Chapter 9: Marrying the Seriously Ill Rich Young Man (9)

Xiang Yimo? Is this man lying sick in bed really her husband, Xiang Yimo?

He's actually so pleasing to the eye?

His skin is so white, just like flawless porcelain, and although there's no color in his cheeks, it doesn't diminish his beauty at all. His eyes, half-closed in sleep, are long and slender. His thick eyebrows slant into his temples, his eyelashes covering them like a fan. His nose is straight and prominent, and his lips look great too, like petals―only the color of his lips is so pale they are almost colorless.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! It's such a pity that a man this handsome is in this state!" Zhong Lingling murmured softly to herself.

Even though her voice was very low, in the quiet room, who couldn't hear it?

But even if it was heard, what of it? Besides herself, the only other person in the room was Xiang Yimo, who slept like a log. She wasn't afraid at all.

"Ah, I'm starving to death!" Zhong Lingling sighed.

Even the Phoenix Coronet on her head was removed, and with her long black hair draped over her, she looked nothing like the dignified bride she had been a moment ago.

In the center of the bedroom, there was a table laden with delectable food, candles alight, and set with two wine glasses and two bottles of red wine.

When she discovered the table of food, Zhong Lingling's mouth watered so much it almost flooded the floor.

She was truly famished.

"Sorry, handsome husband! I can't wait for you to wake up, I'm going to start eating!" Zhong Lingling waved her hand in front of Xiang Yimo.

Then, she couldn't wait any longer and dashed towards the spread of food.

Just as she pulled out a chair to sit down, Zhong Lingling suddenly remembered something.

"Right, the door isn't locked!" If someone were to suddenly come in and see her eating and drinking with no semblance of decorum, how would she ever hold her head up at the Xiang Family?

Suppressing her hunger, Zhong Lingling ran to lock the door, and only after confirming that it was securely locked did she comfortably sit down at the table filled with food.

On the table were lobsters, roast chicken, grilled fish, fruits, and other dishes.

With one hand grabbing a chicken leg and the other a piece of lobster meat, and with a chunk of honeydew melon in her mouth, she swallowed without even chewing, desperately gorging the food down her stomach.

She ate so fast that she nearly choked, coughing loudly repeatedly, and poured herself a full glass of red wine.

She gulped it down like water.

After downing three or four glasses of red wine, she belched loudly, feeling utterly relaxed and content.

There's nothing like having your fill of food and drink; it's one of life's great pleasures.

Little did she know that a gaze from a corner of the room had been watching her the whole time.

If she had noticed that gaze earlier, she wouldn't have ended up in such an embarrassing predicament in the next second.

Feeling a burning heat on her back, Zhong Lingling stiffly turned her face, startled into speechlessness.

"You, when did you wake up?" Zhong Lingling stared incredulously at Xiang Yimo, who was still lying in bed.

Just a moment ago, he had been sleeping like a log, but now, his eyes were open.

With his eyes open, he looked even more alluring. His long, wicked eyes had a touch of gentleness among their evil, and his blurry gaze tugged at the heart.

However, he still seemed very weak. Parting his lips, he slowly said, "Since you lifted your bridal veil!"

"What? You saw everything?" Zhong Lingling's face immediately flushed red as if on fire.

"No! Not only did I see everything, I also heard everything!" Xiang Yimo said with an incredibly weak voice.

"What did you hear?" Zhong Lingling asked tentatively.

"What do you think?" Xiang Yimo slightly raised his sword-like brows, his eyelids fell shut, but he struggled to keep them open, looking at Zhong Lingling.