed his brow without any hesitation.

"This is the third time you've thanked me."

Cen hope's hand tightened around the water glass, feeling a little confused, unsure of what he meant.

"He said he liked me last night, but today he's so distant."

"Manman, this is not fair to me."