When My Billionaire Husband Became Sick

Chapter 2: What Goes Around, Comes Around

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

She knocked on the door twice and waited. Soon, a pleasant and alluring voice that made one’s legs go weak came from within the ward. She reached out and opened the door, and she did not see the scene she was expecting to see. The man in the room was not lying on the hospital bed, coughing non-stop. He did not look weak at all.

He did not choose to sit on the comfortable-looking soft bed. Instead, he sat on the leather sofa at the side. His straight, long legs looked even more slender than usual under his exquisitely tailored pants.

The man had a clear and refined face, and he had deep eyes and a strong nose that gave off a cold aura that kept people at bay. Even his thin lips had a hint of coldness. When he heard her voice, his gaze slowly moved up from the contract in his hand to Jiang Yule who had come in. She then closed the door and walked toward him.

Li Xingyi stared at her without saying a word. At the same time, he began counting down in his mind. ‘Three, two, one… Just as expected.’

After the short three-second countdown ended, the woman in front of him bit her lip, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes before she opened her mouth. His eyes were filled with grief, as if the person sitting here was not Li Xingyi himself, but a portrait of him at his funeral.

The man’s expression did not change as he looked at the young woman who was sobbing in front of him, however his eyes narrowed. He raised his hand ready to signal the bodyguard to drive the woman away, but suddenly she coughed.

The quietly sobbing girl widened her dark eyes in shock, momentarily forgetting to cry. Her face was filled with grief as she said, “Master Li, how could this be happening? You can’t just leave me all alone! If you are gone, how could I possibly live on?”

Li Xingyi coldly listened to the woman’s sobbing, as if she was crying on his deathbed. He was about to interrupt when the soft and familiar voice was heard again.

‘Is this what they mean by “what goes around, comes around?” Thank God, amen.’

‘Is this a cough? No, this is a blessing of gold!’

‘Hurry up and leave. Once you die, I’ll be the youngest, richest woman in the country.’

Li Xingyi secretly frowned. The woman in front of him had obviously kept her mouth shut, yet he seemed to hear a voice for some reason.

Jiang Yule gulped when she saw Li Xingyi’s lack of reaction.

‘Why isn’t he reacting? Did Aunt Wang lie to me?’

‘Li Xingyi, you scumbag. Are you actually here to remove a wart?’

The richest man who controlled 10% of the world’s assets would not have warts.

He listened to that arrogant, domineering, and even vicious voice, and then looked at the delicate and weak woman in front of him with swollen, red, and thin eyes, who could faint at any time. The stark contrast made Li Xingyi silent. He was not sure what to think. Should he continue to listen?

Wiping her tears, Jiang Yule, who had been kneeling until her legs were cramping, quickly changed her posture while wiping her tears. She turned to the bodyguard beside Li Xingyi and winked at him under the cover of her sleeve.

‘Hurry up, bro. Can’t you see that your CEO detests me? Hurry up and throw me out!’

Li Xingyi did not give the order, so the bodyguards naturally would not act. He could now confirm that the voice did indeed belong to his despairing little wife in front of him. With his years of experience in the business world, he knew that it was best to keep a low profile in the face of the unknown.

“Who asked you to come?” His voice was low and naturally cold.

Jiang Yule was stunned for a moment, then she sobbed again and dragged herself to the man on her knees. The hand that was tugging at the man’s pants was so thin and even a little pale.

“I’m here because I’m too concerned about your health…”

‘I’m here to wait for your will, big boy.’

Li Xingyi heard her unspoken words again, and he pursed his lips curled into a thin line.

“Yang Chen, call the doctor over.” He ordered coldly. The bodyguard in black beside him walked out quietly. Two minutes later, he returned with a blue-eyed western doctor.

The doctor looked worried. “Master Li, are you feeling unwell?” Master Li, who had never been sick, suddenly started coughing. This was no small matter.

Li Xingyi calmly sat on the sofa and nodded slightly. “I have difficulty breathing.”

Hearing this, Jiang Yule looked at him in confusion. ‘Isn’t it because you’re always eccentric?’

Li Xingyi paused and added, “I’m having auditory hallucinations as well.”

The doctor’s face was filled with shock. Hearing voices was not a small matter. It was a neurological problem!

Jiang Yule had known Li Xing for a year or two, but this was the first time she was not asked to leave by the bodyguards. Instead, she was forced out of the ward by the group of doctors making a fuss. When she came back to her senses, she was already out of the hospital.