Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2583: Chapter 387:

Ye Zhan’s tone was not gentle.

Their father-son relationship had been distant for too long. If it weren’t for Ye Zhangming’s sudden illness, Ye Zhan wouldn’t even be talking to him like this now.

Although his tone was harsh now, the concern was undeniable.

The smile on Ye Zhangming’s face became a bit more natural.

He placed the newspaper on the inside of the bed and gestured to the chair next to Ye Zhan, "Then don’t just stand there, sit down and talk."

No matter what Ye Zhan wanted to say to him, Ye Zhangming was very pleased to see him.

Especially after just reading that article, Ye Zhan appeared in the ward, and he felt an indescribable excitement.

He just didn’t dare to show it, fearing Ye Zhan would get angry.

Ye Zhan glanced at the chair beside him, his attractive brows furrowed.

Since his mother left, he and Ye Zhangming hadn’t sat down and spoken calmly.

He stared at the chair, and Ye Zhangming looked at him.

In the ward, it was silent and soundless for a moment.

The atmosphere was a bit strange.

Ye Zhan stared at the chair for a while before bending down, reaching out to pull it over, and sitting down.

When he looked at Ye Zhangming on the bed again, his expression was somewhat cold and hard.

With a smile on his face, Ye Zhangming saw him willing to sit down, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, "Ah Zhan, have you eaten?"

At this time, he should have eaten.

He thought again after speaking.

"I’ve eaten."

Ye Zhan answered softly.

His gaze calmly looked at Ye Zhangming and said calmly, "This afternoon, I asked my uncle again. He said your illness doesn’t require surgery, that feeling good is the most important thing, surgery is too damaging to the body..."

Ye Zhangming listened quietly, never interrupting Ye Zhan.

Not until Ye Zhan finished speaking did he slightly smile, showing no hint of the fear a patient should have. Instead, he comforted Ye Zhan, saying, "Ah Zhan, I actually never thought of having surgery, just taking some medicine and exercising more is fine. Now Director Gu also says no surgery is needed, which proves I’m fine. Don’t let me distract you from Momo, go back to G City tomorrow and do what you need to do."

"You don’t want me to stay a few more days?"

When Ye Zhan asked this, the lines of his facial features were tense.

Ye Zhangming shook his head, as if he had become a different person since he started staying in the hospital.

"No, your responsibility now is to take good care of Momo."

As he spoke to this point, Ye Zhangming, as if thinking of something, had a hint of regret in his eyes and tone, "Ah Zhan, I didn’t treat you... and your mother well in the past... you must remember to be good to Momo."

Mentioning his mother, Ye Zhan’s expression changed.

The emotions that surged in his heart were forcibly suppressed, his thin lips forming a cold, proud line, "I’m not like you."

In the end, he couldn’t help but sting him.

However, seeing Ye Zhangming’s slightly changed expression and his eyes filled with guilt and regret, Ye Zhan’s heart suddenly tightened inexplicably.

He remembered that he was a patient.

He couldn’t be stimulated.

He remembered what Gu Kai said, that a relative’s care and warmth, and encouragement, are the best medicine for battling illness and recovering.

"I’m here to tell you that Momo and I will return to the Imperial City tomorrow. She’s been drinking traditional medicine, and these two days here have interrupted it, which is bad for her body."

"Then take Momo back tomorrow, don’t linger here."

Upon hearing that Momo’s medicine had been interrupted for the past two days, which would hinder recovery, Ye Zhangming immediately sat up, urging with a worried look.

Thinking about the suffering Momo was going through, which he caused, the worry on Ye Zhangming’s face turned into guilt.

If it were usual, Ye Zhan would surely retort with sarcasm.

But now, Ye Zhan only pressed his lips together, his expression cold, "I’ll come back to see you when I have time, take care of yourself and don’t worry about other things."

He referred to what he was proud of as his responsibility.

That night, Ye Zhan stayed in the ward for a full hour.

The words exchanged with Ye Zhangming that night were more than all the words they had spoken in years.

Although the atmosphere wasn’t very harmonious.

But compared to before, it was more than Ye Zhangming dared to imagine.

Closing the ward door, Ye Zhan stood in the hallway outside for a while before turning back to glance at the door behind him.

Then he lifted his steps and left.

As he got into the car, he lit a cigarette, took a couple of puffs, and then extinguished it irritably, throwing it away.

Checking the time, it was already midnight.

Ye Zhan didn’t go home, but drove all the way out of town, to see his mother.

——

Momo woke up, not seeing Ye Zhan beside her.

In the softly lit room, she blinked slowly, her consciousness sluggish, and after a few seconds, she lifted the blanket and got out of bed.

After a trip to the bathroom, she pushed open the study door next door, finding it empty as well.

Momo picked up her phone, sat back on the bed, propped a pillow behind her back, and sent Ye Zhan a message.

"Where are you?"

A few seconds after sending the message, Ye Zhan’s call came through.

"Momo."

The deep, warm masculine voice reached her ears in the stillness of the early morning, and Momo’s heart settled down. A slight smile appeared at the corner of her lips as she softly asked, "Ye Zhan, where are you?"

"I’m outside, I’ll be back soon."

"Outside?"

The phone on the other side was just as quiet as her side.

Momo furrowed her brows lightly again, realizing it was so late, and he was outside.

In her ear, Ye Zhan’s laughter came, a shallow chuckle, reassuring her so she wouldn’t worry, "You sleep first, I’m coming back now."

"Okay."

Momo wanted to say "I’ll wait for you," but changed her words at the last moment.

Afraid that saying it might make Ye Zhan anxious to come back.

Since he went out so late, he probably wasn’t nearby, and might not have the driver with him either.

If he drove fast, it wouldn’t be safe.

Before hanging up, she added, "Don’t drive too fast, be careful."

Momo didn’t sleep.

She kept waiting for Ye Zhan.

Actually, without her saying it, Ye Zhan knew she’d be waiting for him.

He drove at a quick pace, but remained focused, ensuring complete safety.

Hearing the car returning, Momo immediately got out of bed and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulling the curtains aside to look out.

From her angle, she could see Ye Zhan’s car pulling into the villa.

She let the curtain fall back and stood there waiting for him.

About twenty minutes later, familiar footsteps echoed in the stairwell.

Momo quickly walked to the door and opened it, a rush of cool air coming in, Ye Zhan’s eyes landing on her bare feet, his handsome brows furrowing, "Why aren’t you wearing shoes?"

Speaking, he bent down to pick her up and walked a few steps to the bed, placing her down.

"Weren’t you supposed to sleep first? Why were you waiting up for me?"

"I couldn’t sleep."

Momo looked up at him with glistening eyes, he was wearing a thin knit and casual pants.

She held his hand, feeling the warmth in his fingers, buried her face in his chest, and suddenly understood why he stayed downstairs so long before coming up.