With these thoughts, his pity for Zhong Lingling dissipated entirely.
Even though he had been confined to his room since his youth, he still knew that in this world, some people would do anything for fame and wealth, even losing their very nature.
He laid her gently on the bed and even covered her with a thick cotton quilt.
In her dreams, Zhong Lingling seemed to have entered Paradise, sleeping ever more peacefully and securely.
And Xiang Yimo spent the whole night reading books and surfing the internet in his study.
Only when dawn was about to break did he return to the bedroom.
Then he changed back into his groom’s attire, as if nothing had happened, and after taking his feigned-illness medicine, he continued to lie down in bed.
Of course, Zhong Lingling lay beside him.
He thought that since this woman was so stupid, she would never suspect that it was he, gravely ill as he was, who had carried her back to the bed.
A woman as foolish as her would certainly think that she had ended up by his side in her sleep in a daze.
Xiang Yimo’s complexion soon became deathly pale after taking the medicine, and he drifted into a semi-conscious drowse.
In the early morning, sunlight poured into the fiery red bedroom like gold.
The cold room finally gained a hint of warmth.
Zhong Lingling had a dreamless night and slept exceptionally well; she opened her eyes with a smile.
She had expected to still be slumped over the desk, but upon opening her eyes, she was surprised to find herself lying in a fiery red bed.
Zhong Lingling’s previously muddled mind, as if splashed with a bucket of cold water, instantly became alert.
She jumped out of bed.
First, she threw back the quilt, thankful to find that her clothes were still intact, just as they were when she had gone to sleep.
Besides, the groom was so ill, how could he have the strength to do anything to her?
Turning her head to the side, Xiang Yimo still lay with his eyes closed as if dead, his face ashen.
But it was strange!
How did she end up here?
Last night, she had clearly been sleeping at the desk; how did she end up here?
There were only the two of them in the bedroom; could it have been Xiang Yimo who had carried her over?
“Hey, hey!” She called out a few times, but Xiang Yimo didn’t respond.
His breathing was very faint.
Impossible.
He was so sick he could barely stand; how could he have carried her?
Could it be that she got so cold in the middle of the night that she climbed into the large bed in a haze?
Currently, that seemed like the only possibility.
Zhong Lingling hurriedly got out of bed.
She felt incredibly embarrassed.
It’s okay, it’s okay!
Xiang Yimo didn’t know that she had slept beside him last night!
She just needed to forget it!
Yes!
That’s it!
Zhong Lingling patted her chest, comforting herself.
She needed to freshen up, and only then would she really feel refreshed.
Just as she was about to turn towards the bathroom, there was a knock at the door.
“Madam Third Young Master, are you awake?”
It was a girl’s voice.
Eh?
Who could it be so early?
Could she have overslept?
She glanced at the clock; it was only seven in the morning.
In the depths of winter, getting up at seven was indeed quite early; the chill was pervasive.
“Who is it?” she asked, though she obediently went to open the door.
Standing outside were a young man and woman; the girl had fair skin and seemed to be under twenty, while the boy, in contrast, was dark and thin, as if he did a lot of work all year round.
The girl was rather plump and endearingly cute.
“Who are you?” Zhong Lingling didn’t recognize these two people.
It was only her second day into the Xiang Family, and during the wedding ceremony the night before, her head was covered the entire time, so she didn’t know anyone.