My back bumped against his warm, hard chest, his thunderous heartbeat shook me, and I was surrounded by his strong scent of male hormones and tobacco.

As I looked up, my gaze met his deep black eyes, which seemed to sparkle with stars.

He stared intently at me, as if trying to see right through me.

"What are you doing here?"

The man's voice was hoarse as he asked again.

This sounded like some kind of test to me, and I felt a little flustered. My mind raced. "My dad told me to come!"

My tone was very confident.

The starlight in the man's eyes suddenly dimmed, returning to its usual dark and cold state, like two icy pools.

He seemed very disappointed...

"Stay if you're willing to let me fuck you, otherwise get out."

He blew a puff of smoke at me and said some offensive and vulgar things.

That's all he ever did for me!

I had just thought he wanted me to come see him.

Thinking about how I had rushed here in a panic, I was furious and reached out to scratch his face.

I covered his face with my palm and squeezed it hard. "Go to hell!"

Before he could finish his curses, I was startled by the burning heat on his face.

"Fu Yanshen, you have a fever!"

I touched his forehead, and it was burning hot even through the bandages and gauze; it must have been 40 degrees Celsius!

Instead of lying down to rest, he was still puffing away on cigarettes; he was practically courting death.

I stood up from his embrace, forcefully snatched the cigarette from his fingers, and stubbed it out in the ashtray on the low table beside me.

"Go lie down!"

I gave him the order.

He tilted his sharply defined jawline, his gaze sweeping over me indifferently. "Mind your own business? What right do you have?"

He looked like he didn't want to listen to me.

"You think I want to control you? I'm controlling you on behalf of the directors and shareholders of Shengshi, Fu Yanshen. Do you think your body is your own?!"

As I was speaking, he suddenly stood up.

The man's face suddenly darkened, and he exuded a menacing aura. I was so frightened that I took a step back. He pressed closer and reached out to grab the back of my head.

He held my waist with his other hand, lowered his head, and kissed me wildly.

It was nibbling and biting, as if it wanted to swallow me whole.

I was overwhelmed and my body was forced to retreat. A moment later, I fell backward and landed heavily on the soft bed.

Fu Yanshen's tall body pressed down on me, his chest and long legs rubbing against me, and his burning tongue swirling in my mouth. His body was scalding hot.

I couldn't push him away at all.

He's really sick. He's so sick, yet he still wants to torment me.

As we kissed, he started convulsing intermittently. I quickly realized that this was a seizure caused by a high fever.

"Ugh... Fu Yanshen, stop messing around! You'll burn to death!"

I finally managed to push his head away from my face and angrily said to him.

He remained motionless.

I pushed him away and quickly got up.

"Fu Yanshen?"

Seeing that he had his eyes closed and was not moving, I called out in a panic.

He didn't reply to me; he seemed to be delirious from the fever.

I quickly got out of bed, straightened my disheveled suit, grabbed a wet wipe to wipe off the lipstick he had chewed on, and ran to find a doctor.

"Mrs. Fu".

I had just stepped out of my bedroom when I saw Lin Xiao coming down from the third floor.

"Lin Xiao, where is his doctor? He's delirious from the fever, why aren't you treating him?!" I accused him.

"Mrs. Fu, it's because he refuses to cooperate." Lin Xiao frowned, looking very troubled.

"How exactly did he get into this accident?" I regained my composure.

"President Fu suddenly drove recklessly up the mountain in the early hours of the morning and had a minor accident."

"He had a hole in his forehead that bled quite a bit. He secretly called a doctor to stitch it up, but afterwards refused to get an IV drip for inflammation, took a shower, and didn't go to sleep—"

Lin Xiao looked helpless.

Fu Yanshen, speeding?

How could someone as calm and self-controlled as him, a workaholic with a strong sense of career ambition, do something as dangerous as street racing?

Aren't you afraid that something might happen and disrupt your work?

The key issue is that he refused to cooperate with treatment even after being injured.

"You're asking for trouble." I said angrily. "Quickly call a doctor to give him an IV to cool him down and reduce the inflammation."

The doctor was upstairs and quickly went to the bedroom.

Fu Yanshen was like a spoiled child who refused to see a doctor. As soon as he regained his senses, he would get angry at them and not let them touch him.

The doctors were so frightened they dared not breathe.

"Fu Yanshen, don't move. Listen to the doctor." I sat down on the edge of the bed, took his hand, and patiently persuaded him.

He pulled his hand away from mine.

"Don't move!" I grabbed him again and yelled at him.

Unexpectedly, he really didn't dare to move, obediently stretching out his hand and letting the nurse give him an injection and hang up antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medication.

I just took his temperature, and it's 41 degrees Celsius. If it goes any higher, his brain will be damaged.

After the medical staff left, I poured him a glass of warm water.

"Fu Yanshen, drink some water."

He closed his eyes and shook his head.

I struggled to lift him up. "Drink some water!"

Despite the commanding tone, he drank it, downing more than half a glass of water in one gulp.

The high temperature caused his lips to peel and crack, so I took a cotton ball dipped in water and wiped them for him.

In his past life, when his stomach problems flared up, I would take care of him in the same way, sometimes staying up all night, attending to his every need, and feeling very sorry for him.

However, he was never very appreciative.

Each time, I write the dosage and frequency of the medicine on a sticky note and stick it on the back of the medicine box so that it is easy for him to take the medicine.

He would always mock me, "Do you think I can't read?"

The way he belittled me always made me feel that my feelings for him were nothing more than self-indulgent sacrifices.

That's how it is, isn't it?

In my past life, I always went along with him and spoiled him. Not only did he not cherish it, but he also didn't appreciate my kindness and found me annoying.

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