Chapitre 12: Chapter 12: Marrying the Seriously Ill Rich Young Man (12)
Having feigned illness for years and seldom walked on the ground, he would really fall sick if he did not exercise at night.
You ask why his feigned illness seemed so realistic?
That's because Xiang Yimo had been taking a particular medication long-term, which left him extremely weak once ingested, and in a prolonged state of drowsy sleep, appearing as if he was about to die from a serious illness, even doctors couldn't detect the ruse. He calculated the dosage well, so by night, his body would revert to its usual state.
This medication had basically no harm to the body, and everything would return to normal once he stopped taking it.
Xiang Yimo took off his coat and started to exercise.
Initially, the room he lived in didn't have a gym, so at night, he would run in place in his private room, and he also read books.
Now, he truly had to be grateful for the wedding, which made his father equip him with such a well-furnished suite that had everything.
Even a kitchen.
If he got hungry in the middle of the night, he could open the fridge and cook something for himself without fear of being discovered.
The only tricky part was the addition of a woman.
However, that woman seemed rather slow and probably wouldn't discover any of his secrets, he thought her stupid just by the way she ate.
Drenched in sweat, Xiang Yimo ran on the treadmill with great relish, feeling utterly invigorated.
After the workout, he drank a bottle of beverage, took a refreshing shower, and felt clear-headed and rejuvenated.
Checking the time, it was 3 a.m. His time for freedom was limited; he slept during the day and at night he was as energetic as a tiger. He still wanted to continue reading, browse the internet to keep up with the world.
Although he might have to feign illness for his entire life, it didn't mean he was willing to live like an idiot.
He wanted to understand the things that ought to be understood, and likewise obtain the information he needed to know.
Entering the study, intending to sit down and read, an image suddenly flashed across his mind.
Damn, that slow woman was still asleep at the desk!
If she really slept till dawn like that, she wouldn't freeze to death, but she'd certainly be frozen stiff.
"Women, what troublesome creatures!" Whose lousy idea was it for him to get married?
Xiang Yimo shook his head, left the study, and returned to the original master bedroom.
Indeed, Zhong Lingling was still dozing off, face down on the desk.
She was only covered with two thin bath towels and appeared to be sleeping deeply.
Sleeping there was no solution. Looking around, the bedroom incredibly had neither a bed nor a sofa.
Where should he toss this woman to sleep?
Forget it, let her sleep in the bed, since he planned to read until dawn anyway.
Thinking so, Xiang Yimo carefully picked up Zhong Lingling.
True enough, her body was frozen stiff, her limbs icy cold.
He had to admire her, how could she sleep like that?
Luckily, she slept like a log, not noticing at all as he carried her horizontally, and even naturally cuddled into the warmth of his arms.
Her face was buried deeply into Xiang Yimo's chest, shivering from the cold.
Xiang Yimo frowned involuntarily.
Was this the first time in his twenty-three years that he had been this close to a woman?
He had been feigning illness since eighteen and had done so for five years, he never had the chance to meet women from outside, let alone be this close to one.
Why would this woman agree to marry him, a man with a serious illness? It must be because his father gave her a lot of money, right?
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