CHAPTER 227: CHAPTER 225 GIVING ANOTHER CHANCE

Si Yuhuan suppressed the complex emotions in his heart and coaxed her in an unusually gentle voice, "What’s the big deal? It’s not like we have a throne to inherit."

Jian Xi was stunned for a moment.

Don’t all men treat having children as their life’s mission?

"What are you looking at? I don’t even like kids," he spoke coldly and harshly.

Jian Xi’s heart, which had warmed up a little, turned cold again.

Cold-blooded and heartless, this was his true nature.

"Hmph!"

Si Yuhuan was utterly confused. Hadn’t he made himself clear enough? He didn’t despise her! What an attitude!

Since Jian Xi was pregnant, the medicine prescribed by the doctor was harmless to the fetus.

「After getting home.」

She took two pills and asked Auntie Zhang to prepare ginger soup. "The big bowl kind, with more jujubes."

Taking medicine wasn’t great. She still needed to rely on her own immune system and dietary therapy to fend off the sickness, ensuring the two little ones inside her remained safe and sound.

This body is as tough as a cockroach. Her children remaining safe and sound is her greatest hope.

"Alright, then I’ll go down and prepare it."

Auntie Zhang couldn’t help but look back. "Um, Director Si is lying on the couch, and he’s shaking a little now. He seems to have caught a cold as well."

Jian Xi said nothing.

He truly deserved it.

"Bring him a bowl too," Jian Xi waved her hand impatiently.

Dying here would be troublesome. She had to call Yan Qing to hurry and take him away. With that thought, she sent a text message.

Recalling the words he said in the hospital, she thought, "Si Yuhuan, you’re human too! You’re just a big bastard!"

Jian Xi touched her belly. "Don’t worry, Mommy loves you! When you grow up, if you want a dad, Mommy will find you a handsome and wealthy stepdad."

In the living room, Si Yuhuan sneezed. He had always been in excellent health. But the early spring weather was bitterly cold, and he had spent the night outside following a suggestion from an internet user on a forum. He thought she might take him in, but he didn’t expect... He had just forced his way in. Otherwise, he would have been thrown out again.

When had he, the proud billionaire, ever been so undignified?

Auntie Zhang kindly offered a blanket. "Director Si, rest a bit. I’ll have the ginger soup ready soon. You can leave after drinking it."

Si Yuhuan’s face darkened. "When did I say I was leaving?"

"Don’t you know? Miss Jian has already sent a message to your assistant, Yan Qing, asking him to come and take you away immediately."

She was actually so heartless towards him!

Si Yuhuan threw off the blanket covering him to the floor and staggered out.

Upon exiting, Yan Qing caught him. "Director Si? What happened to you?"

WHOA!

His whole body was as hot as a furnace.

After they arrived at the hospital and the doctor examined him, he said, "Are you trying to kill yourself? The wound on your hand is infected and inflamed, causing a persistent high fever. You’ll need to be observed in the hospital for the next few days."

Yan Qing promptly said, "I’ll call your wife and ask her to come and take care of you."

He was well versed in this routine, an unspoken understanding.

Si Yuhuan roared, "What do I pay you for? If you dare to call her, you won’t need to show up in the future."

Yan Qing was stunned. What on earth had happened? The moment the boss realized his own feelings, he certainly wasn’t in this state. Regardless, he hurriedly put away his phone. "I’ll pour you some water."

In the end, Yan Qing didn’t dare tell Jian Xi.

Jian Xi thought that once Si Yuhuan finished treatment at the hospital, he would return to his original life. The two of them would be parallel lines that never intersect. That sounded quite nice.

He finally left.

Life suddenly felt desolate. Without him pestering her, it felt as though something was missing.

Aunt Zhang noticed her gloominess. "If you like someone, go for it. No one will wait for you to stand still, especially good men. They are in high demand."

"What about good women then?" Jian Xi retorted.

Aunt Zhang’s hand paused while ladling porridge. "Even more in demand."

Jian Xi laughed.

DING-DONG. The doorbell rang.

Fu Shengyuan walked in with a small cake and a bunch of fresh flowers in hand.

"I heard you caught a cold, so I came to visit specially. How are you feeling? Better now?"

He always carried himself like a gentleman, the dashing image of a refined man, his captivating eyes behind his scholarly glasses.

Jian Xi cracked a smile. "Much better, thank you for the flowers."

She’d been with Si Yuhuan for so long but had never received such beautiful flowers. Fu Shengyuan certainly had good taste, evident from the high-end bouquet and his endless sweet nothings.

"It’s just unfortunate that after my cold turned into bronchitis, I don’t like the smell of flowers." She pushed the flowers over to him.

Fu Shengyuan took the flowers and handed them to Auntie Zhang. "Please throw these away."

Jian Xi was unlike any woman he had met before. She seemed allergic to romance.

But that was alright. Fu Shengyuan took out another exquisite box, opening it to reveal a stunning diamond necklace. "I saw this necklace at an auction during a business trip, and it suited you so perfectly, I had to bid for it to give to you. Do you like it?"

After all, who could refuse jewelry, right?

Jian Xi shook her head. "I feel this pure and elegant style isn’t suitable for me either. It seems, Mr. Fu, you don’t really understand me!"

"Is that so? But your mother said it was very beautiful! Actually, this is a mother-daughter set." Fu Shengyuan unclasped a small piece, revealing a little crescent moon shape. "The sun and moon shine together. The sun is in your mother’s hands."

Jian Xi tightened her fingers. Damn mother, accepting gifts behind her back again. This was like she was trying to sell her own daughter!

"I’m really sorry. How much did this jewelry cost? I’ll transfer the amount to you," she said, taking out her phone.

Fu Shengyuan held her wrist. "Xixi, do you have to be so distant with me?"

"Do you have to marry me?" Jian Xi asked in return.

"Of course!" Fu Shengyuan looked at her passionately, as if he could burn a hole right through her.

Jian Xi shivered. "I have no intention of stepping into the grave that is marriage. If you’re after those shares my father promised, I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you."

"What kind of man are you making me out to be!" A flicker of anger crossed Fu Shengyuan’s handsome face. It was the first time Jian Xi had seen an expression on him other than his usual courteous passion. "Jian Xi, I like you for who you are. It has nothing to do with your family background, nor the shares your father wants to give you!"

"If you think I’m some despicable and shameless villain, then you’re either misjudging me, or perhaps I haven’t performed well enough."

His sigh was different from before, not passionate but calm and restrained, like a deep pool. He now displayed an overbearing and superior pressure, similar to Si Yuhuan’s.

"Actually, I’ve always been pretending."

Jian Xi thought, Finally laying his cards on the table, no more acting.

"That’s good. Your devotion makes me feel like I want to... throw up."

She was sparing his feelings.

Fu Shengyuan touched his nose and smiled. "But my affection for you is real. I’ve just never dated or been close with women, so I learned a bit online and asked some friends for advice. Maybe you find it uncomfortable, and that’s why you rejected me. For that, I apologize. From now on, I’ll just be myself and pursue you earnestly, hoping you can give me another chance."