My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 63 Who Cares If You Live or Die

Zhu Ziqing raised her hand and fiercely wiped away the tears on her face.

His expression seemed to erase all resentment and anger.

"You treat me so coldly? Fine, Tan Haoyu, I curse you to die! From today onwards, I'll pretend I don't know you!" Zhu Ziqing said harshly, tears blurring her vision.

After saying this, she turned around abruptly, ignoring Tan Haoyu's reaction behind her, and prepared to rush out the door.

Tan Haoyu's heart was originally as cold and hard as frost.

Seeing Zhu Ziqing crying so heartbrokenly, it felt as if an invisible hand had suddenly gripped his hand tightly.

A sudden, unexpected spasm shot through my heart, and an unprecedented feeling of heartache quickly spread through my soul.

In the past, Zhu Ziqing had always been a strong and somewhat stubborn woman in his eyes.

Even when faced with the biggest difficulties, they just grit their teeth and tough it out.

Never before have I seen pear blossoms in the rain like this.

Her current tearful and vulnerable appearance was a stark contrast to the image of her in his memory, which touched his heart and softened his heart.

Tan Haoyu subconsciously softened his voice and gently called out to Zhu Ziqing at the door, "Qing'er, come here."

Zhu Ziqing, however, seemed to have been provoked.

She recalled his extremely cold treatment just now, and a surge of grievances and resentment welled up in her heart.

He immediately turned his head away and said defiantly, "If you're not coming, then I'm not coming."

Tan Haoyu raised an eyebrow slightly, and his usual domineering CEO aura instantly resurfaced.

He tried to use this to make Zhu Ziqing obediently submit: "I told you to come here, did you hear me?"

But when Zhu Ziqing gets angry, she's not one to back down easily.

She stubbornly maintained her stance: "I said I won't come, so don't try to order me around!"

Seeing Zhu Ziqing's stubbornness, a hint of helplessness flashed in Tan Haoyu's eyes.

The next second, a faint, threatening smile appeared on his lips as he raised an eyebrow and said, "Fine, if you won't come over, then I will."

After saying that, he made a move to pull out the needle from his hand.

The IV tubing swayed from side to side, startling Zhu Ziqing so much that her face changed color.

"Are you crazy, Tan Haoyu?!" Zhu Ziqing exclaimed.

She completely forgot about being angry and rushed over in a few strides, grabbing his hand to stop his reckless act.

At this moment, his eyes were full of tension and concern: "Why are you moving around like that? Don't you know you're still getting an injection?"

Tan Haoyu chuckled triumphantly and said in a teasing tone, "What, are you nervous now? If I really pull out this needle, I might lose my life. Then you'll be a widow."

Despite his teasing words, his eyes revealed a hint of amusement and doting affection.

As he spoke, he gently raised his hand and tenderly stroked Zhu Ziqing's face.

He gently wiped away the remaining tear stains from the corner of her eye with his thumb, and asked in a very soft voice, "Tell me, why are you crying like this?"

Zhu Ziqing's eyes reddened, and she retorted fiercely, "Hmph, who cares if you live or die? I'm just afraid that if you die, you'll be a burden to me!"

Although she said that, her slightly trembling tone and the unconscious little gesture of moving closer to him revealed her genuine concern.

How could Tan Haoyu not see it?

His smile deepened, and he stretched out his long arm to hug Zhu Ziqing tightly.

No matter how much she struggled and twisted, he wouldn't let go.

Before long, Zhu Ziqing gradually felt at ease in this strong embrace.

"Don't move." Tan Haoyu's deep, suppressed voice sounded above her head.

The voice seemed to possess a captivating power, causing Zhu Ziqing to subconsciously obey and cease her struggles.

Seeing this, Tan Haoyu smiled with satisfaction.

He lowered his head slightly and gently placed his chin on Zhu Ziqing's head, the soft fragrance emanating from her hair filling his nostrils, and his heart felt completely at ease.

Zhu Ziqing was filled with remorse, secretly cursing herself for giving in so easily.

But her body language betrayed her, and she nestled in Tan Haoyu's arms.

Listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling his warm breath spraying on my head.

That feeling of intimacy made her feel inexplicably comfortable, and the grievances and anger in her heart slowly receded like the tide.

Just as the two were immersed in this tender moment, the door suddenly creaked open.

Aunt Liu brought in a plate of freshly cut fruit, eager to deliver it to Tan Haoyu.

But unexpectedly, they stumbled upon the two of them hugging.

She stood there, stunned for a moment.

He immediately realized what he had done, his face flushed, and he hurriedly apologized repeatedly: "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll go out right away."

With that, he hurriedly left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

This incident disrupted the ambiguous and intimate atmosphere between the two.

Fortunately, it did not affect their hard-won calm.

Tan Haoyu was the first to come to his senses and gently released Zhu Ziqing.

Then he raised his hand to tidy her slightly messy hair and asked softly, "Are you hungry? Let's get something to eat together."

Zhu Ziqing nodded slightly and softly replied, "Mm."

At that moment, the nurse walked in with a big smile on her face.

She was holding an IV bag and was about to skillfully set up the IV device for Tan Haoyu.

Tan Haoyu frowned slightly, parted his thin lips, and refused without any politeness: "I don't need your help, let her do it."

As he spoke, he gestured with his chin toward Zhu Ziqing.

Zhu Ziqing's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief: "Me?"

Tan Haoyu nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, it's you. Hold the IV bag and take the stand with you too."

Zhu Ziqing sighed helplessly and could only obediently do as she was told.

He held the IV bag high with both hands, while struggling to lift the stand with the other, looking utterly pathetic.

In contrast, Tan Haoyu sat leisurely on the hospital bed, as if none of this concerned him, and seemed quite content.

After finally getting everything settled, Zhu Ziqing was about to secretly breathe a sigh of relief when she glanced up and saw Aunt Liu looking at her with a cold expression.

His eyes held an indescribable distance, clearly indicating that he didn't welcome her.

So when Tan Haoyu patted the edge of the bed, gesturing for her to sit down...

Zhu Ziqing didn't move, just stood there with her head slightly lowered, looking somewhat awkward.

Seeing her like this, Tan Haoyu tapped the table lightly with his fingertips.

His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the ward became inexplicably stagnant.

Tan Haoyu looked up at Aunt Liu, his voice turning colder: "Aunt Liu, you can go out now."

Aunt Liu paused, her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

After hesitating for a while, he finally nodded: "Alright, young master, young mistress, I'll be right outside. You can call me if you need anything!"

"Young Madam?" Zhu Ziqing was startled.

She repeated it subconsciously, and her face instantly flushed red, like a ripe apple.

She never expected Aunt Liu to address her like that, and for a moment she was at a loss for words.

After Aunt Liu left, close the door.

Zhu Ziqing finally came to her senses and turned to look at Tan Haoyu, her eyes full of shyness.