That painting, however, activated the most terrifying, subconsciously frightening, and least desirable memories deep within Jiang Wanning's heart.

With the arrival of Meng Huaijin, his terrifying presence made Jiang Wanning feel overwhelmed.

She thought she was powerful enough to be omnipotent.

So that's not it after all.

Jiang Wanning hugged herself and fell asleep without realizing it.

In City A, Fu Chenyuan visited the other party's factory and toured many places.

During a short break in the evening, Chen Yan checked the group messages and suddenly said, "President Fu, your wife came to the company to see you today."

Fu Chenyuan looked over: "When did this happen?"

Chen Yan glanced at the receptionist's message in the group chat: "Around 11 a.m. Your wife probably finished viewing the art exhibition and was thinking of having lunch with you, but she didn't expect you to be here on a business trip."

Fu Chenyuan frowned, thinking about the phone call he had with Jiang Wanning that morning, in which she said she missed him.

She still called him husband.

Fu Chenyuan called Jiang Wanning, but no one answered.

He called his bodyguard again to confirm that Jiang Wanning hadn't left Lanyue Bay, and only then did Fu Chenyuan feel a little relieved.

Fu Chenyuan changed his mind: "Chen Yan, we need to shorten the itinerary a bit more. You go take a nap for a while, and I'll handle the rest. We'll go back tonight."

"Back tonight?" Chen Yan was taken aback. "There are still two clients I haven't met."

"It's alright, have them come to the south of the city. I'll come over again once they've confirmed their intentions; I'm heading back today."

Are you worried about your wife?

"Hmm." Fu Chenyuan had a restless feeling.

Jiang Wanning said that she missed him, which meant she needed him, so he had to be there.

He wasn't there in the past, but now he'll be there whenever Jiang Wanning needs him.

Fu Chenyuan returned to Lanyue Bay at 2 a.m.

As soon as he entered the living room, he turned on the lights. Jiang Wanning's phone lay quietly on the sofa.

Fu Chenyuan knew Jiang Wanning's habits; if she could avoid using a cell phone, she would forget that she even had one.

Fu Chenyuan strode upstairs.

When I opened the bedroom door, I saw Jiang Wanning curled up asleep.

She didn't even close the curtains, and the city lights poured in, allowing him to see the room clearly.

Fu Chenyuan frowned. Jiang Wanning was particularly sensitive to light when she slept, and she rarely left the curtains open.

Fu Chenyuan took off his clothes, quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower, and washed away the dust of his journey before getting into bed.

As soon as Fu Chenyuan held Jiang Wanning in his arms, he sensed something was wrong.

Jiang Wanning was burning up.

Even if he had just taken a shower and was feeling cool, Jiang Wanning's skin shouldn't be this hot.

"Wife?" he called softly to Jiang Wanning in a deep voice.

Jiang Wanning did not respond, even when he pressed his body against hers.

Fu Chenyuan reached out and touched Jiang Wanning's forehead. It was burning hot. He then forcefully opened her clenched fist, and her hand was very cold, forming a stark contrast with her body and forehead.

"Wanwan, you have a fever."

Jiang Wanning was in a daze, feeling unwell and feverish. Fu Chenyuan's cool body made her feel comfortable.

Just as he was about to pull his hand away, Jiang Wanning clung to Fu Chenyuan's arm even tighter, preventing him from pulling away, and hummed uncomfortably.

"Sweetie, let me get out of bed, I'll go get the thermometer."

He coaxed her gently.

Jiang Wanning ignored him and instead wrapped herself around him like an octopus, hugging him even tighter.

"Don't go, don't go, husband, don't go."

"Why are you so clingy now? Like a clingy little devil."

Fu Chenyuan sighed and simply picked Jiang Wanning up in his arms.

In the darkness, he carried Jiang Wanning out of bed, carefully protecting her.

I didn't dare turn on the main light, but instead felt around and turned on a small nightlight.

The light suddenly brightened in the room, and it was a bit dazzling.

Jiang Wanning snuggled uncomfortably into Fu Chenyuan's arms, her eyelashes fluttering, and she closed her eyes even tighter.

Fu Chenyuan took out an ear thermometer from the medicine box and took Jiang Wanning's temperature. Sure enough, she had a fever, which reached 39.5 degrees Celsius.

Adults are less tolerant of high fever than children. Adults feel uncomfortable when their fever reaches 38.5 degrees Celsius, while children can still have some energy.

At this moment, the temperature is approaching 40 degrees Celsius; it's no wonder Jiang Wanning is feeling unwell.

Fu Chenyuan had no idea what had happened to Jiang Wanning during the day.

He didn't have time to call Xu Ying when he got back, and it wasn't a good time to go find her at this hour.

Fu Chenyuan didn't intend to disturb either set of parents in the middle of the night.

"Wanwan, do you know you have a fever?"

He carried Jiang Wanning to the living room and fed her water.

Jiang Wanning has woken up now, but she is still a little dazed. Her eyes are misty and lack their usual liveliness.

She stared at Fu Chenyuan, somewhat bewildered.

Then, she reached out and pinched Fu Chenyuan's face.

Jiang Wanning's grip was quite strong, and she pinched Fu Chenyuan until it hurt.

Fu Chenyuan didn't react at all; instead, he laughed.

"What, do you feel like you're dreaming?"

Jiang Wanning nodded obediently.

"Yes, I'm dreaming."

Fu Chenyuan asked Jiang Wanning to sit on the sofa while he thought about how to bring down her fever.

Jiang Wanning is usually in good health; perhaps she can try taking some fever-reducing medication and see how it goes.

He went to pour some warm water. Jiang Wanning's lips were unusually red due to her high fever, a somewhat bewitching red, like the most beautiful flower, so beautiful that people would know it was poisonous but still want to pick it.

"You're not dreaming, I'm back. Have some water."

Jiang Wanning shook her head: "No, I'm dreaming. You're not here. You're not here. I'm dreaming. Fu Chenyuan, how can you be so good? Are you just a figment of my imagination? Otherwise, how could there be such a good man in the world who doesn't ask anything of me, just because I am me? I've tried so hard, but they still can't see me. I'm not good enough. That's why I dreamed of your existence. Husband, you're the husband in my dreams, I love you so much."

Instead of drinking water, she threw herself into Fu Chenyuan's arms.

Some water spilled out, and a little splashed onto Jiang Wanning's arm.

Jiang Wanning looked down at the water droplets on her bare arm, somewhat bewildered.

"This dream felt so real, even the sensation of water splashing on my hand felt so real."

After saying that, she gave Fu Chenyuan a quick kiss on the lips, smiling shyly: "Honey, I love you."

Fu Chenyuan's heart trembled slightly; how could someone be so adorable?

If she weren't still sick, how could he possibly let her go with her flirtatious advances?