After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me-Chapter 429 - 300: Your Husband Sent You Here

Their car was parked here.

Parents who were dropping off their children for school surrounded them.

Fu Tingzhou suppressed his anger and drove away.

Tang Xi, looking through the rearview mirror at his tense expression, regretted a bit. She should have gotten out of the car and left immediately, instead of still being in his car now.

It was morning rush hour, and the car was slowly moving through the traffic.

The atmosphere inside the car was stagnant and somewhat oppressive. Tang Xi felt dizzy and uncomfortable; she opened the window to get some air.

But just after she opened it, within a few minutes, Fu Tingzhou closed it again.

Tang Xi raised her hand to rub her temples.

She felt terribly uncomfortable.

An indescribable sense of suffocation arose, with waves of nausea surging up.

Tang Xi furrowed her brows tightly, enduring the discomfort with effort.

Did she get an upset stomach from breakfast this morning?

She felt a sense of weakness all over her body. Ever since she returned from Fu Yunye’s house last night, the scenes from the video she saw on his computer have been constantly playing in her mind.

She hardly had a good night’s sleep.

Tang Xi tried hard to forget everything.

But she found it impossible to do so.

At this moment, the woman slowly leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes after another failed attempt to open the window.

After enduring for two minutes, she felt even more dizzy. "Fu Tingzhou, could you roll down the window? I need some air. I feel really uncomfortable..."

Fu Tingzhou ignored her at first, only glancing at her through the rearview mirror. He saw her pale complexion with tightly furrowed brows, which didn’t seem fake, and his eyes darkened. He opened the window but still said, "Tang Xi, what are you pretending for? You were fine this morning, now you pretend to be dizzy with me?"

Tang Xi’s voice was very weak; she didn’t bother explaining further.

Head heavy, she leaned to one side and closed her eyes, humming in response.

Fu Tingzhou noticed something was off with her condition.

He called out, "Tang Xi?"

Tang Xi didn’t respond to him.

It was a red light ahead, and all the cars were jammed here.

Fu Tingzhou got out of the car, opened the back door, and reached to touch Tang Xi’s forehead.

His hand met scorching heat!

Was this woman running a high fever?

She herself was a doctor; how could she not notice her own fever?

Fu Tingzhou’s face darkened, patting Tang Xi’s cheek, "Wake up, wake up, Tang Xi."

The man looked around. Nearly all the surrounding vehicles were at a standstill, with a few people cursing due to being stuck here and in a hurry.

Only electric bikes and bicycles could weave through the cars.

Seeing Tang Xi’s condition, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

After the call, Fu Tingzhou closed the car door, scanned the surrounding situation, and walked toward a small motorbike parked by the roadside. Taking out his wallet, he realized he didn’t have much cash.

"This bike, name your price, I’ll buy it."

The brother squatting on the side eating breakfast was taken aback, "What?"

"I want to buy your motorbike."

"This bike is just an old one, originally bought second-hand for delivery. It’s not worth much. It wouldn’t sell for a high price," the brother was a bit dumbfounded, swallowing the mouthful of bun he had been eating.

Fu Tingzhou took out his phone, "I’ll transfer to you via QR scan, please hurry. I don’t want to wait?"

For two portions of porridge, the brother saw an incoming payment of twenty thousand yuan on Alipay, then watched a handsome man dressed in a suit ride away on his beaten-up motorbike.

Fu Tingzhou parked the car on the roadside, then called Shen Duan to come and pick it up.

He lifted Tang Xi, "Wake up, hey, can you hear me talking?"

Tang Xi slowly opened her eyes.

She forced herself to speak, "Mmm, Fu, do you need something?"

"Have you been fevered into stupidity?" Fu Tingzhou coldly glanced at her.

Tang Xi then realized she was in his arms.

She touched her forehead, astonished to find herself running a fever.

Unable to help herself, she retorted irritably, "Isn’t it because of you?"

Fu Tingzhou didn’t answer her, seemingly holding back due to her current state.

He put her on the back seat of the motorbike and sat in front, then had her wrap her arms around his waist. "Don’t fall off."

Tang Xi subconsciously hugged him, then looked around, "What are you doing?" frёeωebɳovel.com

Fu Tingzhou didn’t speak.

Tang Xi’s cheeks rested against the man’s back, with the sound of wind ringing in her ears.

Fu Tingzhou rode the bike, taking her through the congested crowd of cars, taking shortcuts; Tang Xi’s head was heavy and dizzy, but the wind made it not so uncomfortable. She leaned her head to one side to watch the passing streets, asked Fu Tingzhou a few questions, but he didn’t respond.

Leaning against his back, Tang Xi slowly closed her eyes.

Even though the wind had diluted his scent of dark wood and agarwood, Tang Xi still felt the fragrance seemed, somehow, even stronger.

-

When Tang Xi woke up, she was in a hospital ward.

From her angle, she could clearly see the drips falling from the IV bottle.

Tang Xi was stunned for a moment before slowly sitting up.

Looking around, the layout of this hospital ward indicated it was a community hospital.

Did Fu Tingzhou bring her to the hospital?

The door to the ward opened, and a nurse walked in.

