"Wanwan, you have a fever!"
Qiao Wanwan tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she couldn't open them no matter what she did.
During this sleep, Qiao Wanwan had intermittent nightmares.
In her dream, she sank into the cold seabed, seawater poured into her nose and ears, and a suffocating feeling kept coming, leaving her nowhere to escape.
She was so cold, she felt like her limbs were about to freeze and she couldn't move.
In a state between dreaming and waking, she felt a familiar presence and a strong, powerful arm embrace her.
Qiao Wanwan grasped his arm tightly as if it were a lifeline, moved closer to the source of warmth, and hugged him tightly.
......
When she woke up again, Qiao Wanwan had a disorienting feeling, as if she didn't know what day it was.
She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the man's handsome sleeping face.
At this moment, she was like an octopus, with her arms wrapped around Zhan Jingting's neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.
Qiao Wanwan's face flushed red, and she quickly let go of him.
As soon as she moved, the man opened his eyes, a hint of confusion in his deep gaze, but it quickly returned to clarity. "Wanwan, you're awake?"
Before Qiao Wanwan could speak, the man's palm covered her forehead.
"It's finally gone down, but the fever kept coming back during the day."
Qiao Wanwan then noticed that it was already pitch black outside the window, and the sleep light was on in the room.
"Wanwan, are you hungry? I'll have someone bring some food up."
"No need," Qiao Wanwan said coldly.
Zhan Jingting was taken aback. "Wanwan, I'm sorry, I'm the one who made you suffer."
Qiao Wanwan said nothing, threw off the covers, got up, and went straight into the bathroom.
When she came out, Zhan Jingting was no longer in the room.
Qiao Wanwan was starving and was about to order takeout on her phone when there was a knock on the door. A woman who looked to be around fifty years old walked in.
"Greetings, Madam. I am Zheng Ma. The young master sent me to take care of you." Zheng Ma nodded respectfully and went to the small table to serve the dishes.
Qiao Wanwan hesitated for a moment, but still went over and sat down. She drank a bowl of porridge and ate two small steamed buns, which made her stomach feel much better.
After packing her things, Zheng's mother left.
Qiao Wanwan brushed her teeth in the bathroom, then lay back down, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.
In the darkness, the door was opened.
Qiao Wanwan tensed up instinctively. "Get out!"
"Wanwan," she heard Zhan Jingting say, "Let's talk."
"What do you want to talk about?" Qiao Wanwan blurted out. "If it's a divorce, that's fine. Other things can be discussed in person."
A man's low, hoarse, pained voice echoed in the dark room, "You really want a divorce?"
“I’ve made myself very clear. I can’t live with a liar. Divorce is the only way out. And your mother is right. Marriages between people who are not a good match will not have a good ending. It’s not just about the material difference, but also the spiritual difference. Just like I can’t understand you lying at all.”
Zhan Jingting frowned. "My mother came to see you?"
"you do not know?"
"Of course I don't know." Zhan Jingting suddenly realized, hurriedly turned on the light, and maneuvered his wheelchair to the bedside. "She forced you to divorce me, didn't she? That divorce agreement... she prepared it, didn't she?"
Qiao Wanwan opened her eyes and looked at her. "She prepared the divorce agreement, but I wanted to hand it to you myself, and I signed it myself."
"I don't want a divorce, and no one can force me to. On the contrary, if I want a divorce, then this divorce is inevitable."
Zhan Jingting closed his eyes in pain, his deep voice hoarse, "Wanwan, I lost control of my emotions that night. I apologize, I'm sorry..."
"If you really feel sorry for me, then sign the divorce papers and we can part amicably."
"Wanwan, I will not divorce you." Zhan Jingting looked at her. "I have already torn up the divorce agreement. There is no way I will divorce you."
"Why?" Qiao Wanwan looked at the almost stubborn determination in his eyes and asked in confusion, "You're so rich, you can find any kind of wife you want, why are you clinging to me? Zhan Jingting, we're not right for each other."
"Whether it's suitable or not isn't up to you to decide, Wanwan. The position of Mrs. Zhan is yours, and it can only be you for the rest of my life."
The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly. "Zhan Jingting, I'm very tired. I don't want to argue with you. I've already decided on the divorce. I hope you will respect my decision."
"Wanwan, marriage is a matter between two people, and so is divorce. In short, I will never agree to a divorce unless I die," the man said slowly. "I know you don't want to see me. I won't disturb your rest. I'll go sleep in the guest room."
Zhan Jingting left the master bedroom, took out his phone and made a call, "My mom came looking for Wanwan, check it out."
About ten minutes later, Jiang Dong called, "Master Zhan, I've found out. Madam did come to the villa that afternoon and told the maids that she would tell you herself and that they didn't need to report it, so the maids didn't report it to me."
"Understood," the man ordered in a deep voice, "Go and do something..."
......
Qiao Wanwan slept until noon the next day. Perhaps because she had slept enough, she felt much more energetic when she woke up.
She washed up and went downstairs; lunch was already prepared.
Zhan Jingting wasn't there, and Qiao Wanwan didn't ask any questions, continuing to eat by herself.
The chef is back, and the dishes are exquisite and delicious, much better than takeout.
Qiao Wanwan's appetite had improved considerably. Just as she put down her chopsticks, Jiang Dong suddenly arrived with several men in suits.
"Madam, these are Master Zhan's personal lawyers," Jiang Dong introduced.
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