365-Day Trial Marriage With Hunk: Wife’s A Little Wild - Chapter 869

Chapter 869: Chapter 869: A Woman’s Intuition Chapter 869: Chapter 869: A Woman’s Intuition Just as they arrived outside the hospital building, a group of bodyguards gathered at the door.

They were the hands that had followed Qin Youxuan earlier.

Upon seeing Qin Youxuan being carried by Ye Zhanxing, they hurried forward, “Mr. Ye, please hand over the young madam to us.”

“She’s in my care now, and in the name of the Ye Family, I guarantee no harm will come to her–not a single hair on her head. Her current condition is unstable. Whether you want to take her away or not, let’s wait until Dan Hanjie comes out before discussing it.”

Ye Zhanxing swept a glance around and, still holding Qin Youxuan, crossed the bodyguards and got into the car.

Upon returning to the Ye Family residence, he immediately ordered the butler to add blankets and soft pillows to the guest room.

There was also a medicinal soup simmering in the kitchen at all times, following the Ye Family’s old recipe for nourishing those with a cold constitution.

“Mom, look at dad. We just stepped out, and it’s like everything has changed at home,” protested Ye Mingmei as she looked at the bustle in the guest room, stomping her feet in dissatisfaction.

Su Yiru’s expression was also grim. With a woman’s intuition, she knew something must have happened.

But there were some things that Ye Mingmei could not know.

“I remember you were always fussing about trying out the newly opened colorful theme hotel in America. I happen to be free today. Why wait for another day when today is just as good? How about I accompany you there?”

“But with the house like this, how can I be in the mood to go out and have fun?” Ye Mingmei pouted, staring unhappily at Ye Zhanxing who was still instructing the butler to prepare things for Qin Youxuan. Her eyes turned red.

“Mom, look at dad. Aren’t you suspicious that Qin Youxuan might be his illegitimate daughter?”

“Enough, you’re talking nonsense. Your dad will arrange things at home. Go pack your stuff; we’ll head to the hotel and wait there,” Su Yiru pushed Ye Mingmei, urging her to go upstairs to pack.

When she carried her suitcase downstairs, Su Yiru hastily had the butler take her away.

“Mom, hurry over,” Ye Mingmei called out from the car window, looking towards Su Yiru.

“I got it, I’ll be there after I finish the design drawings in my hand–half an hour tops. Tell the driver to be careful, see you in a bit,” said Su Yiru, watching the car disappear from her sight as her gaze slowly grew heavy.

Turning, she walked toward the direction of the guest room.

Ye Zhanxing sat by Qin Youxuan’s bedside, carefully wiping the cold sweat from her forehead with a warm towel.

He didn’t avoid Su Yiru when she walked in.

“Has Mingmei left?”

“Yes, I didn’t want her to overthink things, so I let her stay at the hotel for the night,” Su Yiru admitted candidly, staring at Ye Zhanxing for a while, not knowing how to broach the subject.

Ye Zhanxing was not willing to talk much about the past, especially anything concerning Jiang Yu.

Every time someone brought it up, he would fly into a rage.

Over time, this had become an unspoken agreement between them.

“Is she alright?” Su Yiru hesitated before finally asking softly.

“A cold constitution. She broke down physically from too much worry,” Ye Zhanxing handed the towel to a servant beside him, waved his hand, and signaled for everyone in the room to leave.

Only Su Yiru remained standing in the spacious room.

“I suspect Youxuan might be my daughter,” Ye Zhanxing looked towards Su Yiru, pausing after every word.

“…”

Su Yiru’s body shook, she stepped back in shock, leaning against the wall.

Her face turned ashen, and even her lips quivered slightly, “Is it confirmed?”

“Not yet, I’ll wait for her to wake up,” Ye Zhanxing turned his back, not looking at Su Yiru anymore, but staring intently at the sleeping Qin Youxuan.

The face was so much like the woman he loved. Her temperament, though, was like his–his constant dwelling on the past made him never dare to consider it.