After the heroine of the sad novel awakens, she no longer wants to be the president's wife

As soon as he entered the house, it was quiet. Yue Qiao frowned and then he suddenly remembered that Chu Xun was going to have surgery tomorrow, so he went to the hospital early today.

He turned on the light in the living room, then walked into the bedroom and saw Chu Jiao lying on the bed sleeping.

Her face was pale, but her cheeks were abnormally red, and even her breathing was heavier than usual.

Yue Qiao hurried forward to check and raised his hand to cover Chu Jiao's forehead.

She had a fever and felt dizzy and sweaty on her forehead. Her body was burning hot.

Yue Qiao quickly called the family doctor, then brought a medical kit and put a fever-reducing patch on Chu Jiao.

"No..." Just as Yue Qiao was about to get up to help her get water, Chu Jiao grabbed his hand.

She was muttering something from time to time, as if she had had a nightmare. Her palms were full of cold sweat and her red face was wrinkled into a small bun.

Although she looked too cute, there was pain in her expression.

Yue Qiao gently patted her back, wanting to wake her up but afraid of scaring her, "Jiaojiao... wake up."

Chu Jiao grabbed his hand gradually with more force, then tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and she screamed, "Ah..."

She was suddenly awakened by the nightmare, "Yue Qiao..." She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Yue Qiao's handsome face.

At this moment, she didn't care about her physical discomfort and threw herself into Yue Qiao's arms, tears falling from her eyes.

"Jiaojiao..." Yue Qiao felt her hot body temperature and slightly trembling body, and he subconsciously hugged her tightly.

He hugged her tightly, trying to give her enough sense of security, "Jiaojiao, don't be afraid, I'm here..." His cold face was no longer indifferent, but replaced by heartache and tenderness.

He raised his hand and tried to wipe her tears, but she dodged it. The next second, she hugged his waist tightly and burrowed into his arms.

"Yue Qiao...will we grow old together?"

Yue Qiao smoothed her hair and kissed away the tears from her eyes, "Jiaojiao, don't be afraid... I won't let you leave me.

We will grow old together, honey...it was all just a dream."

Chu Jiao felt dizzy and her body was sore and painful. "Yue Qiao, I dreamed that we both died. I died at the hands of the drug lord, and you also died at his hands in order to avenge me."

After saying that, she raised her head and looked at Yue Qiao. She raised her hands and held his face, "Yue Qiao, promise me that if I still can't escape the fate of death in the end, you must live well.

I don't want you to help me get revenge, I just want you to live well."

Yue Qiao's eyes were slightly red. He held her hand and kissed her again and again, "No, Jiaojiao... We won't die..."

He held her like this, and tears could be vaguely seen in the corners of his eyes. It is said that men don't shed tears easily, that's just because they haven't been heartbroken.

He didn't understand why Jiaojiao said that her fate was to die, but he believed that man could conquer nature.

"Jiaojiao...believe me, dear...you are just sick, so you have nightmares. Let's take good care of yourself and your husband will not let you die."

At this time, Chu Jiao could no longer hear what Yue Qiao was saying. She lay drowsily in his arms and closed her eyes again.

Yue Qiao put her on the bed and tucked her in. Soon the family doctor arrived and gave Chu Jiao a series of tests. "It's influenza A. You need an IV drip."

With the care of the family doctor, Chu Jiao's condition improved, but she still had recurring fevers, which would come back soon after she had subsided.

Yue Qiao stayed with Chu Jiao the whole time, not daring to leave for a moment, until the family doctor left in the middle of the night, and Chu Jiao's fever subsided again.

Chu Jiao woke up in the second half of the night. Yue Qiao fed her a few mouthfuls of soup to replenish her nutrition, and then coaxed her back to sleep.

She said her whole body ached, so Yue Qiao tried to give her a massage to help her sleep more comfortably.

It was not until noon the next day that Chu Jiao felt better, and after another IV drip she was able to eat something.

"Hubby, can you please take me to the hospital? Xiaoxun is having surgery today and needs his family to cheer him up."

Yue Qiao shook his head in disapproval, "Jiaojiao...you are still sick."

Chu Jiao stood up and sat up straight. "It's okay. I just happened to have to get an injection this afternoon, so I got it at the hospital."

Yue Qiao was relieved after hearing her say that, "Okay, let's go to the hospital, but you have to stay in the ward and recuperate."

Chu Jiao nodded in agreement, raised her hand and made repeated assurances, and then the couple left the house.

Chu Jiao fell into a deep sleep along the way, occasionally chatting with Yue Qiao.

But it's really strange. She used to be in such good health, as strong as a calf. But ever since she had an orgasm, she always felt that her resistance was getting lower and lower.

This time, the H1N1 flu hit her again without any surprise...

When the two arrived at the hospital, Chu Nancheng was already there, and Zhou Lingling came with him. He looked haggard and looked ten years older. Chu Jiao was standing outside the ward wearing a mask with a complicated expression.

Chu Xun had nothing to say to his biological father, but Chu Nancheng, with tears in his eyes, said that he must cure him.

He went to the police station yesterday and the police notified him to go there to identify the body.

Although he used Chu Yue as a puppet, he wanted to push her to the position of president to benefit himself.

But he had never thought of letting his own daughter die. The moment he saw Chu Yue's body, he felt like the sky was falling.

Her daughter died so tragically, and she was so young. She was his first child, and he still remembered the first time she called him dad!

The little baby was so soft and tender, with a cute voice, which made him experience the happiness of being a father for the first time. But now, all of this no longer exists...

He was the one who killed his eldest daughter with his own hands, and even caused her to be dismembered.

Now his only blood relative in this world is Chu Xun.

If he left too, he would have killed his two children and left himself without any descendants.

Chu Xun didn't want to watch him act anymore. He had no feelings for this father at all, only hatred now.

His family only includes his sister Chu Jiao and brother-in-law, and he doesn't care what other people think.

Zhou Lingling stood beside Chu Nancheng with a gloating look on her face, a calculation flashing across her eyes.

Chu Jiao died yesterday. If Chu Xun dies today, the second room will be hers from now on.

Chu Xun's company, assets, real estate, and other things worth hundreds of billions all belong to her alone. This is much better than being Lu Ye's lover.

Once she has money, why will she have to worry about not having a man?

The first people she would not let go would be Lu Ye and Chu Jiao. They had opened her uterus and taken away the biggest bargaining chip in her belly. Sooner or later, she would settle the account with them.

Chu Jiao knew what Zhou Lingling was thinking just by looking at her profile. Haha... She is really getting carried away now and has no taboos!

Do you think, if she is guided, would she dare to kill Chu Nancheng just for the family property?