Chapter 1: The Master Is Sick

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Madam! Something terrible has happened! Hurry up and pack your things. You need to go to the hospital immediately!” Having worked diligently for the wealthy Li family for many years, Aunt Wang had mastered the art of remaining calm even in the face of a sow giving birth, rushed in hastily.

Jiang Yule, who was curled up on the sofa and looking lustfully at a muscular man on the screen with a big grin, calmly switched the live broadcast channel to the cooking channel and wiped away the ugly leer on her face. Her long and thick eyelashes fluttered when she blinked after hearing the voice. She looked at Aunt Wang obediently with a hint of innocence. “Aunt Wang, calm down and speak slowly. Is the sow pregnant again?”

Aunt Wang’s eyes were filled with tears. “No, it’s the master, he…”

The soda Jiang Yule was holding fell onto the smooth marble floor. “Is the master pregnant?!”

Aunt Wang glared at her in exasperation. “No, the master suddenly coughed today. His assistant has already sent him to the hospital. As the mistress of this house and the master’s wife, you should visit him and show your concern.”

“Oh, that’s really worrying. Do I have to go and see him in person?” As soon as she finished speaking, the woman who had spoken suddenly came to her senses, and her expression of disbelief was reflected on the smooth marble floor. “Wait, who did you say coughed?!”

Aunt Wang pitied her for losing her hearing at such a young age and patiently repeated what she had said. Jiang Yule then collapsed, and if it were not for Aunt Wang who quickly caught her, the delicate young woman would have fallen onto the cold floor.

Aunt Wang sighed in her heart. Although Jiang Yule and the master were just a couple in name, everyone in the entire capital would be touched by Jiang Yule’s sincerity. Master Li was indifferent to her fierce pursuit, but she was willing to stay by his side without any dignity and or being valued. She was even willing to sacrifice her freedom. Now that the master was sick, the madam’s heart ached. Aunt Wang felt really touched.

Jiang Yule slowly raised her head and said in a trembling voice, “What you’re saying is that my husband, who is worth tens of billions and has countless assets overseas, has a body made of iron and is strong enough to topple Lu Zhishen, will be replaced by me as one of the richest people on Forbes as soon as he dies?”

Aunt Wang nodded with a worried expression on her face.

“The heavens reward those who work hard.” Jiang Yule burst into tears. Jiang Yule, who usually has trouble breathing even when basking in the sun, got up nimbly and rushed out of the door.

Aunt Wang was completely baffled as she watched her leave. ‘Why do I feel more worried about the madam than the master?’

The servants gaped in bewilderment as Jiang Yule rushed toward the garage. When she arrived, she saw the Bugatti Veyron, known as the winner of the car race, silently parked there. The smooth and slick black car looked so attractive that it was hard for people to tear their eyes away from it. She walked over quickly and with a flick of her fair and slender wrist, she forcefully pressed down on the car key in her hand.

“Let’s go, my dark knight,” the nearby BYD E6 electric car responded to her summon with a beeping sound.

…

On the eighteenth floor of the Imperial Central Hospital, a group of doctors with different ethnicities gathered together. At this moment, they were nervously discussing something. Although they were anxious, they made sure to speak in hushed voices. They were afraid of disturbing the person in the ward.

Therefore, when an unexpected soft voice suddenly called out to them, it gave the medical bigwigs a fright. “Excuse me, which ward is Li Xingyi staying in?”

The mention of Li Xingyi’s name attracted the attention of all the doctors, and they focused on the petite woman in thin clothes who said it. The woman’s eyes were misty, making her already harmless face look even more pitiful.

The girl frowned slightly when they did not respond even after a long time. Her soft and warm lips opened slightly, and she asked again, “Where is Li Xingyi, the one who is so sick that he is about to die?”

The doctors were speechless. The oldest foreigner with deep blue-green eyes pointed at the corridor and answered in perfect Mandarin, “Mr. Li is in the innermost ward.”

The girl thanked him politely. When she turned to leave, everyone heard her cackling to herself.

…

Jiang Yule walked to the entrance of the ward at the end of the corridor and subconsciously took a deep breath. As expected, a cold, mechanical voice sounded in her mind in the next second. ‘Mission target is in close proximity. Host, please maintain your character setting. If you deviate from your character, you will be electrocuted.’

Jiang Yule changed her previous sloppy appearance and skillfully took out a bottle of eye drops from her pocket and dripped two drops into her eyes.