The husband I got is actually the heir to a wealthy family

Only the parties involved can understand clearly the relationship between the two. As an outsider, Huo Beichen understands that his role is limited.

But no matter what, he still wanted to speak out what was in his heart.

If Cheng Jingjing has feelings for Zhao Yu and is willing to continue with him, then everyone will be happy.

If on the contrary, Cheng Jingjing really doesn't like Zhao Yu and doesn't want to be with him, Huo Beichen will do his best to help the Cheng family make up for Zhao Yu.

As a family of many years of friendship, Huo Beichen did not want Cheng Jingjing's affairs to affect the relationship between the Huo and Zhao families.

"Cousin, I admit that Zhao Yu is really good to me, and I am not opposed to getting along with him, but the thought of marrying him, having children, and spending the rest of my life with him is something I can't accept in my heart."

After hesitating for a moment, Cheng Jingjing expressed her true thoughts.

"Since you don't reject him, why don't you give it a try and be with him, Jingjing? Relationships can be cultivated." Hearing Cheng Jingjing's willingness to give in, Huo Beichen advised.

"Develop feelings, like you and your cousin's wife?" Cheng Jingjing asked back.

On the other end of the phone, Huo Beichen was silent for a while after hearing Cheng Jingjing's words.

"Cousin, I already know the true situation between you and your cousin's wife. You don't have to hide it from me. I just want to ask, do you really have feelings for each other?"

Cheng Jingjing couldn't help but substitute herself and Zhao Yu into Huo Beichen and Mu Ningxi.

"My relationship with your cousin's wife is different from yours." Huo Beichen replied after thinking it over.

"Is there any difference? Didn't you both have no feelings for each other before you got married? Can you really be happy if you continue to live together like this?" Cheng Jingjing was very dissatisfied with Huo Beichen's answer.

Cheng Jingjing couldn't believe that a marriage without love could really be happy.

"Your cousin's wife and I are both people with clear goals. Since we have chosen to be together, we will be responsible for our choice. If nothing unexpected happens, we will be together for the rest of our lives."

Huo Beichen said this with absolute certainty.

"Cousin, if that person comes back, can you still be so sure?" Cheng Jingjing asked with a smile.

This time, Cheng Jingjing did not wait for Huo Beichen's reply. Instead, she received a busy tone.

If you can't even be sure about something, what qualifications do you have to advise me?

Staring at the phone that was hung up by Huo Beichen, Cheng Jingjing sneered in her heart.

After hanging up the phone, Huo Beichen took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out one and lit it.

Staring at the lit cigarette, Huo Beichen had no desire to smoke.

Watching the cigarette in his hand slowly burn out, Huo Beichen threw the cigarette butt into the trash can and turned back to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Mu Ning was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

Huo Beichen tiptoed onto the bed, lay down beside Mu Ningxi, and slowly closed his eyes.

Let the future decide what will happen in the future. At this moment, he just wants to have the present.

After Huo Beichen hung up the phone, Cheng Jingjing stood on the side of the road, facing the cold wind in silence.

A few minutes later, Cheng Jingjing hailed a taxi and told the driver to drive towards Zhao's house.

When she arrived at Zhao's house, Cheng Jingjing learned that Zhao Yu had already gone to bed, so she turned around and prepared to leave.

"Miss Jingjing, why are you leaving right after you arrive? If the young master knew you were here, he would be so happy." The housekeeper of the Zhao residence called out from behind to stop Cheng Jingjing who was about to leave.

Cheng Jingjing turned around and said to the housekeeper with a smile: "They said Zhao Yu has gone to bed, so don't disturb him. I will come again tomorrow."

Cheng Jingjing said this and pointed at the two servants at the door.

"What do they know?" The housekeeper glared at the two servants beside him and said to Cheng Jingjing with a smile.

"The young master went to bed so early because he had a headache after being blown by the wind just now. If he knew that you, Miss Jingjing, were here, he would definitely not be able to sleep no matter what."

This housekeeper has been in the Zhao Mansion for many years. How could he not know the relationship between Zhao Yu and Cheng Jingjing? How could he not see Zhao Yu's feelings for Cheng Jingjing?

Cheng Jingjing felt a little embarrassed by the housekeeper's words. She smiled awkwardly and asked, "Is his headache serious?"

"It's not serious, but in order to help the young master recover as soon as possible, I asked the servants to make him some medicine, but the young master just didn't want to drink it."

"Miss Jingjing, you know the young master's temper. We dare not force him to do anything he doesn't want to do. We really can't do anything about him."

At the end of his speech, the butler began to sigh.

After hearing what the housekeeper said, Cheng Jingjing hesitated for a moment and said, "Give me the medicine, I'll give it to him to drink."

"Miss Jingjing, this will be too much trouble for you, isn't it?" The housekeeper looked hesitant when he heard Cheng Jingjing say this.

Cheng Jingjing shook her head and said frankly, "There's nothing wrong with it."

As soon as Cheng Jingjing said this, the housekeeper immediately responded with a smile: "Then please help Miss Jingjing prepare the medicine for the young master."

As he spoke, the butler pointed to a maid standing behind him.

Upon hearing the news, the female voice ran towards the house.

Cheng Jingjing had just followed the housekeeper into the house when the maid came up to her with a bowl filled with black medicine.

Cheng Jingjing smelled it and felt it was a bit bitter, and frowned unconsciously.

"This is the medicine the young master prescribed himself, for us to take when we have a headache or a fever." Seeing the disgust in Cheng Jingjing's eyes, the housekeeper explained with a smile.

Hearing that the medicine was prescribed by Zhao Yu himself, Cheng Jingjing didn't ask any more questions and picked up the bowl and walked upstairs.

"I told you that I don't know how to take medicine. Why did you come in to bother me?" Zhao Yu, who was lying on the bed, shouted angrily when he heard the door open.

"As a doctor, you are sick but unwilling to take medicine. If word gets out, I don't know if your patients will still believe in your medical skills." Ignoring Zhao Yu's rage, Cheng Jingjing walked into the room with a bowl in her hand, and said while standing in front of Zhao Yu.

"Why are you here?" Hearing Cheng Jingjing's voice, Zhao Yu turned around, looked up at Cheng Jingjing and said.

"If it's not me, who else do you think it is? Sit up quickly and drink the medicine." Seeing that Zhao Yu had no intention of getting up, Cheng Jingjing said unhappily.