‘The president’s grandson?’
Lin Xiaomi was a little shocked. She once speculated about Leng Yihuang’s identity. She even thought that he must be related to the president. But what she didn’t expect was that he was the president’s grandson, ‘He has such a noble status.’
After speaking, Wen Xiaoxiao waited for a long time but did not wait for Lin Xiaomi’s response. And then she couldn’t help saying, “Xiaomi? Are you still listening to the phone?”
After listening to Wen Xiaoxiao’s words, Lin Xiaomi replied quickly, “I’m listening to you.”
She was in a trance, “Xiaoxiao, I’m busy right now. We’ll talk in detail next time.”
“OK. I just want to tell you the secret secretly. I’m going to put my cell phone back quietly. Good night.”
After hanging up the phone, Lin Xiaomi leaned against the door of the refrigerator, and she was in a trance.
She squatted on the ground and thought it was incredible.
‘The man I bumped into turned out to be the president’s grandson. And I’m married to the president’s grandson.’
Lin Xiaomi suddenly felt inferior, ‘I’m not qualified to marry the president’s grandson.’
‘I don’t deserve him at all.’
‘What’s more, I even caused him a serious illness yesterday.’
‘If the president knew about this, would he just kill me?’
For her, Lin Hai was just an ordinary person with amnesia and no identity background. She thought she and Lin Hai were very well matched.
However, she felt that she did not deserve to be Leng Yihuang’s wife.
Lin Xiaomi sat on the kitchen floor for a long time. She didn’t stand up until the servants started working in the kitchen one after another after dawn, and her legs were a little numb.
When Leng Yihuang woke up, he felt dizzy. He only remembered reading in his study last night. He didn’t know when he returned to the bedroom.
“Young Master! Are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable?”
Leng Yihuang heard the familiar voice. Then he turned his head and saw Cheng Min sitting by his bed.
He frowned and said in a hoarse voice, “What’s wrong with me?”
“You had a fever last night. Because of your wound infection and allergy, you had a bad fever yesterday.”
“Did I have an allergy yesterday?”
Cheng Min said angrily, “Yes! The Young Master actually changed your bath milk into mango-flavor bath milk. She knew you were allergic to mango, so she deliberately wanted to hurt you. Young Master, you can’t leave her by your side. If you are in any danger, we will not be able to face the president.”
After listening to Cheng Min’s words, Leng Yihuang frowned and was surprised. Then a smile flashed through his eyes.
‘It seems that she really guessed my identity, so she would retaliate me with mango-flavor bath milk.’
‘However, it does look like Lin Xiaomi’s style.’
‘At the beginning, she had deliberately put little Laipi in my quilt.’
‘This woman is sometimes maddeningly naughty.’
Cheng Min thought Leng Yihuang would be angry. So seeing his smile, Cheng Min felt surprised and confused.
“Young Master, why are you laughing?”
Leng Yihuang waved his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, “Where is she?”
Cheng Min disliked that he always mentioned Lin Xiaomi. And then she said reluctantly, “The Young Madam is resting in the guest room.” “Tell her to come to me.”
Cheng Min was reluctant to go to Lin Xiaomi, “Young Master, it’s still early, and the Young Madam may still be resting. You just wake up now. You must be hungry, aren’t you? I’ll make you some food first?”
Leng Yihuang looked at Cheng Min coldly, “You have your own idea now?”
Cheng Min was panicked immediately, and then she quickly stood up, “I’m going to ask the Young Madam to come.”
Hearing that Leng Yihuang was looking for her, Lin Xiaomi first thought that Leng Yihuang must criticize her face to face.
Standing at the door of the master bedroom, Lin Xiaomi was a little afraid.
Hearing the sound of opening the door, Leng Yihuang deliberately became serious and seemed to be ready to lose his temper. Lin Xiaomi secretly looked at him. She saw the tired look of Leng Yihuang, and his face was pale and weak.
She stood in front of Leng Yihuang and bowed her head. Leng Yihuang did not speak, but looked at her coldly.
Lin Xiaomi’s face was pale, and her eyes were full of red blood. It seemed that she hadn’t slept all night.
‘I was sick and she didn’t take care of me. But why does she look so tired and sleepy?’
Leng Yihuang frowned, “Didn’t you sleep last night? You look so pale, and you look ugly.”
Loving beauty was the nature of every woman. It was the most intolerable thing for every woman to be disliked by the man she liked.
Lin Xiaomi was very ashamed and quickly reached out to cover her own face.
“Don’t look at me.”
“Come here!” Leng Yihuang said coldly.
Lin Xiaomi hesitated for a moment, then walked over obediently.
“Put your hands down!” Leng Yihuang said angrily, ‘She dared to get angry with me yesterday. Why is she so timid now?’
“Lin Xiaomi, you should remember that I am your husband. I’m sick. Why don’t you take care of me? You even go to the guest room to sleep?”
Lin Xiaomi suddenly felt a little aggrieved, ‘I want to take care of you, but they don’t allow me to do so.’
She murmured wrongly, “I want to take care of you, but they are afraid that I will hurt you again.”
Leng Yihuang frowned and made fun of her, “They are right. I’m not sure whether you will do more harm to me.”
Leng Yihuang was just joking. But to his surprise, Lin Xiaomi suddenly burst into tears after hearing his words.
She put her hands over her face, and her shoulders trembled, looking extremely aggrieved.
This made Leng Yihuang a little unprepared.
‘Why does she cry first? Shouldn’t it be me who should cry?’
At first, Lin Xiaomi just cried silently, and her shoulders were shaking. Later, she even cried bitterly.
Leng Yihuang looked at her coldly. Finally, he couldn’t help saying softly, “Put your hands down. Do you feel guilty? Sit down.”
As he spoke, he patted the bed beside him.
Lin Xiaomi curled his mouth and looked at Leng Yihuang. She hesitated for a moment. Leng Yihuang glared at her. Then she sat down at once. To her surprise, Leng Yihuang suddenly took her hand.
Before Lin Xiaomi could resist, she fell directly into Leng Yihuang’s arms.
“Why are you crying? Isn’t it me who should cry?” He sounded a little loud, but he had no deterrent.
Lin Xiaomi buried her face in his arms and said in a choked voice, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”