Chapter 10: Marrying the Seriously Ill Rich Young Man (10)

"Ha! Haha! You must be starving!" Zhong Lingling rose from her chair, feigning concern for her husband, Xiang Yimo, to mask her embarrassment.

Having had several glasses of potent red wine, she staggered as she walked.

She swayed over to Xiang Yimo's bedside.

Just as she got beside the bed, before she could steady herself, her feet gave way and she plunged towards the large bed.

She let out a shriek of terror.

The one who suffered the most was not her, but the seriously ill Xiang Yimo. With Zhong Lingling collapsing on top of him, he nearly suffocated.

"Are you okay?" Zhong Lingling quickly rolled off to one side.

She was truly terrified. If she had crushed a man who was already on his deathbed, she would never be able to leave the Xiang Family alive.

"What do you think?" Xiang Yimo's voice was weak, but he raised his volume quite a bit, obviously protesting against Zhong Lingling.

"I'm sorry!" Zhong Lingling apologized, looking at Xiang Yimo with remorse.

Her fair cheeks were flushed with two spots of red, not from shyness but from the alcohol. She stared at Xiang Yimo with pitiful eyes, leaving him with a mix of laughter and tears.

"Help me up!" Xiang Yimo said, struggling.

Normally, there would be servants who came to feed him regularly, but probably because the family was celebrating happily today, he, the groom and also the patient, had been neglected, having not eaten anything all afternoon. In fact, he was starving.

Especially after watching Zhong Lingling devour chicken and honeydew melon, his stomach had been growling.

Unfortunately, Zhong Lingling was so engrossed in her meal that she didn't notice the commotion on Yimo's side.

Zhong Lingling tried to help Yimo up, but his body was too heavy for her to lift.

She had no choice but to stand by the bed and pull him up.

"Pull that chair over here!" Yimo told Zhong Lingling.

There was a wheelchair set beside the bed, which the nanny normally used to push Yimo around the courtyard to get some fresh air.

She pulled over the chair, and this time, managed to easily move Yimo into the wheelchair.

Then she pushed him towards the dining table.

Once they got to the table, she felt so embarrassed she wished she could crawl into a hole and hide.

The table which had once held a feast now looked like a disaster area, utterly disarrayed.

Only a few dishes contained a small amount of food, while the table was piled with chicken bones and shrimp shells.

Zhong Lingling hardly dared to meet Yimo's gaze.

"Feed me!" came three words drifting from the sky.

Truly, even though Yimo's voice was feeble, it was quite pleasant to hear. Had he been a regular person, he surely would have been perfect.

Xiang Yimo lay there with his eyes closed, mouth open, and realized that even opening his eyes was an arduous task.

However, he had not taken Zhong Lingling to task for her previous undignified behavior, and he hadn't shown disdain for the mess on the table.

But that made sense, being so seriously ill, he had no energy to trouble her.

Zhong Lingling laughed sheepishly and picked up a clean pair of chopsticks to feed Yimo.

Alas! Though life had been less than ideal before, she'd never had to feed someone else.

If Yimo hadn't been so terribly ill, she wouldn't have bothered feeding him at all.

Each time Yimo opened his mouth, she fed him a bite, just like feeding a baby. Half an hour passed and they had only managed to get through half a bowl of rice.

He truly was gravely ill.

Yimo lay slumped in the wheelchair, and as he ate, he fell asleep again, slipping back into a coma, no longer opening his mouth.

"Hey! Hey, what's wrong with you?" Zhong Lingling was startled.

Surely he hadn't died?