Chapter 512: Illness, Deep Love Between Husband and Wife

o…" Liu Yiyin looked at the ruffian in front of her, a chill running down her spine, trembling with fear.She writhed her body, but only made the other person's movements more frantic. They left a seri..."You, you go quickly, I don't want to see you." The low voice was choked with sobs, like a plea.

Seeing Zhu Xiaowei lower her head and turn to walk into the room, then shut the door.

Pei Haoran stood still, his right hand tightly clutching a house key. He looked at her with an ordinary expression, quietly until the moment the door closed. Only then did a touch of gloom appear in his eyes.

In this elegant villa spanning over 200 square meters, it is incredibly quiet. You can clearly hear the ticking of the clock: tick-tock, tick-tock.

Pei Haoran had always been intelligent and capable, but he had never felt so lost. He stood stiffly, letting time slip by him, his heart heavy with fatigue. He didn't want to think about anything.

He doesn't want to leave.

A wry smile touched his face, and he lowered his head to glance at the key in his hand.

Pei Haoran intentionally slowed his pace and walked to the counter in front of the house door before gently placing the key down.

His gentle and handsome figure walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him...

The woman in bed tossed and turned restlessly, unable to settle. She frowned deeply, her brow creased as if she had just woken from a nightmare, looking visibly uncomfortable.

Zhu Xiaowei was in low spirits, perhaps because of her bad mood, she slept poorly.

After a while, it was obvious that a blush slowly crept across her cheeks, and fine strands of black hair at her forehead were damp with perspiration. Even her breathing started to become slightly rapid.

A cold hand covered her forehead, trying to feel her temperature.

I have a fever.

"How…how are you still here"

Zhu Xiaowei slept soundly, her whole head muddled. She opened her eyes to see a familiar and gentle face above her. At first she hesitated, then seemed to shy away slightly.

Pei Haoran originally wanted to leave directly, but he finally couldn't bear it.

Pei Haoran didn't answer, instead he grew serious and immediately turned to frantically rummage through the closet. His voice was a bit frantic, "...Put on your clothes, I'm taking you to the hospital now."

Zhu Xiao Wei's head felt heavy, and she instinctively resisted, reaching out to push him away. But her whole body ached with fever, leaving her weak and powerless.

“What hospital… I don’t know, I don’t want to go…”

"Zhu Xiaowei, listen to me."

Pei Haoran's voice was rather forceful. He bent down and directly lifted the bedsheet from her, putting a woman's coat over her body. He wanted to pull her up, but Zhu Xiaowei acted like a child, lying on the bed refusing to get up.

"Why do I have to listen Why do I always have to listen..." She mumbled, her thoughts a jumble as if she were demanding in protest.

"...Don't think I'm easy to bully, I get angry too."

She lay flat on her bed, clutching a pillow tightly in her arms, muttering angrily.

It's rare to see her acting so capriciously. She only dares to be this willful when Zhu Xiaowei is sick and unconscious.

Pei Haoran looked at her like this, both angry and amused. He approached her and could intuitively feel that Xiao Zhu's whole body was radiating heat.

Pei Haoran's heart was pounding with anxiety. He didn't have time to dwell on it, so he bent down and scooped the person up from the bed.

The woman held in his arms was burning up with heat, but she still struggled, her hands waving wildly. Her nails even scratched at the clean skin of his neck.

Perhaps because her resistance proved futile and she was too weak to struggle any further, she wriggled a few times then gave up. She began to drift back into a deep sleep.

Pei Haoran carefully carried her into the co-pilot's seat and fastened her seat belt.

Whispering softly in her ear, "…We'll be at the hospital soon."

Zhu Xiaowei closed her eyes, her face flushed with fever, but her lips were dry and pale. Seeing her so weak and ill, Pei Haoran took a deep breath, steadied his emotions, then slammed on the gas pedal. He drove steadily but quickly towards the hospital.

This short journey made him feel very nervous, and he kept turning his head to look at the woman beside him.

"... Idiot Zhu Xiaowei."

At the hospital, Pei Haoran found a friend to open a room for her. He was visibly anxious, holding the woman in his arms whose whole body was burning with fever. He spoke somewhat frantically to the doctor, "She's pregnant..."

The doctor, hearing this, became more nervous. "A pregnant woman," he said, "then I'll have to order a few more tests for her. How many weeks along is she"

Pei Haoran was speechless when asked.

He doesn't know.

He didn't care about her pregnancy at all.

The doctor friend saw that his expression was a little strange, so he didn't ask any further and directly arranged for him to be hospitalized. He patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry too much, your sister-in-law is fine. Even in early pregnancy, the baby's vitality is very strong and there won't be any aftereffects or anything like that. Don't overthink it."

Pei Haoran nodded to him, "Thanks."

He stayed by her bedside, watching Zhu Xiaowei's closed eyes. Her expression was very weak. In fact, her physique had never been as good as Qiao Baier's, so whenever she got sick even slightly, she looked limp and listless, with no energy at all.

"Zhu Xiaowei…" He murmured her name.

Pei Haoran's gaze was focused, gently looking at her pale and weak face. He suddenly realized that he wasn't a good husband... let alone a good father.

"Zhu Xiaowei, you marrying me... You didn't elevate yourself by marrying me, I was just too selfish..." Pei Haoran lowered his head, mumbling to himself in a low voice. His eyes were deep and dark, lost in those melancholy memories.

“You are a good woman. You can make people around you feel comfortable and at ease, you are considerate of others, and willing to compromise. Even someone like me, a jerk, who keeps bullying you…”

"It was I who killed my elder brother, but I have never dared to tell my parents the truth."

His voice was gentle, soft and low, carrying the weight of too many unexpressed emotions. He had never confessed these feelings to anyone before. "I am a coward," he whispered. He sat on the edge of the bed, his head bowed, lost in thought as time silently drifted by.

And on the pure white sickbed, Zhu Xiaowei slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was clear and bright, she had been awake for some time, quietly looking at the bedside. He lowered his head, his black short hair falling down, his handsome face, his expression forlorn.

I had never seen Pei Haoran so downcast before.

Compared to usual, Pei Haoran always looks calm and confident, and he likes to play pranks on her, teasing and bullying her... Perhaps this is the real him.

Suddenly, there was a feeling that he had put all his effort into disguising himself. Even facing his closest family, he wore a smile as a mask, struggling to maintain those false harmonies, sacrificing himself for the happiness of others.

At this moment, a nurse just happened to knock on the door and walk in. Zhu Xiaowei's heart skipped a beat and she quickly shut her eyes.

"Mr. Pei, don't worry too much, your wife has a fever break now, and your baby is very healthy." The nurse said with a smile, then handed him some test sheets.

Pei Haoran took it without much expression, then nodded to the nurse.

The ward was quiet again. Pei Haoran sat in a chair by the bed, leaning sideways, intently looking at a series of test reports in his hand.lso has something happen to her, then she really would be hard to excuse.At 9:00 am, the operating room door finally opened and several doctors walked out.The doctor's first words were, "…the surgery...