Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 114: If You Wake Them, You’re Responsible

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: If You Wake Them, You’re Responsible

Xiao Xiao rubbed her eyes forcefully, the face in front of her becoming more real, yet still dreamlike.

"How come, don’t recognize me?" Fu Xingzhou found it amusing; she looked exactly like a silly little girl.

"You, when did you come back?"

Fu Xingzhou pulled the quilt down a bit, revealing a few scratch marks on his bare chest. "Slept with me and thinking of denying it?"

Xiao Xiao’s previously short-circuited brain finally connected properly, and thinking of everything that had happened last night, her face flushed with excitement. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around the man’s neck. "I thought I was dreaming."

"Do you often have such dreams?" Fu Xingzhou’s expression was asking for a beating.

"Not at all," Xiao Xiao denied quickly. "Why didn’t you mention it on the video call?"

"Would there be any surprise if I told you?" Fu Xingzhou pinched her cheek. "Do you want to relive last night’s dream?"

"No, I need to go to work." Xiao Xiao attempted to escape.

Fu Xingzhou caught her arm from behind, his hand encircling her slender waist where faint red marks from him could still be seen.

She was too pale, too fragile; he had hardly used any force, and yet it had turned out like this.

It was really unjustifiable and unreasonable.

"There’s still time," Fu Xingzhou looked at his watch and embraced her again. "You woke me up, you have to take responsibility."

After not seeing her for nearly half a month, the man was really not that easy to handle.

In the end, Xiao Xiao ended up being late and ignored him all day long.

In an effort to cheer his wife up, Fu Xingzhou had a large bouquet of Louis XIV roses delivered to the hospital.

The deep purple roses were placed at the front desk, attracting a large crowd.

Among them, a patient recognized that these were Louis XIV roses, the Hermes of roses, only available through high-priced pre-orders, and not sold in regular flower shops.

A card was inserted among the flowers; aside from the character "Fu," nothing else was written.

As Bai Chutong passed by, she heard people whispering, "I wonder who sent them to Dr. Ye."

"Do you even need to ask? It must be one of Dr. Ye’s admirers."

"Dr. Ye is beautiful, has a good reputation, and is skilled in medicine. There are too many pursuing her."

"It’s just that nobody knows what type of person Dr. Ye likes. There are many pursuers, but also many rejections. This Mr. Fu surely stands no chance."

People on the VIP floor all knew that their Dr. Ye was hard to pursue.

Patients from all walks of life came here, and many were smitten by Xiao Xiao, including influential and wealthy families.

But Xiao Xiao had never accepted anyone’s gift before; flowers like these would end up at the front desk for anyone to take if they liked.

Bai Chutong had seen Louis XIVs before, freshly picked and air-shipped to Ao City at an unimaginable price.

The mesmerizing purple color drew continuous admiration from those around, but to Bai Chutong’s ears, it was a deep mockery.

She constantly compared herself to Xiao Xiao, yet couldn’t surpass her in anything, as if no one had ever sent her such expensive flowers.

"Dr. Ye never accepts flowers; anyone who likes them can share," Bai Chutong approached, acting as if the flowers were hers. "Besides, we don’t even know if these roses are real Louis XIVs; they could be dyed."

She desperately tried to belittle Xiao Xiao, believing she didn’t deserve such expensive flowers, while also comforting herself.

Everyone looked at each other, none of them moved.

The flowers belonged to Xiao Xiao, and without her permission, who would rudely divide someone else’s property?

"Why are you all being so polite?" Bai Chutong smiled, moving forward to pluck a rose, "It’s not like they are anything valuable."

"Dr. Bai."

Xiao Xiao and Xiao Xiao walked over. "Regardless of their value, they don’t seem to be yours."

Bai Chutong withdrew her hand and chuckled dismissively. "Dr. Ye wouldn’t be so petty, right? Didn’t you also share the flowers you received before with everyone?"

"I gave them, so you can take them, but if you want them, I don’t necessarily have to give them." Ye Yan held the flowers close to her chest, glanced at the card with the "Fu" character written on it—written by Fu Xingzhou himself, bold and unrestrained, just like him.

She pursed her lips and smiled, thanking the receptionist who had collected the flowers for her.

It was the first time Ye Yan had accepted flowers from someone, and everyone smelled the scent of gossip.

Who exactly was this Mr. Fu that could make Dr. Ye accept his gift?

Fu?

An image suddenly popped into Bai Chutong’s mind.

Fu Xingzhou?

Someone curiously asked, "Dr. Ye, were these flowers from your boyfriend?"

Ye Yan bent her head and gently sniffed the flowers, "No."

Everyone thought that Ye Yan hadn’t yet accepted the man’s pursuit, and that the two were possibly in a flirtatious phase.

Unexpectedly, Ye Yan added soon after, "He’s my husband."

The crowd was in uproar.

Chai Chen happened to walk out of a hospital room, and upon hearing Ye Yan say those words, a feeling of loss washed over him like a tide.

He silently watched her, the purple flowers against her fair skin, porcelain-like in its whiteness, her eyes sparkling brilliantly as she gazed at the bouquet, radiating light.

She was married? When had that happened?

Why hadn’t she mentioned a word?

Not just Chai Chen, even Xiao Xiao was shocked, mouth agape.

Dr. Ye, if not speaking, truly shocked people, and the entire hospital would likely be shaken.

Soon, news of Dr. Ye on the VIP floor being married spread throughout the hospital, even prompting Director Bi to seek a heart-to-heart with his disciple.

Faced with her mentor, Ye Yan didn’t hide anything.

"It’s Fu Xingzhou."

Director Bi was even more shocked upon hearing this name than the news of Ye Yan being married.

The two had crossed paths multiple times before but had always appeared as if "we aren’t familiar".

"Xiao Ye, no matter who the person is, I trust your choice," said Director Bi, never interfering in his disciple’s romantic life, only offering his blessings.

Adults understand what’s right and wrong.

Ye Yan said, "Teacher, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you, do you remember when Old Sir Fu was hospitalized here?"

"I remember, hasn’t he recovered and been discharged?"

"He has just been diagnosed with late-stage uremia."

"How is that possible?" Director Bi repeatedly shook his head, "You and I both saw his test results. The progression of uremia is slow, it can’t suddenly develop into late-stage uremia. Although his glomerulonephritis was most likely to lead to uremia, he was cured upon discharge."

"I want to review Old Sir Fu’s case again."

Director Bi nodded, "I’ll retrieve it for you now."

Soon, Fu Wei Jun’s medical records were in Ye Yan’s hands.

She returned to her office and carefully studied every detail.

Director Bi was right; according to the examination results, Fu Wei Jun had good health indicators at the time of his discharge. From his discharge to now, just a few months had passed—it was incredible that it could progress into uremia so quickly.

The examination at that time was conducted by Bai Chutong—Ye Yan could only go find Bai

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