My Little Sweet Wife

Xian Zihao held her dishonest paws down just as she was about to destroy his shirt. He opened the passenger door and pushed Jiang Ruolan into the passenger seat. 

Suddenly, as if Jiang Ruolan's body had reached its limit, she fell into his arms silently and softly. 

Xian Zihao grabbed her powerless body and touched her forehead. Her body temperature had already reached an extraordinary degree, causing Xian Zihao to frown slightly.

He immediately pulled Jiang Ruolan up by the waist and gently carried her into the car.

"Wait! Wait a minute!" Xiong Ruogang shouted once she found Xian Zihao's car. 

"President Xian, wait a moment!"

Xian Zihao didn't stop moving. He put Jiang Ruolan into the car and closed the door. Only then, he turned around and looked at Xiong Ruogang, who had already run over.

"President Xian, this …" Xiong Ruogang stopped in front of the car and panted heavily. She raised her arm and handed the bag to him. "This is Sis Jiang's handbag. She left it here with me before she went to the washroom."

"Thank you." Xian Zihao took it and smiled at her.

Xiong Ruogang's face instantly turned red. She covered her face with her hands and giggled shyly, "Sis Jiang and I are good friends. President Xian, you don't have to thank me."

Xian Zihao nodded at her with a faint smile. "Ruolan had a fever. I'll take her back first."

"Mhmm, alright. Hurry up and send her back. Sis Jiang has been sick for the past two days, and I didn't know what had happened to her. I thought maybe you two were arguing, but I didn't dare ask!" Xiong Ruogang nodded her head like a chick pecking rice.

She continued to look at the handsome man in front of her with admiration. She couldn't help but say, "President Xian, do you have a younger brother? Can you introduce him to me? That's if ... you have a younger brother. Cough! Cough! Don't think too much about it. I just wanted to know him."

As she spoke, Xiong Ruogang's face reddened even more. She felt a little embarrassed. She lowered her head shyly.

Xian Zihao chuckled. "No, but I do have a sister. Do you want me to introduce her to you?"

Xiong Ruogang's small face twitched. She raised her hand to scratch her hair and grinned awkwardly. "Uh, then there's no need. I think my sexuality is quite normal."

Xian Zihao rarely let out a laugh. His laughter made Xiong Ruogang blush in embarrassment. She kept rubbing her ears with her fingers, "Then I won't bother you anymore. Hurry up and send Sis Jiang back. Her fever is so bad."

Xian Zihao nodded slightly and went into the driver seat. Xiong Ruogang waved her hands at the black Land Rover who had left in a flustered manner. Her face was blushing red. She muttered with a face full of smiles. "Sis Jiang and I are good friends. Sis Jiang's husband is the CEO of Xian Group, then it would automatically make President Xian and I good friends. I actually am good friends with President Xian!"

The black Land Rover sped up and entered the Greenville Residence about ten minutes later. Jiang Ruolan's entire body was burning. She was in a daze and did not know where she was at this moment.

She felt someone lift her up, carried her, and gently placed her on a soft bed. When her hot body touched the bed, she immediately rolled around, trying to find a comfortable place.

Jiang Ruolan felt that someone was taking off her clothes. After that, she felt her mind was in a state of chaos. It was as if there was something thin, and cold was gently stuffed into her crevices.

After that, she no longer had any consciousness.

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When Jiang Ruolan finally woke up the next day, she felt a splitting headache and did not know how she was back at Greenville Residence.

Why is she at Greenville Residence?

What happened last night was like a surging tide. She could vaguely remember Han Xuegang pressing her down at the washroom door and not letting her go. He was saying something before he tried to kiss her, then … Xian Zihao appeared.

Xian Zihao!

Jiang Ruolan slowly sat up and pressed her fingers against her temple. The blanket slid down, and she felt the cold sensation on her body. Only then did she suddenly realize that she was not wearing any clothes.

Jiang Ruolan froze as the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside. She subconsciously pulled up her blanket to cover everything below her neck.

Then she glared at Xian Zihao, who was walking in with a glass in his hand. Jiang Ruolan was looking like she had seen a ghost.

"You're awake?" Apparently, Xian Zihao had already calculated the time when Jiang Ruolan would wake up. With a trace of gentleness in his eyes, she walked towards her and handed a glass to her. "Here, take some medicine."

Jiang Ruolan opened her mouth slightly but did not say anything. She made a sound and felt that her throat was dry and hoarse.

Xian Zihao's eyes were on her the entire time, and it was filled with gentleness and patience.

Seeing that Jiang Ruolan did not move, Xian Zihao lightly sighed and placed the pill in her mouth. "You burned 40 degrees last night. Although the temperature has dropped a little, you still have a fever. Don't be rash. Take this pill."

40 degrees?

Jiang Ruolan was stunned. She did not expect her fever to be this severe. If she didn't get treatment as soon as possible, she would most likely lose her life.

Jiang Ruolan did not want to die, so she lowered her head and took the pills from Xian Zihao's hand and ate it.

At the same time, the glass was placed next to her mouth, and although she was unwilling, she drank two mouthfuls of water, swallowing the bitter pills.

Even swallowing medicine would cause her to feel pain.

Jiang Ruolan frowned. She pulled her blanket tighter around her. Knowing that the pain in her throat made her unable to speak, Xian Zihao didn't say anything. He just watched her eat the medicine and put the glass to the side.

Jiang Ruolan stared blankly at him and opened her mouth, but no words came out. Just as she was about to speak, she felt a sharp pain in her throat as if a blade was ruthlessly scraping her throat.

She saw the helplessness in Xian Zihao's eyes as he stood beside the bed. He dresses more casually and looks more comfortable.

He cast a sidelong glance at the puzzlement and alienation in Jiang Ruolan's eyes and said, "I saw the new lease contract and key in your bag. Why didn't you tell me you had moved?"

Jiang Ruolan lowered her eyes, ignoring Xian Zihao's gentleness as she looked around for her clothes. However, she couldn't find it even after a long time. She tightly clutched the quilt and sat on the bed in frustration.

Jiang Ruolan wanted to leave, yet she didn't want to get off the bed naked in front of him.