"It’s not my fault! I’m a victim too!" Bai Yiran retorted.
"That’s why you shouldn’t test my patience! How nice it is to stay obediently by my side!" Leng Yichen’s tone was cold, yet filled with a deep affection.
"Why should I obediently stay by your side? I’m not your pet bird!"
Leng Yichen let out a cold snort, "I think you haven’t sobered up yet. You’re speaking without thinking!"
"I’m not! You saved me and my friend yesterday, and I thank you for that! But we still need to get divorced!"
Bai Yiran probably didn’t know the saying, ’If you don’t court death, you won’t die.’
As expected, after hearing these words, Leng Yichen’s face darkened, "Say that again!"
"You... you stop threatening me..."
Bai Yiran painfully endured, her hangover making her extremely uncomfortable. Waves of nausea hit her as her stomach churned.
Ugh!
Before she could finish speaking, Bai Yiran lifted her head and vomited bile onto the floor.
Leng Yichen was taken aback; he didn’t expect Bai Yiran to throw up. He hurriedly patted her back gently.
With nothing in her stomach, all Bai Yiran vomited was bile. Her stomach contracted rapidly, making it difficult for her to breathe as she lay weakly by the side of the bed.
Leng Yichen poured a glass of water for Bai Yiran to rinse her mouth, then scooped her up and carried her to the room where she had stayed before.
After instructing Sister Liu to arrange for someone to clean the room, Leng Yichen returned to Bai Yiran’s room and saw her lying there weakly.
Leng Yichen didn’t say anything, but lay down on the bed as well.
Bai Yiran was startled, thinking Leng Yichen was about to do something to her again.
However, Leng Yichen extended his long arm, hugged Bai Yiran, and said softly, "I’ll just hold you like this."
Bai Yiran felt too uncomfortable and had no strength to resist Leng Yichen, so she let him hold her and fell soundly asleep.
When Bai Yiran woke up again, it was already midnight. The hangover, vomiting, and not eating all day left her stomach feeling empty and painfully hungry.
Bai Yiran sat up, and Leng Yichen was no longer by her side.
Turning her head, she saw a bowl of pumpkin porridge on the bedside table, still warm.
After finishing the porridge, when Bai Yiran was about to take the bowl to the kitchen, she noticed Leng Yichen working in the study.
Bai Yiran walked into the study holding the empty bowl, and although Leng Yichen was focused on his computer, he knew Bai Yiran had entered.
"I..." Bai Yiran wanted to say something, but couldn’t get the words out.
Leng Yichen looked up at Bai Yiran, "Cheng Gang, 48 years old, former sales manager of Zhen Dong Co., Ltd, currently a sales supervisor. If you say one more word, he’ll be out of a job immediately."
Bai Yiran was stunned; Cheng Gang was her uncle. So, it was indeed Leng Yichen who was causing her uncle trouble recently!
"If you have a problem, come after me. Why make things difficult for my family?"
"Wrong!" Leng Yichen closed his laptop and looked steadily at Bai Yiran, "They’re our family. As long as you’re my wife, your family is my family too, and I’ll do my best to protect them. If you divorce me, then they’re strangers to me. And I’m never merciful to strangers."
Bai Yiran was powerless to refute Leng Yichen’s threat. He indeed had the capability to do all this, but she didn’t understand why.
"Why? Why do this to me?"
Leng Yichen stood up, walked over to Bai Yiran, and embraced her, "Because I can’t live without you."
Bai Yiran didn’t sleep a wink the whole night, perhaps because she had slept too much during the day, or maybe it was Leng Yichen’s words that affected her.