"I heard you're very rich, a tycoon, even the richest man. Not only that, you also own a jade mine. Someone of your status is bound to have no shortage of suitors and admirers. And I happen to be one of those people who's publicly known to have a weak stomach. Can I live off you?"

Zhiyun's tiger body trembled again: "..."

After he lost his memory, the only words he said to her were one or two sentences or a few words.

This sentence is already very long.

Zhiyun stared at him in disbelief, as he spoke so confidently about being a gigolo.

The memory sequence overlapped long ago——

I wonder if Dr. Han has a healthy stomach and is suitable for a life of luxury.

…

[Last time you asked me if my stomach was okay, after that day I suddenly realized that my stomach really wasn't okay.]

…

【Stay with me.】

…

I covet your beauty...

Zhiyun quickly woke up from her memories.

This man, whether in the past or now, always strikes quickly, accurately and ruthlessly. That's fine, the key is that he actually uses the same routine. That's fine, the key is that she falls for his routine.

There's no hope...

Zhiyun really wanted to agree to him immediately: Okay, I will be with you, tie you to me, and never separate.

But when she thought about the fact that she only had two months left to live, she suppressed all these thoughts.

Seeing all her expressions turn into calmness in an instant, Han Qingrang lowered his eyes and stood up.

"Is the chocolate cake delicious?" he asked in a calm voice.

Zhiyun was stunned. Did he know why she was hospitalized for IV drip?

But he didn't say it explicitly, so she couldn't tell whether he really knew it.

She pretended to be nonchalant: "Yeah, not bad."

After all, he was the one who bought the cake. If he just asked this question, he might not know the truth.

I thought he wouldn't ask again, but I heard him say, "When I bought that cake, there were strawberry, mango, and blueberry flavors. Chocolate and strawberry flavors are very popular. Next time, I'll buy you a piece of strawberry flavor."

Zhiyun's expression froze, and then turned pale, as if he had lost all his color.

Because she remembered the scene of vomiting bitter bile when eating this chocolate cake. It was not that it tasted bad, nor that it had gone bad.

She can eat one candy, two candies is the limit, but a piece of cake or an ice cream can instantly bring her back to her original form.

That's why such consequences occurred. He vomited so much that he was dizzy and so exhausted that he had to be admitted to the hospital for an IV drip.

Han Qingrang took in her entire expression.

Including that brief paleness...

Zhiyun quickly regained her composure: "Did you buy it specially for me? I remember this cake, you said you bought it casually."

"I'll buy it especially for you next time," he said.

Zhiyun shook her head: "No, it's not necessary. I won't bother you. I can buy it myself if I want to eat it."

"I'd buy it for you," he said.

Zhiyun frowned slowly, "No, thank you."

There was a hint of alienation and disgust in his tone.

Alienation is given to Han Qingrang, and disgust is given to Cake.

Now, even thinking about the appearance of that chocolate cake made her feel stuffy, uncomfortable, and nauseous, and she couldn't bear to see it.

But Han Qingrang still insisted: "I want to buy it for you because you like it."

Zhiyun's temper flared up immediately, and she looked up at him: "I don't like it! Don't I like hearing it?"

He looked at her expressionlessly as her emotions suddenly became so intense.