4 Chapter 4: Don't Bully the Comatose Patient_1

Su Xiaoli bit her lip, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.

She looked at him stubbornly and earnestly,

"Qin Yihan is not a waste."

"He simply had an accident and fell ill."

The man wearing the silver mask had his gaze sink slightly.

After a long moment, he looked steadily at Su Xiaoli's face, "Then are you willing to stay with him like that?"

The girl nodded, "Of course. I married him to be with him forever."

"If he can get better, I'll help him slowly return to his former self."

"If he can't recover, I'll take care of him for the rest of his life."

The air in the office grew silent for a long time.

Qin Yihan's unfathomably deep eyes stared steadily at Su Xiaoli, sizing up her face.

The young girl looked to be only about fourteen or fifteen but was willing to make such a vow to a vegetative man.

You see, since his car accident and the public declaration of his vegetative state...

No one in the Qin Family cared about him, except for Qin Zimo who was far abroad.

In front of the media, everyone expressed their pain and hope for his speedy recovery, but behind closed doors, they couldn't even be bothered to visit him in the hospital.

Even his fiancée, whom he had been betrothed to since childhood, fled on a chartered plane overnight and never dared to show her face again.

For a Qin Yihan turned vegetative, everyone wanted to keep their distance, as if he were some kind of plague.

Only this little girl in front of him...

Not only was she willing to marry him, but she also stole a kiss from him on their wedding night and even expressed her willingness to take care of him for life in front of his arch-enemy.

Even if her words were motivated by money, they indeed brought him a ray of light and warmth in the darkness.

After a while, the man's lips faintly curved, not wishing to trouble her further, "I can sign the contract, but there's a condition."

Su Xiaoli's heart skipped a beat.

She was somewhat excited yet a bit fearful, "What condition?"

"You'll know tomorrow."

The man rubbed his brow lightly with indifference, his long fingers dragging over the folder on the desk, he glanced at it briefly, and signed.

In the moment he lowered his head, Su Xiaoli clearly saw a large kiss mark behind the man's ear.

She bit her lip, contempt stirring within her.

Why would a single man have a kiss mark in such an intimate place?

Chances are, just like the rumors, he was a man of loose morals...

As Qin Yihan raised his head after signing the contract, what met his gaze was a little woman staring contemptuously in the direction of his ear...

The man's eyebrows knitted slightly with indifference, glancing at the mirror-like reflective office desk.

The spot behind his ear still bore the "stamp" a woman had given him last night.

Qin Yihan's eyes darkened as he pushed the documents toward Su Xiaoli, "Is it nice to look at?"

It was then that Su Xiaoli came back to her senses.

She coughed awkwardly, "It's... quite nice."

The man's lips curled coldly, "A cat I keep did it."

After speaking, he raised his eyes and scanned Su Xiaoli's face gently, "Would you do such a thing to Qin Yihan?"

Su Xiaoli's hand holding the folder paused slightly.

She felt that given her relationship with Qin Zimo, they shouldn't be discussing such an intimate topic.

So she coughed softly and tried to end the topic with the briefest of words, "I wouldn't."

"Is that so?"

The man's eyebrows lifted slightly.

He stood up and approached her step by step, his deep, magnetic voice carrying a seductive tone, "But that's not what the hospital caregivers say."

His crisp masculine scent grew closer and closer, and instinctively, Su Xiaoli stepped back, with the images of her "stamping" Qin Yihan last night flashing through her mind.

Clutching the folder tightly to her chest, she stepped back towards the direction of the door, "I... last night..."

She had only felt last night that without doing something, the wedding night lacked a sense of ceremony!

The man cornered her against the wall.

Finally, her back slammed harshly against the cold, hard wall.

Qin Yihan propped a hand beside her, trapping her between himself and the wall, "Little sister-in-law."

He lifted a finger and gently tilted up her chin, his gaze and voice as suggestive as ever, "The next time you have such thoughts, feel free to come to me."

"I'm always at your service. Don't take advantage of a vegetable, okay?"

The close proximity of his jawline and those suggestive eyes made Su Xiaoli's heart drum rapidly.

This Qin Zimo was indeed no good!

She bit her lip, and with strength from who knows where, she pushed him away, "I'm your sister-in-law, show some respect!"

"Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

The man elegantly crossed his arms and watched her, "You want your 'useless' husband to come trouble me?"

Su Xiaoli's hands clenched into fists at her sides.

After a moment, she abruptly picked up a vase and threw it at him—

"Don't you dare call my husband 'useless'!"

"And don't you dare disrespect me!"

"Otherwise, I curse you to never find a good wife in this lifetime!"

Having said that, the girl didn't wait to see if the vase had hit him and just opened the door and ran away in a panic.

The vase smashed on the floor, making a tremendous noise.

His assistant Bai Cheng rushed in, "Second Young Master, are you alright?"

The man's gaze still followed the direction the little woman had left in; he elegantly brushed the dust off his sleeves, a smile playing on his lips.

He heard Su Xiaoli's defiant voice in his ears:

"Otherwise, I curse you to never find a good wife in this lifetime!"

He chuckled softly.

That curse was likely ineffective.

He had already found her.

...

Leaving the Qin Corporation Building, Su Xiaoli took a deep breath, calmed her emotions, and then took a taxi to the Su Group.

Su Zhenye didn't make things difficult for her.

No sooner had Su Xiaoli delivered the contract than Su Zhenye transferred the three-hundred-thousand surgery fee into Su Xiaoli's account.

The young woman joyfully took her bank card to the hospital.

To pay for the admission fee, surgery fee, and to do all sorts of preparatory work.

She spent the whole day in the hospital, helping Nanshu with various things.

In the evening, her uncle Cheng Yao stopped her, "Have some food with us at the hospital, your aunt made the dishes you love."

"You're alone if you go home anyway, and Qin Yihan, the 'vegetable,' doesn't need to eat."

She declined with a smile, "Indeed, he doesn't need to eat, but the doctors said he can still feel."

After nine at night, Su Xiaoli carried groceries back to the villa.

Aunt Feng had already prepared dinner, "Madam, you don't have to cook, I'm here."

Su Xiaoli smiled and put on an apron, busying herself in the kitchen, "I want to do something for him with my own hands."

"His health is poor, and I'm no professional, I can't do much for him, I can only try this clumsy method."

As she spoke, she wiped the light sweat from her forehead, "Aunt Feng, from now on, let me take care of the cooking at home."

"I don't have many skills, but I can at least make delicious food."

Aunt Feng paused for a moment, then reluctantly agreed.

... Looks like Madam is making chicken soup again.

You know, after Madam made chicken soup last night, the master secretly had her stew several pots of chicken soup tonight.

Every time, he said the taste wasn't right...

Half an hour later, the woman again carried a savory chicken soup into the master bedroom.

Qin Yihan, lying on the bed, slightly furrowed his brows.

... Didn't he tell Aunt Feng to stop her?

"Husband."

The young woman looked at his face with a smile, her eyes sparkling, "It's chicken soup again today."

"Even though I haven't formally married this rooster, I think the taste won't be bad!"

"You have to fight hard, try to wake up soon and taste the chicken soup I've stewed."

"Hopefully my original culinary therapy will work for you!"

Qin Yihan's brows furrowed slightly.

He had already had Aunt Feng's chicken soup in the evening, but...

The scent that filled the room made him hungry again.

This was not treatment; this was torture.

"By the way."

Halfway through eating, Su Xiaoli slowly began to chatter:

"I saw your brother Qin Zimo today."

"He looks fierce and scary, not half as handsome as you, husband!"

Qin Yihan: "..."