Marriage of convenience blossoms into love; the husband turns out to be a billionaire CEO.

After Ye Cheng left, Ji Lingfeng was left alone in the large room.

The man sat at the dining table, his eyes half-closed, his expression indifferent, his slender fingers supporting his forehead, each one clear and strong.

Zhou Shilong's heartbroken voice still seemed to echo in my ears.

"Wei Tian got drunk in Africa and sent a bunch of nonsensical messages to Meng'er."

"Meng'er already knows about your secret marriage!"

"Meng'er was traumatized and couldn't see you, so she made a scene at home for ages... and ended up in the hospital..."

"She's awake now and insists on seeing you, Young Master Ji. As long as Meng'er recovers, I'll send her abroad..."

The man's brow twitched, and he reached up to press his brow.

My thoughts drifted back to last night.

……

VIP ward in a private hospital.

Ji Lingfeng pushed open the door and entered.

The luxuriously furnished hospital room was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant.

On the hospital bed, Zhou Meng'er leaned quietly against the headboard. Her small face, no bigger than a palm, was completely bloodless, and her thin body looked tiny nestled in the plain white bedding.

Upon seeing that tall figure, her thick eyelashes fluttered gently, and her eyes instantly brightened.

His gaze slowly shifted to the bodyguard following closely behind, then suddenly dimmed again.

A mocking smile tugged at his pale lips: "What, I'm barely alive, and you still bring bodyguards in?"

Zhou Meng'er looked at the man with a bitter and resentful expression.

She was very beautiful, with delicate features and a gentle demeanor, but she couldn't hide the weakness and haggardness on her face.

Ji Lingfeng nodded in acknowledgment, and the bodyguard quickly disappeared through the doorway.

He remained standing in the same spot, showing no sign of moving.

"You're just going to stand at the door and talk to me?"

Zhou Meng'er bit her lower lip hard.

Ji Lingfeng sighed softly, so softly that only he could hear it.

He stepped closer to the hospital bed, then stopped, maintaining a distance of five meters.

“Very good.” Zhou Meng’er’s thin lips curled into a smile.

His laughter was somewhat pathetic.

"Five meters, it looks like it was measured with a ruler." She chuckled self-deprecatingly again.

Ji Lingfeng looked down at her, remaining silent with a calm and unwavering expression.

Zhou Meng'er bit her lip hard and turned her face away in a huff.

"You got married, why didn't you tell me?"

Her voice trailed off with a sob, her eyes reddened, and bright tears rolled down her cheeks like beads.

"You're already avoiding me, but you only show up when you're looking like this..."

Zhou Meng'er sobbed bitterly.

She's always liked older men since she was little; what a cruel heart she has.

After waiting for a long time, Ji Lingfeng still didn't say a word.

"Ji Lingfeng, say something!"

Zhou Meng'er gripped the blanket tightly, her slender knuckles turning a cold white.

“Zhou Meng’er…”

Ji Lingfeng slowly uttered a few words in a hoarse voice.

"Call me Meng'er! That's what you've always called me since I was little!"

Zhou Meng'er seemed to be scolding with all her might, her body trembling slightly.

Ji Lingfeng, with his sharp features and cold expression, frowned slightly: "Meng'er, calm down."

His voice was hoarse, and his tone was filled with helplessness.

Zhou Meng'er chuckled softly in a hoarse voice: "I spent two years calming down, and what was the result?"

“I was studying abroad obediently, and I behaved myself for three months after returning to China, but you secretly got married without a word.”

"I'll keep waiting for you. Maybe when you're thirty or forty, your feelings will change, but as long as you don't get married, I'm willing to wait forever!"

Zhou Meng'er's tone became increasingly agitated.

Ji Lingfeng's face was tense as he said coldly, "Meng'er, don't be willful. I've said it before, I won't like you."

"No, it's because of Grandpa Ji!"

Zhou Meng'er smiled, her lips twitching, and said sarcastically, "Grandpa Ji doesn't like me because I have a congenital heart condition and can't have children to carry on the Ji family line!"

She stared intently at Ji Lingfeng, her face as pale as paper.

The man pressed his brow and remained silent, his expression complex.

Zhou Meng'er's eyes narrowed: "Brother Ling Feng, if I weren't sick, would you marry me?"

Ji Lingfeng lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered two cold words.

"will not."

She has asked this question a thousand times.

Zhou Meng'er was stunned, then suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"Heh, even though I know it's the same answer, I just want to hear it again."

He paused, his large, empty eyes staring blankly into a certain place, as if muttering to himself, "What kind of woman is she? I'm so curious."

"She's ordinary, not worth your curiosity."

Ji Lingfeng glanced at her indifferently, his voice low, hoarse, and cold.

"Then do you love her?" Zhou Meng'er couldn't help but raise her voice, which trembled.

Ji Lingfeng hesitated, then his face darkened instantly.

Zhou Meng'er's fingers trembled as she sneered, "You sent my brother to Africa for her sake, you must love her very much."

Ji Lingfeng remained silent, offering no response, likely because he didn't want to provoke her.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "Meng'er, let's leave it at that. Don't be stubborn anymore. Take good care of yourself. I'm leaving."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Meng'er froze. Watching Ji Lingfeng turn and leave, as if knowing she would never see him again, she suddenly jumped off the bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor, and chased after him, grabbing the man's clothes.

Softening her voice, she pleaded softly, "Could you stay by my bedside until I fall asleep before you leave, okay?"

"Just this once, the last time. I'll behave myself from now on and won't bother you anymore..."

"This time I'm really... really completely heartbroken!"

Ji Lingfeng turned around, his brows furrowed: "Go back to bed first."

Zhou Meng'er refused, clutching his clothes tightly, her thin body trembling.

His clear, black-and-white eyes held a hint of pitifulness.

"Go back to bed and lie down. I'll leave after you fall asleep."

Ji Lingfeng felt a pang of pity and looked at her helplessly.

Zhou Meng'er obediently returned to bed, shrank into the quilt, and stared intently at Ji Lingfeng until he hesitated and sat down in front of her bed, at which point she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ling Feng, do you remember that time when we were kids, I was hospitalized the night before your exam and I kept insisting that you stay with me?"

Zhou Meng'er pursed her lips, her eyelashes fluttering.

"Yeah, remember."

Ji Lingfeng's lips twitched slightly.

He was extremely reluctant that time, but despite the Zhou family making several phone calls, he still brought his study materials to the hospital to accompany her.

"You have to stay with me until I fall asleep, just like you did that time, before you can leave."

Zhou Meng'er stared wide-eyed at the man beside the bed, worried that he might leave her.

"Well, go to sleep."

Ji Lingfeng's expression was indifferent, and his voice was very cold.

"If time could stand still right now, I would be willing to die."

The woman murmured softly.

Ji Lingfeng's eyes flashed, and his expression grew increasingly serious.

Zhou Meng'er was reluctant to fall asleep.

Whenever she felt tired, she would pinch her palm hard until she finally drifted off to sleep around 6 a.m.

Ji Lingfeng strode out of the hospital as the sun rose. A Rolls-Royce was parked at the entrance, while Xiao Zhang slept soundly in the car all night.

"Mr. Ji, are we going back to Jingtai Garden?"

Xiao Zhang yawned, looking tired.

Ji Lingfeng pressed his brow, deep in thought.

"Let's go to the InterContinental Hotel first and pack some morning tea for the young mistress."

……