The 99th Divorce

Chapter 1615: Dying of Fatigue

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Ye Qianqian angrily glared at him.

Just as Shen Zhilie was about to say something, she suddenly opened her mouth and replied, “No, I’m not eating it! Get lost!”

With that, she slammed the door shut. The door almost whacked Shen Zhilie on his nose.

He rubbed his nose. Apprehension still lingered in his heart. He said, “It’s fine if you don’t want to eat it, but why do you have to get so angry?”

Ahem...

Had the words he said moments before crossed the line?

“Was what I said wrong?” Shen Zhilie cleared his throat uncomfortably. With an expression of helplessness, he said to himself, “I guess it is true that losers really can’t accept the truth.”

He was being deliberate. Inside the room, Ye Qianqian grew fuming mad when she heard his sentiments. With her teeth chattering in anger, she looked at the voucher and took a deep breath.

Calm down. Calm down... Don’t make any decisions when you’re angry! Give it a few more days before you lay your cards on the table and chase him off!

Regardless of how delicious and professional Shen Zhilie’s cooking was, it wasn’t enough to appease the anger in her. Ye Qianqian patted herself on the shoulder for staying rational.

She gingerly put the tickets away, feeling pleased with herself. She searched around for her passport and picked out some clothes before heading for a shower.

After taking a shower and washing her hair, Ye Qianqian suddenly realized that her dry towel was in the laundry. It was currently drying on the balcony.

Her hair was dripping wet and extremely uncomfortable. If it wasn’t towel-dried beforehand, there was no way the hairdryer would be able to do its job.

But she was certain that he was still on the couch. If she went out right now, she was sure to see him.

Hmph! Forget it!

She could do without towel-drying her hair for a day. The sight of him was enough to annoy her.

Ye Qianqian rubbed her hair with the wet towel and turned on her computer to get to work. Her wet hair was fanned out on her shoulders. With the air-conditioning in the room turned on, it felt very comfortable.

The comfort came at a price. In the middle of the night, she suddenly felt her whole body aching in her sleep. She stretched her back and found that she was feeling feverish.

She got up to go to the bathroom. When she stepped out of bed, she suddenly felt her surroundings spin. As she clumsily made her way out, Ye Qianqian could tell that she wasn’t in a very good state.

She opened the door to her room and found a dim ray of light coming from the sitting room. The light in the sitting room wasn’t switched on. The glow was coming from the television set.

Shen Zhilie heard the door opening. He turned his head over to look. “You’re up?”

Ye Qianqian was feeling so sleepy that she didn’t bother to reply to him. When she reached the bathroom, she sat on the toilet. The cold from the toilet seat shocked her to her core. She reached out to touch her forehead and found it hot.

Ye Qianqian furrowed her browed and muttered to herself, “Please don’t tell me I’m that unlucky...”

It had been eons since she’d last fallen ill. How did she contract a fever all of a sudden?

Ye Qianqian flushed the toilet and got up to look at herself in the mirror. The woman in the mirror looked extremely old. There were obvious dark rings around her eyes, and her whole face was red. She turned on the faucet and splashed some water on her face before heading out.

Shen Zhilie was watching a soccer match. Ye Qianqian harrumphed before saying, “If you still won’t go to bed at so late an hour, you’re going to die of fatigue.”

“It’s fine. It’s the weekend tomorrow.” Shen Zhilie yawned and suddenly turned his head to look at Ye Qianqian. “Ye Qianqian,” he called out.

“What is it?” Ye Qianqian turned to look at him impatiently.