Wan Ge thought about how she felt like she was tied up in her dream and couldn't move at all. Could it be because she was too nervous around him and didn't dare to move?

Wan Ge touched her neck, stretched, and then obediently got up.

She went to the kitchen again, but breakfast had already been prepared that morning.

Wan Ge also realized that she had gotten up quite late today.

However, two of the cooks in the kitchen were former imperial chefs who were exceptionally good at cooking, so Wan Ge didn't hesitate and had breakfast brought to Feng Ji's room.

Then she woke Feng Ji up, put the water she had prepared on the table next to the bed, and helped him wash up.

"My husband looks much better today than he did yesterday."

Feng Ji had the basin of water taken away, realizing that he couldn't pretend to be sick for too long. He needed to find out as soon as possible why his wife wanted a divorce, and whether she still wanted a divorce after these past few days.

Could it be that his wife no longer wanted a divorce? But he still didn't dare to speak up.

Feng Ji responded softly, "Yes, I feel much better today."

Wan Ge smiled again: "That's good."

…

Feng Ji had originally thought that after he fell ill, he would get closer to her and she would be less resistant to him.

However, as my condition improved, the frequency with which the other person came to my room began to decrease.

So that very night... while it was still raining heavily, the servant Feng Ji knocked on Wan Ge's door again: "Oh no, young mistress, the young master has developed a high fever again."

Upon hearing this, Wan Ge quickly got up, put on her coat, and opened the door. Her maid, holding an umbrella, followed her towards Feng Ji Courtyard.

Wan Ge asked the servant who came to report, "What exactly happened?"

"I don't know either. Perhaps it's because it rained a bit today and the windows weren't closed properly, which caused the young master's condition to worsen."

Wan Ge frowned: "Your young master is not fully recovered yet, how have you been taking care of him? How could you let him catch a cold again?"

Wan Ge looked anxious and quickened her pace. She then asked the servant beside her, "Has the physician examined her?"

The servant quickly replied, "The physician has already examined the young master, given him acupuncture and medicine, but his fever has not subsided."

Wan Ge took a deep breath. When his parents-in-law were at home, such things rarely happened to Feng Ji. He was already quite weak, so his parents-in-law were especially worried about his health. When they were at the mansion, Feng Ji was taken very well.

They've only been away for a short time, and Feng Ji has already fallen seriously ill and now it's relapsed. They'll definitely be very angry when they find out, right?

Shouldn't we also investigate these people in the household? They stopped taking good care of their husband as soon as their parents-in-law left.

…

Wan Ge was beside him, wiping his face with warm water to see if she could lower his temperature.

After working until late at night, the other person's fever subsided, and Wan Ge finally fell into a deep sleep beside him.

Feng Ji opened his eyes and reached out to pick up the person lying on the bed.

His eyes were lowered slightly, and he felt a pang of heartache as he looked at her tired expression.

He didn't really want to use this method, but if he didn't, the other person would distance themselves from him and stop looking at him. So he was willing to harm his own body as a price, just to have Wan Ge by his side.

But he didn't want her to be tired. What should he do to make his wife willingly stay by his side?

He had thought that their relationship would be better after spending time together, but it turned out to be wishful thinking on his part.

Feng Ji clenched his fists tightly. Zhui Ying still couldn't figure out why Wan Ge suddenly wanted a divorce, so Feng Ji was extremely uneasy.

He thought that if he couldn't find a reason, perhaps Wan Ge really wanted to divorce him for no reason at all.

No way! He absolutely will not get a divorce.

…

Looking at the other person the next day, although the fever had subsided, their mental state and complexion were still very poor, and Wan Ge felt a little more heartache in her eyes.

When Feng Ji's calm eyes saw the worry in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. Was the lady's concern for him also a sign that she cared about him a lot?

But then he thought of Wan Ge's attitude towards him, and felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his heart. Even though the lady cared about him, she still wanted to divorce him. Perhaps in the lady's eyes, her concern for him was just out of a sense of duty.

Wan Ge asked softly, "How are you feeling today, my husband? Are you a bit more friendly?"

Feng Ji shook his head: "I feel a little dizzy. Don't worry, Madam. If you are tired, please go back and rest."

"I'm not tired." Wan Ge took the medicine handed to her by the servant and sat down next to Feng Ji, saying, "Husband, please drink your medicine first."

Feng Ji lowered his eyes, leaning against her seemingly helplessly. Looking at the medicine in her hand, he said with a hint of sadness, "It's so bitter, I don't want to drink it."

Hearing his coquettish words, Wan Ge coaxed him again, "But you're sick now, so you should take your medicine. I've prepared your favorite pastries for you. You can eat them after you take your medicine, okay?"

Feng Ji obediently nodded as he listened to his words, and drank the medicine that the other party handed him.

Wan Ge quickly peeled a candied fruit for him before having someone bring over the pastries.

Feng Ji didn't seem to have a good appetite. It's normal to not have much of an appetite after drinking such bitter medicine. He ate a few pieces of pastry and then didn't want to eat anymore.

Wan Ge had the pastries placed on the table so he could eat them when he got hungry.

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