A dowry of one billion, and I'll marry him!

Over the years, he was tormented by illness to the point of collapse. If it weren't for his strong willpower and the medication that kept him alive, he would have died long ago, let alone feel an unprecedented sense of comfort in his body and mind.

But at this moment, a strange feeling welled up in his heart! This comfort was as if the poison in his body had been digested, and he had returned to normal.

"That's enough." Shi Yanxia withdrew her hand.

She turned and walked to the side, turned on the tap to wash her hands, and then looked down at him condescendingly.

Her almond-shaped eyes met the man's deep black eyes, her gaze falling on his bare upper body, where she could vaguely see his strong abdominal muscles and V-line; the towel only covered his buttocks and below.

"Ahem." Shi Yanxia was stunned, and her originally calm face flushed red.

She quickly turned her head away, averting her gaze. Sensing the incredibly ambiguous atmosphere in the bathroom, she hurriedly stepped out, her steps somewhat unsteady.

"It's getting late. I have to go out to record a variety show tomorrow morning. I'm going back to my room to sleep now," Shi Yanxia said softly as she walked out.

Just as they reached the door, they heard Zhan Jinglin's hoarse voice say, "Wait."

"Huh?" Shi Yanxia was stunned and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Seeing Zhan Jinglin turn around and look at her, his gaze passing over her and looking towards the coffee table not far from the bedroom, he said in a deep voice, "The housekeeper opened a safe deposit box at the bank this afternoon, and the betrothal gifts are all stored inside."

"The key to the safe and your identification are on the table," Zhan Jinglin said in a hoarse voice.

Shi Yanxia followed his gaze and saw her ID card and a key on the table. She quickly went over and picked up the documents.

"Take the keys too, those are for you." Zhan Jinglin didn't turn around, as if he had guessed that she hadn't taken the keys.

Shi Yanxia was about to leave when she was stunned by his words.

She hadn't originally intended to accept these betrothal gifts; she just didn't want to benefit the Shen family, so she had them moved out directly. If Zhan Jinglin was still alive a month later, she would negotiate with him to end their relationship.

Therefore, she will have to return the items to him later.

"Okay." Shi Yanxia didn't say anything more, picked up the keys and walked outside.

Inside the bathroom, Zhan Jinglin's dark eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at the marks on his neck and chest, clearly from where she had just traced them with her fingertips.

"So, this is acupressure?" Zhan Jinglin said in a hoarse voice.

He was somewhat surprised when he learned from his friend Leng Ziming that her technique was acupressure that morning. He hadn't expected that acupressure could suppress toxins.

This Shi Yanxia is different from what I imagined.

He had assumed that the person sent by the Shen family to bring good luck was after the Zhan family's wealth and power, but he hadn't expected her to be so cold and distant towards him, even speaking to him with an air of righteousness, without a shred of courage.

"Interesting," Zhan Jinglin said in a hoarse voice, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pulled on a bathrobe, and stepped out of the bathtub.

When Leng Ziming received Gu Qing's call, he rushed over and saw Zhan Jinglin walking out in a bathrobe.

The man's bathrobe was loosely tied around his body, but Leng Zimo's gaze fell on Zhan Jinglin's neck, then traveled down his neck.

"Look, let me see," Leng Ziming said with a look of surprise.

He strode forward, grabbed Zhan Jinglin's bathrobe, and ripped it hard, revealing a scratch mark on his chest that was connected to the mark on his neck.

"I can't believe it's possible." Leng Ziming's hands trembled with excitement.

Zhan Jinglin grabbed his hand and pried it open, pulled his bathrobe up, glanced at him with his dark eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Is it that pressure point technique you mentioned again?"

"Yes! That's so unexpected. First, you pressed down on my chest, and now you're starting from my neck and working your way down. Brilliant! Where's your wife? I need to see her." Leng Ziming kept rubbing his hands together.

He was so excited that he seemed ready to break down the door and go find Shi Yanxia.

Just as he was about to turn around and walk out, Gu Qing stepped in front of him and blocked his way.

"Young Master Leng, you just said she's Young Master Zhan's wife! Going to see someone else's wife in the middle of the night, isn't that inappropriate?" Gu Qing lowered his voice and reminded him in a deep tone.

One sentence silenced Leng Zimo.

He quickly raised his hand and said, "Yes, yes, it's really not suitable in the middle of the night! I'll find him again when it's light. You can say some nice things to her and ask her to teach me a lesson."

He is a medical enthusiast, coming from a family that has practiced medicine for generations. The new techniques were a challenge for him, and he naturally didn't want to miss out.

“She’s been busy lately,” Zhan Jinglin said in a hoarse voice.

His words were like a bucket of cold water, poured directly at Leng Zimo. Before he could speak again, Gu Qing covered his mouth and forcibly dragged him out.

After Leng Zhimo was dragged away, the butler came in.

"Young Master, when the Young Madam went out just now, the driver who took her saw her go to the pharmacy to buy something and then get harassed by someone," the butler reported in a low voice.

Zhan Jinglin's dark eyes narrowed slightly as he turned to look at him.

"You're being held up?" Zhan Jinglin asked in a hoarse voice, clearly puzzled.

Is it possible that Xia and others are entangled in a complicated relationship? Or perhaps she has encountered a lecherous man?

"Yes, probably..." The butler lowered his voice, describing the situation at the time, and handed over the video he had taken on the iPad.

Zhan Jinglin stared at the face in the video and listened to what Shi Yanxia had said. His dark eyes were terrifyingly deep.

"Young Master, should we handle this?" the butler asked in a low voice.

Zhan Jinglin handed the iPad back to him, picked up the phone with his well-defined knuckles, and after a long silence, said in a deep voice, "No need, she should be able to handle it herself."

"Furthermore, when she goes out by car in the future, tell the driver not to monitor her. She was brought here by the Shen family as a substitute bride, not sold to our Zhan family. The marriage was Grandpa's idea to bring her good luck, and now that she has entered our Zhan family, we should treat her with courtesy."

“She has her own personal freedom, you don’t need to keep an eye on her anymore. Also, provide her with the highest level of living allowance. When she comes back, provide her with a car,” Zhan Jinglin said in a hoarse voice.

The housekeeper was somewhat surprised, as this was the first time Zhan Jinglin had arranged anything outside of work.

"Yes," the butler replied in a low voice, taking the iPad and leaving.

Inside the next bedroom.

After returning to her room, Shi Yanxia ate two pastries, washed up, and lay down. She didn't have insomnia due to the unfamiliar environment; instead, she fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

She slept until the alarm rang, stretched comfortably, washed up, changed into a loose black T-shirt, paired with loose high-waisted pants, and tied her hair into a high ponytail.

Carrying a backpack and a small duffel bag, she quickly walked downstairs.

The house was quiet, and the servants walked very quietly. She hurried downstairs, calling a car on the app as she walked out.

"Young Madam." The butler called out to her as he saw her hurrying out.