To My Dear Mr. Huo

"Where are you going on a business trip? With whom?"

The possessive tone made Su Peizhen frown. She finally discovered that since the last time she went to the hot spring with her, Ling Jing has become more and more aggressive.

Not to mention anything else, just saying that his current possessiveness made Su Peizhen unhappy.

"Who I go with and where I go seems to have nothing to do with you, right?"

"How could it be irrelevant?" Ling Jing clasped her waist and was very dissatisfied with her move to distance herself from the relationship: "You are also my woman, so you have the right to interfere, right?"

"Am I your woman?" Su Peizhen's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of irony in his eyes: "Are you sure?"

She is her own and belongs to no one.

"Is not it?"

Su Peizhen pulled away his hand on her waist and prepared to stand up: "Ling Jing. You seem to have forgotten your identity."

She hadn't said this for a while. During this time, the two people had a tacit understanding.

There really aren't many days when Su Peizhen returns to the villa to accompany Xiang Caiping. She has been busy with business recently, and Xiang Caiping knew that he would go to the company when he wanted to see her.

For more than half a month after returning from the hot spring, Su Peizhen was with Ling Jing almost every day.

No matter what Ling Jing's motives were, he was indeed very kind to her. Taking care of her emotions and feelings at every turn. She enjoyed this simple relationship and also enjoyed the entanglement with Ling Jing every night.

She admitted that Ling Jing was a pretty good lover who always made her feel relaxed and happy.

But isn’t this Ling Jing’s duty? Since he is the man she paid to "support", shouldn't he put her first in everything?

She didn't think there was anything wrong with her idea. But Ling Jing's current behavior made her realize that Ling Jing was greedy.

She doesn't like it.

Ling Jing felt that she had been more patient and flattering to Su Peizhen than ever during this period.

How had he, the dignified Young Master Ling, ever been so careful to please a woman? If it weren't for his own purposes, he would kill a woman like Su Peizhen in minutes with just a wave of his hand.

"Who am I?" He became angry uncontrollably. He grabbed Su Peizhen who was about to leave again and suppressed her under him.

"Tell me, what is my identity?"

"You——" The Ling Jing in front of her made Su Peizhen aware of the danger. Her instincts told her to run away now.

But she didn't stand a chance.

Attacking and plundering, Ling Jing has never been a gentle lover.

"I am your man." He did not give her a chance to escape: "Su Peizhen, I hope you remember that I am your man now."

madman. Su Peizhen struggled: "Let me go."

The only thing that responded to her was his plunder.

Su Peizhen almost lost consciousness in the end. Later, the remaining thought was that she must break off this relationship.

…………

Su Peizhen didn't have time to break off the relationship with Ling Jing. The next morning she didn't get up at all.

The weather in Rongcheng is getting warmer, but it is still very cold at this time. Ling Jing carried her around in the bathroom, and then failed to help her dry the water on her hair in time.

Su Peizhen, who was sweating all over and had been struggling for a long time, fell ill.

Ling Jing didn't realize it when she woke up early in the morning. He was still angry about what happened yesterday.

He has decided that yesterday was just the beginning. He will always let this woman know how powerful he is.

He was still thinking about how to deal with Su Peizhen when he realized that something was really wrong with Su Peizhen.

Her breathing was heavier than usual, and when I touched it with my hand, I found that her temperature was also higher than usual.

Ling Jing finally realized that Su Peizhen was sick.

Staring at Su Peizhen, whose face turned red due to fever, Ling Jing paused for a minute before finally reacting.

Instead of sending Su Peizhen to the hospital, he called the Ling family's personal doctor.

"The fever is 39.5 degrees. Give her an antipyretic injection and take some medicine and she'll be fine."

The doctor looked at Su Peizhen on the bed. He was not sure about his relationship with the young master, but he didn't ask any more questions.

"Then hit him quickly."

"good."

Su Peizhen was unconscious because of the fever. Someone gave her an injection. She felt the pain and frowned slightly.

At that moment, nothing about her coolness or arrogance could be seen on her face. Her face was flushed red and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

The whole person showed a vulnerability that Ling Jing had never seen before.

After sending the doctor away and looking at the medicine left on the bedside, Ling Jing showed a rare kindness and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

I want Su Peizhen to take the medicine. Su Peizhen was completely uncooperative. Her mouth was tightly closed with no intention of opening it.

Ling Jing stared at her face for a long time. Because of her fever, Su Peizhen's lips were a little redder than usual.

At this time, Ling Jing had no other ideas. After thinking about it, he forcefully stuffed the medicine into her mouth. After taking a sip of water, he lowered his head and inserted it into her lips.

Warm water entered his throat, and Su Peizhen swallowed the medicine unconsciously.

After Ling Jing finished feeding, she realized what she had done. He put down the cup and stared at Su Peizhen hatefully: "Damn woman, how dare you ask me to serve you? You are really impatient. When you get better, let's see how I deal with you."

As he said this, he got up and wanted to ask someone to bring him some easy-to-digest food. With Su Peizhen's current physical condition, he can only drink porridge or soup.

Before she could call someone, Su Peizhen, who was sleeping on the bed, had sweat all over his forehead. She was sweating profusely and kept talking in her sleep, her head shook slightly, and her face was full of pain.

Ling Jing paused as she was about to leave. He stared at Su Peizhen's face, seemingly unsure: "Su Peizhen?"

"..."

Su Peizhen didn't respond to him. She was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't get out on her own.

Ling Jing didn't want to pay attention, but Su Peizhen raised her hand at this moment. She didn't know what she was dreaming about, and waved her hand gently in the air a few times.

"..."

Only then did Ling Jing realize that Su Peizhen seemed to be talking in his sleep. He stared at her face for a long time, then lowered his head to hear what she was saying.

"don't want--"

This time, Ling Jing finally heard clearly. Su Peizhen said no.

What don't you want?

"Su Peizhen?"

"No." Su Peizhen said again. Ling Jing stared at her face for a long time, then gently moved to her ear.

"What don't you want?"

One update. I'm going to write the second update now.