After rebirth, I inherited my ex-husband’s inheritance worth hundreds of billions

The image of Fu Yanshen taking care of Xiao Miaomiao eating at McDonald's suddenly flashed through his mind.

Just for a flash, I put my hands on the bed to get up.

The man's hand quickly pulled away.

After getting out of bed, I turned around and saw the man on the bed, lying on his side with his eyes closed, looking like he was still "sleeping".

I combed my long hair with my fingers and walked to the bathroom to wash up and change clothes.

When he came out, Fu Yanshen had already sat up.

He was leaning against the head of the bed, with a thin face and dry lips. His eyes seemed to be looking at a certain point absentmindedly, and he looked thoughtful, and there seemed to be a layer of melancholy around him.

It wasn't until I handed him the toothbrush with toothpaste on it that he came back to his senses.

"Lin Xiao has brought the food. You can go and eat it outside." Fu Yan looked up at me, with a faint smile on his lips, and said warmly.

I nodded, placed the toothbrush cup on the bedside table, and pulled out the spittoon under the bed for him to rinse his mouth with.

At this point, it was already mid-afternoon, and I was ravenously hungry.

Halfway through the meal, I brought Fu Yanshen's light hospital meal in, set up the small dining table on the hospital bed, set the food on the table, and let him eat by himself.

"I found your mobile phone." Fu Yanshen took out a sealed bag from under the pillow and handed it to me.

When I saw the phone, my eyes lit up.

There are a lot of important videos and data in my mobile phone. It would be very troublesome if I lost them.

The screen is cracked but still works fine.

When I first opened it, there were countless missed calls, the most numerous of which was a familiar number, 99+.

It was Fu Yanshen’s previous account.

There are also Luoluo, Muye, Ji Yan, Shen Hanxing...

I took my cell phone and went out to call them one by one to tell them that I was safe, even though they must have known that I was out of danger.

After making the call, I walked towards the ward and came face to face with a familiar woman with a gentle temperament. She walked closer and closer against the light, and her white face became clearer and clearer.

It's Shijin.

She wore an off-white sleeveless long dress, made of chiffon, elegant and feminine.

The woman walked closer and closer, staring at me, with the corners of her lips raised, her eyebrows and eyes the same as mine, and a smile.

She stood still in front of me.

"Miss Sheng, I just came back from out of town. Please take care of Ah Shen. Thank you for your hard work." Shi Jin smiled at me.

It sounded like she was Fu Yanshen's dearest relative, declaring ownership to me.

I raised my lips and said, "I would also like you to persuade him not to ask me to take care of him again."

The smile on Shi Jin's lips froze obviously, and in a flash, the smile on her lips became deeper, "That's because I was away, so he... I have been taking care of him personally for the past two years."

She seemed to be proud as she spoke.

Just like the feeling of competing for favor among concubines in the harem, I just found it funny, "Miss Shi, just be happy."

I'm too lazy to argue with her.

Shi Jin twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'm going to take care of Ah Shen."

I didn't say anything and turned around to make a phone call. I couldn't catch my flight today and had to change my flight.

After making the call, I went back to the ward to pick up my clothes and leave.

There was no one outside the ward, and the clothes and toiletries I changed were in the bathroom.

I walked straight to the bathroom and pushed open the ajar door.

A man in hospital clothes stood next to the toilet, and a woman in off-white put her hands intimately on his waist. The man's hand was holding the woman's wrist, her head lowered.

I immediately withdrew, closed the door gently, turned and walked towards the door of the ward.

"A Shen!"

Shi Jin's cry sounded from behind, accompanied by a loud noise.

"Jojo!"

Fu Yanshen's urgent voice came from behind. I didn't look back and quickly walked out of the ward.

"Jojo!"

A man in a blue and white striped hospital gown stumbled towards me from behind, blocking my way.

He held onto the wall to steady his body, his chest rose and fell greatly, and there were beads of sweat on his cold white forehead.

The left foot stepped weakly on the ground, and the slipper seemed to have escaped. The top of the foot was swollen very high, and the gauze on the calf was stained with blood bit by bit, getting bigger and bigger...

I glanced at him indifferently from head to toe, without any expression on my face, walked around him, and continued walking forward.

After taking two steps, Fu Yanshen reached out and grabbed my arm.

"Ah Shen, my God! Your leg is bleeding!" A woman's nervous shouting sounded in the corridor, her tone obviously filled with anxiety and worry.

Shi Jin had already reached Fu Yanshen's side. She raised her face, frowned, and looked distressed.

"Jin...Shi Jin, let me say it again, I don't need your care." Fu Yan's deep voice was cold, as if there was a clear sense of alienation.

When he spoke, his eyes were fixed on me, without looking at Shi Jin.

"Ah——"

When Shi Jin was about to speak, Fu Yan looked at her deeply and interrupted her with his cold eyes.

The woman's eyes moved to me, and I was looking at her, and she smiled coquettishly.

At this moment, did she remember what she said to me before?

"Ah Shen, I'm going back first, your legs, hurry up -" Before she could finish her words, she noticed Fu Yanshen's eyes, shut her mouth and left.

The steps looked hurried.

Her figure quickly disappeared around the corner.

I took a step forward and wanted to leave again.

Fu Yanshen's hand tightened, and I frowned and stared at him with my face raised.

