Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

Seeing him sitting there motionless, just staring at her blankly, Zijun couldn't help but get anxious. Could it be that he's - burnt out?

"How about I take you to the hospital now?" She asked tentatively.

"No, I'm just hungry, just eat porridge and sleep for a while." He got up and walked towards the dining table.

"Here...how about calling your assistant," Zijun thought for a while and followed to the dining table, looking at him who had already sat down on the dining chair.

"Well, I'll make it after I finish eating the porridge." He had already picked up the chopsticks, and quickly picked up the cucumber she had just mixed.

"Millet porridge is delicious, would you like some?" He looked up and saw her standing at the dining table, wearing gray and white checked pajamas, making her look more like a child.

"No need," she took a deep breath and shook her head: "Since you refuse to go to the hospital and you have a high fever, I'd better use raw plaster and rice to make some rice soup for you to drink, that can be used as a fever-reducing medicine."

The corner of Tong Zhenyu's mouth twitched. With a temperature of 37 degrees, does he need to reduce his fever?

"I don't like the taste of raw plaster," he quickly found an excuse: "Drink this porridge hot, and you'll be fine after you sleep and sweat."

Tong Zhenyu's persistent character, Zijun, naturally knows that no one can say what he refuses to do, and no one can change what he has decided.

It's as if when they divorced, she took away those properties, but he still insisted on giving them to her!

Seeing that he ate up a bowl of porridge, as if he didn't want to finish it, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you want another bowl?"

This time Tong Zhenyu seemed very docile, and without saying a word, he handed the bowl to Zijun beside him: "Okay."

Zijun quickly went to the casserole to scoop out a bowl of millet porridge for him, and when he handed it to him, he said: "Slow down, it's hot."

After saying this sentence, I thought of something, and quickly said: "But people with fever should eat hot food, and sweat a lot to catch a cold."

"Well," he replied, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and glanced at her again, as if thinking of something: "You just got wet in the rain, drink some hot porridge too, and sweat a little before you catch a cold."

"..." Zi Junmo, she has always been in good health, and she is not a sick child like him. How could she catch a cold so easily?

However, seeing that he ate deliciously, and she was indeed hungry, the aroma of millet porridge was tangy, so she couldn't hold back in the end, and went to the kitchen to scoop out a bowl of porridge for herself.

The two sat quietly at the dining table, drinking millet porridge quietly, and the two small dishes on the dining table, cucumber and green beans mixed with salt water, the two of them also seemed to have a tacit understanding with their chopsticks.

"It's so delicious," Tong Zhenyu commented with satisfaction after eating and drinking: "I have never had such fragrant porridge, nor eaten such fragrant cucumbers and green beans."

Zijun smiled, and said lightly, "That's because you are hungry, and when people are hungry, everything tastes good."

Tong Zhenyu didn't say a word, just silently looked at her who was cleaning up the dishes, and saw that her white and slender fingers were empty, without any traces.

He shook his head, and she had already brought the dishes and entered the kitchen door. Soon, there was the sound of rushing water in the kitchen. It was obvious that she was washing the dishes.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, Zijun found that Tong Zhenyu was still sitting at the table, but his head was already lying on the table, looking listless.

"People who have a cold need to rest. Go back to your room and sleep." Zijun persuaded him.

Lu Zhenyu sat there without moving, with his head lying on the dining table, his face sideways, looking at her with a sickly expression, as if he had lost all strength.

Zijun thought that he had to go upstairs to change his clothes, so he reached out to him, "Come on, I'll help you up."

He looked at the hand stretched out in front of him, and the corner of his mouth curled up indistinctly. He raised his hand and covered her hand directly.

The hand was suddenly held, and Zijun felt a hot iron sticking to it. The man with a high fever was really hot, and she couldn't help but struggled, trying to break free from the hand.

Naturally, he couldn't break free, and Tong Zhenyu didn't move after holding her hand, or he was already unable to get up.

She was a little helpless, so she could only hold his arm with the other hand, pull him up from the dining chair forcefully, and then walked towards the stairs together with him.

She was beside him, with one hand held in his palm and the other holding his arm, their postures seemed a bit ambiguous.

Zijun's right hand was held by Tong Zhenyu's left hand, and her left hand supported Tong Zhenyu's right arm, so that their bodies were a little close together, and they collided a little when they walked.

She tried her best to keep a distance from him, but he naturally didn't give her such a chance, so she walked beside him, wearing his loose pajamas.

Tong Zhenyu lowered his eyes and looked at the woman beside him. Under the light, she looked extraordinarily delicate, with his pajamas hanging loosely on her body. She had just eaten hot porridge, and the faint scent of white magnolia mixed with lavender shower gel was tangy. Coming, he turned his head away in a daze.

The accident happened on the stairs when Zijun rolled up her pajama pants and slipped down, and he was too close to him, so he accidentally stepped on her trousers when he lifted his foot, and she almost slipped and fell backwards.

"Be careful," he immediately put his arms around her waist, and then grabbed her arm and pulled it hard.

Her body that was originally leaning back threw herself forward, and she threw herself into his arms. Her soft body touched his hard chest, she was a little dazed, and then struggled out immediately.

"Are you okay?" Tong Zhenyu asked softly.

"I'm fine." Zijun stood firm, looked at his usual expression and shook his head: "Can you go upstairs alone?"

The corner of Tong Zhenyu's mouth twitched, his deep eyes softly cast on her, and his thin lips lifted: "I should be able to hold on to the protective railing."

Zijun nodded and didn't intend to help him any more, so he said, "Then you go ahead and I'll follow behind. I don't think you seem to be walking unsteadily."

Tong Zhenyu's already flushed face became even redder. He lifted his feet up with his hands on the protective railing. He walked slowly, but he didn't wobble, but was very stable.

Seeing Tong Zhenyu enter the room, Zijun heaved a long sigh of relief, she walked quickly to the guest room, and went to get the wet clothes hanging on the wooden hanger.

This was washed after taking a shower before. When she went downstairs, she turned on the air conditioner in the guest room, thinking about using the wind from the air conditioner to dry the wet clothes and pants.

But she overestimated the effect of the air conditioner. At this time, the clothes and pants were not dripping, but they were still wet, and she couldn't put them on.

He turned around and went to the bathroom, only to find that the hair dryer who was blowing his hair before was lying quietly in the sink, and the faucet of the sink was not closed tightly, and water was dripping.

She thought for a while, then turned around and walked towards the diagonally opposite room, raised her hand and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

She hesitated and pushed open the door: "Second Young Master Tong..."