"Tang Xi, you’re awake. Do you still feel unwell? You had a fever of 39.8 degrees, and we gave you something to bring it down. When you arrived, you were saying in your husband’s arms that you felt severely dizzy and couldn’t stand. We’ve given you an injection to help with the dizziness, how do you feel now?"

Tang Xi knew this nurse; the community hospital didn’t have many medical staff, and they were familiar with those from each department. They would often get together for meals, and this nurse’s name was Su Xuewen, in her late twenties, with a two-year-old daughter, and got along well with Tang Xi.

Tang Xi smiled a little, "I’m feeling better, still a bit dizzy, but it’s manageable now."

She gave a light cough, "That, he’s not my husband...."

Right now, her cheeks were red due to the fever.

Her voice was weak and feeble as she spoke.

Su Xuewen smiled, assuming that Tang Xi was simply shy. Previously, everyone at the hospital only knew Tang Xi had a daughter, and they were not aware of her marital status. But Su Xuewen, being married herself, could tell from the anxious look in the eyes of the man who held Tang Xi that there must be affection there, and when he registered her for hospitalization and purchased medication, he did so identifying himself as Tang Xi’s family member.

"It’s okay, having such a handsome husband and keeping it low-key is normal. I understand you’re a private person who doesn’t like to show off your personal life. Otherwise, if Doctor Cui and Sister Zhang find out, they’ll surely start discussing you again. They don’t mean any harm; they just like to gossip about family matters. After you resigned, they still brought you up, saying they should hang out sometime since everyone is colleagues."

As Su Xuewen spoke, she changed Tang Xi’s medication.

Tang Xi watched Su Xuewen and chuckled lightly, pursing her lips. At that moment, Su Xuewen spoke, "Are you wondering where your husband went? He’s probably out buying you lunch right now. I told him you should be waking up soon and it’s best to eat something light. So I suggested he get you some millet porridge. Then he left."

"Lunch?" Tang Xi fumbled in her pocket for a while and finally saw her phone on the bedside table. She checked the time, and it was already 12 p.m.

She had slept for three or four hours.

The community hospital wasn’t busy; there were few patients, so Su Xuewen stayed and chatted with Tang Xi in the ward.

Speaking of Gu Zhiyi, Su Xuewen mentioned that she didn’t come to work this morning because there was something going on at home.

"Tang Xi, where does your husband work? He seems quite busy. When you were receiving the IV, he answered three or four calls in a row. He looked very handsome in his suit. My husband is often in sporty casual wear and has hardly ever worn a suit."

Tang Xi blinked, knowing that even if she said Fu Tingzhou was some important figure, no one would believe her. She tactfully replied, "Oh, him, uh, he works in real estate, sales."

"Oh, no wonder, he looked so trim and sharp, that black suit was really handsome."

At this moment, footsteps could be heard outside.

Fu Tingzhou pushed the door open and walked in, holding a white plastic bag that vaguely contained lunch.

Seeing him come in, Su Xuewen stood up, "Then I’ll head out first."

Tang Xi watched as Fu Tingzhou took off his suit jacket and hung it on the accompanying chair, now just in a black shirt of the same color with a high-end silver wristwatch on his wrist. Fu Tingzhou was currently unbuttoning his cuff as he took out the lunch.

Fried dumplings, millet porridge, steamed buns, and egg soup.

These were all everyday street foods.

Tang Xi really liked these everyday meals, but she thought Fu Tingzhou would probably not like them.

After all, with his identity, he was not an ordinary person like herself.

Tang Xi took a bowl of millet porridge and sipped it.

She glanced at Fu Tingzhou.

Fu Tingzhou sat on an accompanying chair, peeling an egg and placing it aside.

Tang Xi’s gaze lingered on that peeled hard-boiled egg.

Suddenly, the neatly peeled egg appeared before her eyes.

Tang Xi felt she must be getting dizzy again after her fever just broke.

She took it almost reflexively, took a bite, and then choked.

Then a cup of water was handed to her.

Tang Xi tilted her head back and drank it all in one breath, it was still warm.

From the corner of her eye, she could still see Fu Tingzhou’s expression, one of indifference yet carrying a look that seemed to say ’you can choke on food, what useful things can you actually do?’ as if looking at a piece of trash.

After finishing the porridge, Tang Xi lay down on the bed.

She raised her hand and touched her forehead.

The fever had subsided a bit, but she still felt hot.

She picked up her phone to check the time, about 12:40 p.m.

Her phone battery was low, and Tang Xi, feeling somewhat bored, placed her phone aside and let her thoughts drift.

Perhaps because she looked so sickly, Fu Tingzhou didn’t bother her, didn’t lose his temper, and didn’t say much. The ward, filled with the smell of disinfectant, was enveloped in silence.

Occasionally, there was only the rustle of garbage being tidied up.

Tang Xi opened her eyes, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Fu Tingzhou bending over to gather the trash in a plastic bag.

His movements showed a domestic touch, the homeliness of daily life.

Tang Xi was momentarily stunned.

Then she closed her eyes.

This made it seem like they were truly a married couple.

A wife sick in bed, the husband bringing lunch, and cleaning up the trash afterward.