Chapter 177 - How Much Failure Do You Usually Have In Your Duty As Her Husband

Zhang Feng also fawned over Han Yuanjun and put the medicine he prepared on the bedside table. "This is a new medicine developed by my pharmaceutical factory and specializes in throat treatment. The effect is much better than the one on the market."

Han Yuanjun picked up the medicine box and examined it carefully. After confirming that it passed the examination by the Drug Administration, he was relieved and left the medicine there.

Zhang Feng was immediately displeased when he saw it. "Hey, I gave it to you, but you actually checked it so carefully. Are you afraid that I will harm sister-in-law?"

Han Yuanjun raised his eyes and looked at him. "I can forgive you for hurting me. If you dare to hurt my woman, I will kill you on the spot!"

Zhang Feng: "...."

Being threatened by Han Yuanjun, Zhang Feng immediately became worried. He checked all the medicines he prepared for Liang Zixuan, including the production date, without leaving anything out.

When he was sure there was nothing wrong with them, he handed it to the nurse and asked her to give it to Liang Zixuan once she woke up.

Zhang Feng turned around and said with a lingering fear in his heart. "Third brother, your expression just now really scares me to death! Rest assured, I can guarantee you that the stuff I bring won't be a problem."

Han Yuanjun didn't say anything. He just stood on the edge of the bed and looked at Liang Zixuan.

Zhang Feng felt he had had enough and was about to pack up and leave when Han Yuanjun called him.

"Who asked you to leave? You can only leave after my woman's sickness has completely healed."

Zhang Feng was surprised. "Then I won't be able to leave today?"

Han Yuanjun frowned. "You and the nurses you brought are not allowed to leave. There are many rooms in this house, I will ask Uncle Yu to arrange them for you. You can stay here in peace and come when I ask you."

When the nurses next to Zhang Feng heard it, they all looked at Han Yuanjun in surprise.

How big was this house? They had never lived in such a big house in their lives. It would be good to stay here for a night.

Furthermore, the garden outside was very large and the view was nice. There's also a lake, and when they had nothing to do at night, they could grill meat and drink wine. It's too much fun!

Zhang Feng narrowed his eyes and moved closer to Han Yuanjun and said in a low voice, "I'm fine staying here, but Little Bai ...You have to call her yourself. If you won't, I have to kneel on the washing board when I come back tomorrow."

Han Yuanjun looked at him in disdain. "How much failure do you usually have in your duty as her husband to make your wife so worried?"

Zhang Feng's face tensed. He was actually insulted by someone who never had a girlfriend until at the age of 30!

If others heard this, wouldn't they laugh at him to death?

In order to save face, Zhang Feng deliberately coughed, trying to keep his composure. "If you don't want to do it, then so be it. My status at home is really high. I'm the boss and I don't believe that Little Bai can do anything to me!"

Han Yuanjun patted his shoulder. "Alright. If something happens, don't look for me. I won't explain it for you."

Zhang Feng panicked for a moment, hugging Han Yuanjun's arm, begging. "I'm wrong, I'm wrong! Why don't you call Little Bai for me? Just treat it like your brother pleaded you to."

With the doctor and nurses around, Liang Zixuan's fever quickly subsided, but she was still sleeping and didn't wake up.

Zhang Feng explained, "She's been sick for a week, and these few days she's been running around two cities, so her body can't bear it anymore. If it weren't for her tense nerve, she would have already crumbled. Now that she's completely relaxed, she naturally needs to rest well."

Han Yuanjun knew how professional Zhang Feng was. Since Zhang Feng said it was fine, then Liang Zixuan must be fine.

However, Han Yuanjun still refused to follow them to the lake to have a barbecue and drink with them. He sat on the edge of the bed and accompanied Liang Zixuan.

Seeing her calm sleeping face, Han Yuanjun suddenly felt very satisfied. The lingering depression in his heart was swept away.

He also hadn't been able to eat or sleep well for the past week. Although he didn't call Liang Zixuan, he knew what she did every day and how ill she was.

His heart ached when he heard that she was sick but refused to take a leave for work. He wanted to fly back from America and hug her tightly. 

He spent five days finishing half a month's work. He only slept for two hours a day to catch up to Liang Zixuan's performance. 

He had said he would personally watch Liang Zixuan grow up and witness her rise from obscurity to fame.

Thinking about this, Han Yuanjun reached into his pocket and touched the small hard box inside. Suddenly, he had an idea. He dialed the number on the intercom.

"Uncle Yu, do we have any candles at home?"

Uncle Yu recalled carefully and said, "Yes, the last time we celebrated your birthday, we prepared a lot of candles, but none of them were used up."

"Alright, Uncle Yu. Find them for me and bring them up."

Han Yuanjun hung up the phone, went to take a shower first, then changed into a very formal black suit.

Uncle Yu stood at the bedroom door, waiting for Han Yuanjun. Once he saw Han Yuanjun done, he brought the candle box to him. "Are they enough?"

Han Yuanjun looked inside the box. He estimated that there were at least hundreds of them. They were all decorative candles. They were small, colorful, and very pretty. "Enough. Just give it to me, I'll do it myself."

Uncle Yu saw Han Yuanjun carrying the box towards the wall, so he casually followed. "Young Master, what do you want to do? Tell me, let me do it."

"No need." Han Yuanjun did not look at him. He removed the candles from the box and placed them on the wall. "Go back and sleep. I'll do it myself."

Uncle Yu looked at Han Yuanjun in confusion. He couldn't figure out what Han Yuanjun was going to do. He turned and looked at Liang Zixuan, who was lying on the bed. He thought that this must be related to her, and since that was the case, then he wouldn't stand in the way.

Han Yuanjun placed the candles around the wall, then placed a large heart pillow not far from the bed. He also placed a small guitar next to the heart, then clapped his hands contentedly.

He closed the windows and door so that no wind could come in, then took out his lighter and lit the candles.

Soon, the room was lit by dim yellow candlelight. Han Yuanjun turned off the lights and smiled contentedly when he saw his masterpiece.

He turned around and walked to the bed. He shook Liang Zixuan gently. "Baby, wake up."

Liang Zixuan had slept for so long and the antipyretic effect was almost gone. She was woken up by Han Yuanjun's shaking and was in a daze. Her head was still a little heavy and her eyes were half-closed.

Han Yuanjun gently helped her sit up on the bed. He looked down at Liang Zixuan's confused face and chuckled softly. "Baby, don't sleep anymore.. I have something to tell you."