"Are you...jealous?" He looked down at me and asked softly, his tone obviously testing.

The man's deep eyes were flashing with tiny glints, and he stared at me momentarily.

I snorted coldly, "Do you think I can?"

Listening to my rhetorical question, his eyes gradually darkened.

I took a step forward.

"hiss……"

But Fu Yanshen held my arm tightly, making a gasping sound from his mouth, frowning, and lowering his head.

Following his line of sight, the blood had spread to my ankles, and I frowned.

"Go back to the ward quickly." I said in a cold tone.

There was a sudden weight on my shoulders.

"You hold me up." Fu Yanshen put his arms on my shoulders and leaned on me with all his weight, he said in a deep voice.

I:"……"

I helped him back to the hospital bed and sat down. I was sweating all over and rang the bell to call the doctor.

The attending physician came quickly and said that his leg was bleeding due to exertion. He told me not to toss it any more. If this continued, not only would the recovery be delayed, but the wound might become inflamed or even ulcerate.

The nurse re-sterilized and bandaged his wound.

"My crutches are still in the bathroom. Get them for me." Fu Yanshen said softly to me as soon as the nurse left.

"What do you want to do again?" I raised my eyebrows.

This man can really do it.

"Go to the bathroom." He said calmly.

I:"……"

I got him a crutch, put it on his arms, bent his injured calf, and went into the bathroom by himself.

When he went to the bathroom before, Shi Jin wanted to help him, right?

I was hit hard.

……

I was busy with business, and I wanted to leave the ward several times, but Lin Xiao stopped me.

He has already found someone to take over my work these days, allowing me to stay at ease while Fu Yanshen recovers from his injuries.

I also noticed that Fu Yanshen's physique and immunity were obviously not as good as before. After taking care of him for three days, he would have a high fever every night.

In the past, even if he was injured by a gunshot, he could take a bath normally and recover within a few days.

He also takes an extra medicine every day. I don’t know what it is and I don’t want to ask.

It is speculated that it is related to the injury suffered two years ago.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Makino's birthday party interactive live broadcast for fans started. I set up my phone, ate melon seeds, and sent him gifts through the screen to support him.

Rockets, planes, yachts, sports cars... it goes on and on.

"Qiaoqiao, I want to wash my hair!"

The low-pitched male god drew my attention back.

I turned my head, and the man on the hospital bed frowned, "I've called you many times."

"You can't catch a cold now, and you can't wash your hair. You have to endure it for a few days." I raised my voice and continued to watch Makino play the piano and sing.

"I can't bear it. You said last night that you would wash it tonight." Fu Yanshen said again, his tone obviously dissatisfied, as if he was complaining about me.

This guy has done so many things.

However, he was clamoring to wash his hair two days ago, but it was me who kept putting it off.

I have a high fever every day and night, and I don’t know what to wash myself with.

I turned off my phone and walked closer to him.

"It stinks, don't you smell it?" When he spoke, he looked self-loathing.

I leaned close to his head and smelled it.

It doesn't stink, but it has a very strong smell, which is his masculine smell.

But it's really oily.

This guy is also a mysophobic.

I moved the bedside table and Fu Yanshen sat on the edge of the bed. The height of the bedside table plus the basin was just right for him to bend down and lower his head.

After washing it three times, he was satisfied.

It's very troublesome, and it also delays me from cheering for Makino.

When I used a towel to wipe his hair, I used simple and rough movements, pulling hard, which was rougher than petting a dog.

"Blow dry yourself, I'm going to be busy."

I took out the hair dryer from the bathroom and threw it on the bed.

Fu Yan looked at me with deep resentment in his eyes.

What does he complain about? It's not the hands that are injured.

I ignored him.

There was no sound of the hair dryer in the ward for a long time. I raised my eyebrows and heard the constant "sneeze" sound.

This dog man is really capable.

If you refuse to dry your hair, you will catch a cold.

I went over, turned on the hot air of the hair dryer, set it to the strongest setting, and kept blowing it on his head, while I randomly plucked his hair with one hand.

He didn't even get upset and let me play around with him.

When the bangs on his forehead were blown, I pressed his hanging forehead up.

Inadvertently, I saw a smile on his face and eyes, his scorching eyes locked on mine, and his Adam's apple rolling.

He looked very touched.

I am slightly taken aback.

The ringtone of my cell phone brought me back to reality. I turned off the hair dryer and immediately went to get my cell phone.

"Xiaoye, what's wrong?"

The call was from Makino.

"Sister Qiao, everyone wants to invite you to appear in the live broadcast room. Can you come?"

Listening to Makino's voice, I opened the live broadcast room on my tablet.

Makino was calling me in front of his hundreds of thousands of online fans.

"Okay, I'll rush over right away." I answered without thinking.

"I'll ask the driver to pick you up. We'll see you in twenty minutes."

In the live broadcast room, Makino was smiling.

On the barrage, Makino's fans were all saying "Wow, Sister Qiao loves Xiaoye so much".

After hanging up the phone, I simply packed my bag and walked towards the door of the ward.

"Where are you going?"

Fu Yanshen's voice called me.

"I'm rushing to attend Makino's birthday party. You go to bed early and I'll come back tomorrow." I turned to look at him with a cold tone.