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

My back hit his warm and hard chest, his thunderous heartbeat shook me, and I was surrounded by his strong smell of male hormones and tobacco.

When I raised my eyes, my gaze ran into his deep black eyes, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in them.

He stared at me closely, as if he wanted to see through me.

"What are you doing here?"

The man's voice was hoarse and he asked again.

This sounded like some kind of test to me. I was a little panicked, and my brain was spinning rapidly, "I, my dad asked me to come!"

My tone was very firm.

I saw that the starlight in the man's eyes suddenly dimmed, returning to its usual dark and cold state, like two cold pools.

He seems very lost...

"If you want to fuck me, stay here. If you don't, get out."

He blew out a puff of cigarette smoke at me and said nasty and vulgar things.

This is all he does to me!

Unfortunately, I just thought he wanted me to come see him.

Thinking that I had just come here in a panic, I felt so angry that I reached out and scratched his face.

I covered his face with my palms and rubbed it hard, "Go to hell -" you!

Before he finished his curse words, I was frightened by the scalding temperature on his face.

"Fu Yanshen, you have a fever!"

I put my hand on his forehead and it felt hot through the bandage and gauze. It must have been 40 degrees!

Instead of lying down and resting, he was actually still puffing away smoke. He was simply seeking death.

I stood up from his arms, forcefully took off the cigarette from his fingers, and put it out in the ashtray on the table beside me.

"Go and lie down!"

I ordered at him.

He raised his sharp chin and glanced at me lightly, "You care about me? Why?"

He looked reluctant to listen to me.

"Do you think I want to take care of you? I take care of you on behalf of the directors and shareholders of Shengshi. Fu Yanshen, do you think your body is your own-"

As I was talking, he suddenly stood up.

The man's face suddenly turned dark, and he was full of anger. I was so frightened that I took a step back. He pressed forward and raised his hand to grab the back of my head.

He clasped my waist with his other hand, lowered his head, and kissed me wildly.

He gnawed and bitten, as if he wanted to swallow me.

I couldn't resist, and my body was forced to retreat. After a while, I fell backwards and fell heavily into the soft bed.

Fu Yanshen's tall body pressed against me, his chest and long legs rubbed against my body, and the hot tongue of fire stirred in my mouth. His body was hot.

I couldn't push him away at all.

He is really sick, so seriously ill, and he still wants to torment me.

As we kissed, his body twitched moment by moment, and I instantly understood that this was a convulsion caused by a high fever.

"Um...Fu Yanshen, stop making trouble! You will be burned to death!"

I finally pushed his head away from my face and said angrily to him.

He was motionless.

I pushed him away and stood up quickly.

"Fu Yanshen?"

Seeing him with his eyes closed and motionless, I shouted in panic.

He didn't reply to me, he seemed to have fainted from a fever.

I quickly got out of bed, straightened my messy suit, took out a wet tissue to wipe off the lipstick he had chewed on, and ran to find a doctor.

"Mrs. Fu."

As soon as I left the bedroom, I saw Lin Xiao coming down from the third floor.

"Lin Xiao, where is his doctor? He has fainted from the fever. Why don't you treat him?!" I accused him.

"Mrs. Fu, it's because he refused to cooperate." Lin Xiao frowned, looking like he had a headache.

"What happened to him?" I regained my composure.

"Mr. Fu suddenly went racing in the mountains early in the morning and had an accident."

"There was a hole in his forehead and he bled a lot. He secretly called the doctor to come and stitch it up. After that, he refused to apply water to relieve inflammation. He even took a bath and didn't sleep either-"

Lin Xiao looked helpless.

Fu Yanshen, racing?

How could he, a calm and self-possessed person and a career-minded workaholic, do something as dangerous as drag racing?

Aren't you afraid that something might happen and your work will be delayed?

The key is that he was injured and refused to cooperate with treatment.

"He is seeking death." I said angrily, "Hurry up and call the doctor to give him water to cool down and reduce inflammation."

The doctor was upstairs and quickly rushed to the bedroom.

Fu Yanshen was like a naughty child who refused to see a doctor. When he regained consciousness, he got angry at them and refused to touch them.

The doctors were so frightened that they dared not breathe.

"Fu Yanshen, stop moving and listen to the doctor." I sat down on the edge of the bed, held his hand, and patiently advised him.

He pulled my hand away.

"Don't move!" I grabbed it again and yelled at him.

Unexpectedly, he really didn't dare to move. He stretched out his hand obediently and let the nurse insert an injection into him and put on antipyretic and anti-inflammatory potions.

I just took a test and found that his fever reached 41 degrees. If the fever continues, his brain will be damaged.

After the doctor left, I poured him a glass of warm water.

"Fu Yanshen, drink water."

He closed his eyes and shook his head.

I struggled to lift him up and said, "Drink water!"

With a commanding tone, he actually drank, downing most of the glass of water in one gulp.

The high temperature caused his lips to peel and crack. I took a cotton ball soaked in water and wiped it for him.

In his previous life, when he had stomach problems, I would take care of him in this way. Sometimes I wouldn't close my eyes all night, taking care of him in every possible way, and feeling very sorry for him.

However, he was always very ungrateful.

Every time, I write the dosage and frequency of taking medicine on a sticky note and stick it on the back of the medicine box to make it easier for him to take medicine.

He would always sarcastically ask me, "You think I can't read?"

The way he hits me always makes me feel that I am just giving him a self-motivated tribute.

That's it.

In my previous life, I always followed him and spoiled him. Not only did he not cherish me, he also didn't think much of me and found me annoying.

Thinking about how hateful he was in his previous life and this one, I wiped away my tears, put down the water glass, threw away the cotton ball, and didn't want to care about him anymore.

Just as I was about to stand up, Fu Yanshen blocked my waist with his arm, and with a force, I lay on his chest.

"Fu Yanshen, don't move around, you'll get needles!"

"Sheng Qiaoqiao..." He called me hoarsely, "You...don't leave."

I was stunned, thinking I heard wrong.

Fu Yanshen actually told me not to leave?

He is confused and talking nonsense.

However, at this juncture, I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. I was afraid someone would definitely be watching me.

Fu Yanshen fell ill, and he was the one who had the biggest headache.

After hanging up a bottle of water, his fever subsided, but he had a fever again at night and seemed to have nightmares.

"Mother……"

On the big bed, the man shook his head from side to side, his eyebrows tightly knitted into the Chinese character "Chuan", his expression was painful, and he murmured in his mouth.

It was the first time I saw him so vulnerable and calling for his mother.

I shook him, trying to help him struggle out of his terrible nightmare.

After a while, he opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling with empty eyes, his chest still rising and falling violently.

It seems that the dream just now was very scary.

"Fu Yanshen, you just had a nightmare." I stroked his cheek and patted it gently.

His eyes gradually became focused, and he seemed to see me.

The man's face darkened, his dangerous black eyes stared at me, and he pulled hard on his arm. I lay on his chest. Before I could struggle, he suddenly turned over and pressed me under him.