Chi Mi followed Feng Yixun out of the hospital step by step, her head still feeling a bit fuzzy.
As she descended the steps, her legs gave way and her head lolled heavily to one side.
Feng Yixun, who was two steps away, happened to catch her.
She leaned against his chest, and as she came to her senses and looked up, she saw his sharply defined face.
Without needing any expression, this man exuded an air of cold detachment at all times.
Yet he was so handsome that he inevitably drew people’s gaze.
His face was clean and smooth, and he carried a faint, pleasant scent.
It wasn’t cologne—more like a fresh, crisp smell, as if under a clear blue sky with white clouds.
Chi Mi’s cheeks flushed involuntarily.
After he helped her stand steady, she muttered an explanation.
“I-I’m dizzy…”
Why was she blushing? Why was she embarrassed? Why did she feel the need to explain herself?
Wasn’t he her husband?
Helping her up was his duty, wasn’t it?
They had done far more intimate things together countless times.
Just as her mind wandered, she caught the indifference in his eyes and decisively took a step back, keeping a safe distance from him.
He clearly didn’t think he had any husbandly obligations.
So Chi Mi couldn’t help but grit her teeth again.
A husband who treated her badly was better off not existing.
This guy, with his terrible character, was truly wasting a good-looking shell.
She walked to the corner of the steps, pouted, and plopped herself down, feeling a sense of loss.
Seeing that she wasn’t moving, Feng Yixun stopped too, standing tall and straight, silent.
Chi Mi looked up at the sky. Even the sky of Li City now seemed utterly unfamiliar to her.
As if talking to herself, she said, “Tell me, how did I end up poisoned? Who poisoned me? What happened last night?”
Feng Yixun glanced down at the top of her head and said, “Last night was my father’s birthday banquet. All the Feng family members were there, your family was there too, and half of Li City’s wealthy elite were at the Feng villa. You drank a lot.”
His tone was measured, sometimes slow, sometimes quick.
As if he were pondering something, or perhaps growing impatient with her current state.
Poisoning her—sometimes, it wasn’t necessarily aimed at her at all.
Chi Mi clutched her head, her thoughts a tangled mess.
She could vaguely recall some unclear fragments—she had indeed drunk a lot.
It was her dear mother who had poured her drink after drink, then pushed her toward the men.
Her brows furrowed tightly as she replied in pain, “I don’t understand. My head hurts so much. I’m only seventeen, and I’m so confused right now.”
He couldn’t help but remind her, “Chi Mi, you’re twenty-seven.”
She didn’t want to deal with him and said stubbornly, “I don’t care about that. You’d better forget it. I’m only seventeen right now.”
He called her name again in that cold, slightly threatening tone: “Chi Mi—”
Chi Mi grabbed her messy long hair and stood up.
With a reckless, whatever-happens-happens attitude, she suddenly shouted at him, “You’re such a fierce husband! I’m a patient, no matter how you look at it. Can’t you speak a little more gently?”
His expression visibly darkened.
She stepped closer to him, tilting her head up, and added, “Husband, is our relationship really that bad?”
Feng Yixun averted his gaze, refusing to look at her.
“Don’t call me husband.”
Chi Mi found it secretly amusing. This husband of hers was both petty and pretentious.
Last night, they had been lying in the same bed, doing this and that.
Now he was putting on a cold face again, telling the whole world that their marriage was nothing but plastic.
Was it all because she made him tie her shoelaces back then?
He’d held a grudge for that long.
Or was it that, ten years later, she was really that easy to push around?
Her mother looked down on her, and her husband wasn’t gentle either?
Chi Mi knew he probably wouldn’t like it, but she still wrapped her arms around his, pressed close to him, and asked, “Then what should I call you?”
Feng Yixun didn’t really want to acknowledge her, but surprisingly, he didn’t shake her off.
“Whatever you want.”
She hugged even tighter, putting on a coy voice and saying, “Husband, I’m hungry.”
He pulled his arm out of her embrace and said, “Go buy yourself breakfast.”
Chi Mi pouted and said, “I don’t have any money, husband. I want to go buy some shengjian bao!”
Feng Yixun turned his head, lowering his gaze to look at the phone in her hand.
Then he looked back at her, his eyes as if he were looking at an idiot.
A moment later, he glanced at the driver standing not far away.
The young driver in a crisp black suit immediately caught on and walked over.
Feng Yixun said, “Wallet.”
The driver pulled out his own wallet.
Seeing the money, Chi Mi reached out without any hesitation and grabbed several red banknotes.
After taking the cash, she quickly ran off, turning onto another street.
The man standing obediently beside Feng Yixun stared at her retreating figure, stunned for quite a while.
He was completely baffled, and after hesitating several times, he finally spoke up cautiously: “President Feng, the missus…”
Feng Yixun’s expression remained unchanged. “Don’t worry about her for now.”
…
Chi Mi hadn’t actually gone to buy any shengjian bao.
Back at the Feng family villa, she had already gone through her WeChat chat history.
She still couldn’t quite figure out how to use her own phone.
But she saw that two days ago, she had been chatting with her best friend Xu Chaoxi.
They had talked about something regarding a new supplier for the flower shop.
Ten years ago, when she and Xu Chaoxi were at Puffenish International School, Xu Chaoxi had said that her dream was to open a flower shop.
Now, it seemed, that dream had come true.
Most importantly, the two of them had stayed in very close contact over the past ten years.
To Chi Mi, Xu Chaoxi was a friend she could completely trust.
The best move right now was to go find her and ask what was going on.
The Feng family place didn’t look safe at all—someone had poisoned her, and who knew if they were trying to kill her.
If they found out she was still alive, they’d definitely make another move.
Feng Yixun claimed to be her husband and a former classmate, but she had no idea how she’d even ended up married to him.
Chi Mi hailed a cab and headed to the address of the flower shop.