He released me, cupped my face in one hand, and made me face him.

I stared at him blankly, without saying a word.

Fu Yanshen's face darkened, and his jawbone almost detached from his cheek.

He got angry and impatient.

He let go of me, and I fell down, rolled over, wrapped myself in the blanket, and closed my eyes.

"Call Su Ye over to our house."

Fu Yanshen was on the phone when he went into the bathroom.

I lay there motionless, not sleepy at all.

Less than half an hour later, a female doctor and a nurse came into the bedroom, took a stethoscope, examined me, and even took my pulse. It was a combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

I had never seen this female doctor before.

"Brother Fu, your wife is not seriously ill, just a little malnourished. Her loss of appetite is probably due to her low mood. You should try to comfort her."

"Don't always have such a cold face, it ruins everyone's mood—okay, let me give your sister-in-law some IV fluids first."

Another younger sister.

Where did he get so many sisters?

I tensed up, listening to her voice, but quickly returned to my blank expression.

What's it to me?

Soon, the nurse helped me get an IV drip.

I sat leaning against the headboard, resting with my eyes closed. The female doctor and nurse had both left, and after a while, heavy footsteps echoed in the quiet bedroom.

A gentle breeze, carrying the scent of paper, brushed against my face, and something hit my chest.

"Take a closer look at your scumbag cousin. Is he really worth you being so heartbroken over?"

A deep male voice came from above me.