My Little Sweet Wife Chapter 138 - Trust

Chapter 138 - Trust

"The fever has not subsided. Lie down." There was no hint of joy or anger in his tone. It was very faint, and no one could tell whether Xian Zihao was coaxing or ordering her. His gaze was flat.

Jiang Ruolan hugged the quilt and took a deep breath. She then looked at his face. In the end, she couldn't take it anymore, and no matter how sore her throat was, she still tried her best to speak in a voice that Xian Zihao could hear clearly. "Xian Zihao! I want my clothes! Give me clothes!"

Jiang Ruolan then looked around anxiously, thinking that the dress she wore last night might be in the laundry basket. Previously, she had taken off all her clothes when she moved out of Greenville Residence. Other than the dress she wore last night, she had nothing more to wear.

Seeing that Xian Zihao didn't seem to want to let her go, Jiang Ruolan held back her anger.

When her feet touched the floor, she discovered that her entire body was as weak as a ball of cotton, and her legs were very weak.

Jiang Ruolan hurriedly leaned back, and her body sat heavily on the bed. With a face full of remorse. she pressed down on the edge of the bed, gritted her teeth, and stood up once more.

She took two steps forward and felt a splitting headache. The moment Xian Zihao came over to catch her, Jiang Ruolan felt utterly humiliated! She struggled violently, but he easily held her down.

Xian Zihao carried Jiang Ruolan back to the bed and covered her with the blanket before pressing down her hands and feet. "Stop moving."

"I want clothes!"

"I'll get you some clothes." Out of the corner of her eye, Jiang Ruolan saw a bottle of medical alcohol on the table beside the bed.

Thinking that Xian Zihao must have used alcohol to cool down her body temperature last night, her heart moved slightly.

Xian Zihao's tenderness and meticulous care immediately tore her heart apart. Jiang Ruolan frowned as she looked around the room.

It was better for her to leave, and just as she was about to get off the bed again, Xian Zihao brought a white s.h.i.+rt and put it on the bedside. "I've already sent someone to delivered your dress to the dry cleaner."

Jiang Ruolan's face stiffened. Judging from the outfit's size, she could tell that this was something Xian Zihao was wearing at home. It was obviously a new one, but how could she get out of the house by just wearing clothes like this?

Seeing the hesitation in her eyes, Xian Zihao didn't say anything else. He turned around and walked out of the bedroom. At the same time, he said, "This afternoon, your luggage will arrive here. The rent has already been refunded. You don't need to think about returning to that house again."

"Refunds?" Jiang Ruolan's expression changed, "I paid the rent for half a year!"

Moreover, according to the lease agreement, if Party B terminates the lease agreement, the money already paid will not be refunded at all. If Party A were to terminate the lease agreement, then the money paid will be twice the amount.

This was a very standard clause in the lease agreement and was a security form for both parties.

"Half a year's rent, do you think that's a big price for me to pay?" Xian Zihao stood by the bedroom door and looked at her. "Ruolan, you haven't even given me the most basic of trust."

Her breathing faltered.

It seemed that Xian Zihao really did know the reason for she left without saying anything. Jiang Ruolan tightened her grip on the quilt. If she really hadn't given him trust, she wouldn't have waited outside that hotel like a fool for three and a half hours and become so sick!

But what did Xian Zihao mean by that? What was he trying to explain?

Jiang Ruolan lifted her head to look at him and saw that Xian Zihao's thin lips were pursed slightly. His usually dull expression was filled with helplessness, but he said calmly, "Nothing happened between s.h.i.+ Zheng and me. I went to meet with her father at the hotel. I drank a few gla.s.ses of wine in Old Man s.h.i.+'s room that night and chatted for a long time."

The coldness on Jiang Ruolan's face instantly disappeared as she looked at him sleepily.

Old Man s.h.i.+?

s.h.i.+ Zheng had said at that time that her father had also come to G City, so Xian Zihao wasn't going to accompany s.h.i.+ Zheng for a meal, but to visit Old Man s.h.i.+ at the hotel with her?

Did she misunderstand?

But that night, s.h.i.+ Zheng was wearing s.e.xy and revealing clothes, and she was holding his arm. How could Jiang Ruolan not be prejudiced against him?

Could it be … Xian Zihao had been indifferent to s.h.i.+ Zheng all along? The three calls he made were to find her, to explain himself to her, but instead...

Jiang Ruolan held her forehead. Had she gotten into this situation due to her momentary misunderstandings and her deliberate fear of avoiding reality? She sat on the bed and felt that her head had instantly turned into a pig's head.

She was such a hedgehog. She was really an unreasonable hedgehog. Had her guard already destroyed her rationality?

Jiang Ruolan quickly got out of bed and took Xian Zihao's white s.h.i.+rt. His s.h.i.+rt was originally loose and longer than the woman's, but still enough to cover her b.u.t.tocks.

She grabbed the water gla.s.s on the bedside table and drank all the remaining water in the gla.s.s in one gulp, then rubbed her forehead and tried to clear her head as much as possible before standing up and dragging her cotton-like legs with her as she walked to the bedroom door.

The distance between the bed and the door of the bedroom was only a few steps, but it had already reached the limit of her temporary physical strength. While leaning against the door, Jiang Ruolan gasped and raised her head to look outside.

After resting for a few seconds, she walked towards the kitchen and walked to the sofa. Only then did she see Xian Zihao standing next to the cupboard with a frying pan in one hand and the stove in the other.

Jiang Ruolan didn't expect that someone like Xian Zihao, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, could cook. She leaned weakly against the sofa as she stared at the elegant and calm figure in the kitchen.

Therefore, Jiang Ruolan insisted on going to the kitchen door, leaned her weak body against the wall, and watched his movements. She was looking at Xian Zihao in a daze.

Xian Zihao turned off the stove and looked at her. As his eyes met with hers, he saw that Jiang Ruolan's clear eyes were filled with guilt and apology.

"I'm sorry …" Jiang Ruolan gripped the gla.s.s door frame embarra.s.sedly. The guilt in her eyes grew even stronger.

"That's your hedgehog nature, isn't it?" Xian Zihao smiled lightly and walked out carrying two plates full of food, placing them on the dining table.

When he glanced back and saw that Jiang Ruolan was leaning against the kitchen door, he walked over and stopped beside her. Xian Zihao lowered his eyes and looked at the guilt in Jiang Ruolan's eyes, then sighed. "You woman, you are easily quick to prejudice."