Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 687 - 281【Dewy Summer】This time, it really is the end, right?

Even with familiar tastes in her memory, Wanxia couldn’t perceive any flavor because the bitterness of the medication had tainted her taste buds, and the air she breathed was filled with the scent of disinfectant, rendering all her senses numb.

Though the woman seemed obedient, even if she didn’t want to eat, as long as Gu Shaozhi fed her, she would open her mouth and swallow.

She was distracted, eating as a mechanical action, her gaze unfocused and absent-minded, thinking of nothing in particular, her mind unable to concentrate, like drifting on a deserted island, unable to find any sense of grounding.

When a bowl of congee was finished, Gu Shaozhi pulled out a napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth.

The plain boiled water that Secretary Liu had poured before leaving was no longer hot, and Gu Shaozhi reached for it, bringing it to Wanxia’s hand, "Drink some water."

Wanxia held the cup, the warmth from the cup wall seeped continuously into her palm.

Outside the window, the rain seemed to have stopped, but the sky was overcast, a blanket of dark clouds loomed, as if a torrential downpour might burst forth at any moment.

She sipped slowly, her voice calm and light, "I’m not sick, I don’t want to stay in the hospital. Can you bring me my clothes?"

Because the man said, after eating, he would take her for a physical examination.

She didn’t want to go, not for any particular reason, but because she hated the smell in the air and that every room was a glaring white.

And the compassionate gaze of the doctors.

As if she had some kind of incurable disease.

Gu Shaozhi sat a little closer, helping Wanxia to tidy her slightly messy long hair, his distinct fingers running through the soft strands, gently combing it.

His cold and sharp features remained impassive, his voice indifferent, "I know you’re not sick, just go talk to the doctor, it will only take half an hour, then we can go home."

The man had not slept all night, as he neared Wanxia, the red veins in his black eyes were undeniable.

From his words, Wanxia also knew where he was taking her.

"Then let’s go now, the sooner we return, the sooner you can rest." She nonchalantly brushed aside the man’s hand and smiled slightly.

When she was about to lift the quilt, she suddenly thought of something and asked him, "Have you had breakfast?"

Gu Shaozhi’s stern brow softened slightly.

His deep black eyes were like ancient wells in the deep mountains, with no ripples on the surface, yet the depths were unfathomably dark.

He lightly countered, "Concerned about me?"

When Wanxia met those deep eyes, she saw a faint mockery.

She chuckled out loud, her almond-shaped eyes lazy with a touch of indolence. She glanced at the breakfast on the table, her tone light and shallow, "Secretary Liu bought so much, I only had the congee, the rest hasn’t been touched, it’d be a shame to just throw it away."

Meaning, no matter who was in the room, she would symbolically ask the same question.

Gu Shaozhi seemed to anticipate this kind of response, so he hadn’t held any expectations.

"These were all bought for you, if you don’t want them, then they can only be thrown away."

"Oh, then just throw them away."

Wanxia replied nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t the one who had just shown concern over wasting food.

After she put on her slippers, the man bent down, seemingly intending to pick her up.

She looked up at him.

The woman’s eyes carried a slight smile, her spirit was weak, and her gaze was soft and gentle, apparently completely unthreatening.

Yet, it made Gu Shaozhi’s hand freeze in mid-air.

After a moment of mutual gaze, Gu Shaozhi changed the direction of his hand, picking up the thick coat from the bed’s end and draping it over her shoulders.

Wanxia was only wearing a hospital gown, and though the room was warm with heating, the temperature in the hallway and elevator after the rain was easy to imagine.

She was cold and afraid of the cold, so she didn’t refuse.

...

Outside the counseling room.

Secretary Liu stood respectfully to one side, her gaze quietly drifting towards her boss standing by the window.

A lit cigarette was held between his fingers, the blue-white smoke curling up, passing over an expensive watch, then over a luxurious cufflink, finally blending into the air.

He lowered his eyes to the cold post-rain scene downstairs, his tall figure exuding an indescribable sense of solitude.

Since Miss Ji went in, Mr. Gu had been standing there, the cigarette never extinguished, nor had he moved.

Sigh...

The doctor opened the door for Wanxia, and after she politely thanked him, she walked out of the office. Secretary Liu’s reaction was slower than Gu Shaozhi’s, while she was lamenting the unfairness of destiny, Gu Shaozhi had already turned and walked up to Wanxia.

He looked at the woman’s small and indifferent face, frowning, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"