Fated to My Billionaire Husband

The glass door curtains were drawn apart, exposing the wide door as sunshine streamed in. Rays of bright light poured into the room, enveloping her with a warm and comforting feeling.

Jian Yufei outstretched her hand. In the sunlight, her slender palm appeared translucent.

She curled and tightened her fingers, the warmth of the sunlight palpable in her hand – as if she had captured the sun itself.

She squinted her eyes, a small smile gracing her face.

Capturing the sunlight was as simple as that, all it took was reaching out and accepting its warmth.

Therefore, Jian Yufei, no matter what happens, you must persist. You must live on…

Ruan Tianling was dining downstairs when he saw Jian Yufei descend the stairs, dressed neatly.

She was in a black turtleneck sweater and black pencil pants, her long hair pulled back. Her clean, handsome face had a white down jacket slung over her arm and fluffy white slippers on her feet.

She walked slowly, her small face devoid of sorrow. She was serene, as if nothing had transpired.

Upon meeting his gaze, her eyes were calm and composed.

Ruan Tianling had a strange feeling, as if overnight, she seemed more mature, and also more captivating.

He watched her intently until she sat down across him at the dining table and asked, “Are you going to the hospital later?”

“Mhm,” Ruan Tianling gave a concise nod.

“Let’s go together. I want to visit grandfather.”

Ruan Tianling initially thought she wouldn’t get out of bed today, that she would lay there heartbroken, nursing her wounds. But instead, she had risen early, tidied herself up, and planned on visiting the hospital.

Even in her grief, she hadn’t forgotten to inquire about her grandfather’s condition. This moved him.

“Have breakfast first, then we can leave.”

“You go ahead, I’m not hungry.”

She hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday. She had to eat something.

Ruan Tianling ignored her protest, ordering the servants to serve her a lavish breakfast while addressing her, “Now that you are showing signs of recovery, take good care of your health.”

Jian Yufei had lost all appetite, yet he was right – she had to take care of her health and prevent any deterioration.

If she fell ill, apart from cold hospitals, she wouldn’t receive much care.

If it had been the old Jian Yufei, she would have deteriorated and welcomed death. But having lived once more, she knew what death meant: the end of everything.

She once heard a saying.

We should be happy while living, for we are to die for a very long time…

When she first heard this, a faint wave of sorrow welled up in her heart.

Yes, people often say that life is too long. But who really knows, it’s death that is truly eternal.

She hadn’t experienced a happy life yet. How could she simply give up and face death?

Jian Yufei gripped her spoon. Even though the food didn’t appeal to her, she forced down a bowl of porridge.

“Eat the egg as well,” Ruan Tianling admonished, watching her intently as she was about to put down her spoon.

The slightly crispy, soft-center fried egg smelled delicious. But she just couldn’t eat anymore.

“Let’s go, to the hospital.”

“Eat first, then we can go.” His deep voice echoed, Jian Yufei shrugged, stating, “Eggs shouldn’t be consumed after catching a cold.”

Ruan Tianling’s expression became stiff for a moment.