The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy Chapter 1703 - Marry Me, Please? (Part Thirty-three)

Chapter 1703: Marry Me, Please? (Part Thirty-three)

Qian Yikun pretended not to see it.
Mo Fei gritted her teeth but could not throw a tantrum at Qian Yikun’s mother.
Fortunately, the Qian family’s designated doctor had arrived. He first measured Mo Fei’s body temperature. Eventually, she needed to be put on a drip. Otherwise, it might worsen into pneumonia.
Mo Fei refused to get an IV drip. She felt like her body had become a lot more fragile recently. Ever since she was almost beaten to death by Ye Cong, her body had not recovered.
“Qian Yikun, I don’t do injections.” Mo Fei growled in a voice that was not threatening at all.
“It’s impossible not to get an injection when you’re sick,” Qian Yikun’s mother interjected, not allowing Mo Fei to refuse. “You’re still young, so it’s best to eradicate the illness completely. An injection won’t hurt, be a good girl—”
Mo Fei, “…”
Did both the mother and son speak the same way?
Qian Yikun’s mother treated Mo Fei well for two reasons—firstly, she felt that this young lady was younger than her son. Secondly, it was because her son had finally brought a woman home. She must take good care of her daughter-in-law.
However, although Mo Fei could go up against Qian Yikun easily, she could not do that to Qian Yikun’s mother. Moreover, the more his mother treated her well, the emptier the feeling in her heart was. The conflict was indescribably suffocating.
The doctor set up a drip for Mo Fei. There was a sharp pain on the back of her hand. Mo Fei’s hand shook involuntarily.
Even breaking her ribs did not hurt this much.
Qian Yikun grabbed her other hand and looked at where the doctor had placed the needle. “Slow down.”
The doctor inserted the needle and secured it with medical tape. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Young Master Qian. I’m experienced in this, at least.”
Qian Yikun was a little embarrassed. What was he worried about?
The doctor gave some instructions before packing up his things and left.
Qian Yikun’s mother asked worriedly, “Should we postpone the wedding?”
Wedding?
Mo Fei was suddenly swarmed by a headache.
“No, but we have to take good care of her for the next few days. Young Mistress probably has more than just a fever. Young Master Qian, please take good care of her.” The doctor left with his medical kit.
“I’ll get someone to prepare some porridge.” Qian Yikun’s mother could tell that the two had something to discuss, so she came up with an excuse to leave.
After Qian Yikun’s mother left, Qian Yikun went to close the door. When he turned around, he saw Mo Fei who was about to remove the needle. Qian Yikun frowned and grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t need you to treat me so well,” Mo Fei growled.
She did not need anyone to treat her well because she did not want to rely on anyone.
Qian Yikun pressed on her wrist with one hand, not wanting the needle to fall out because she was moving carelessly. “Mo Fei, no one will laugh at you if you admit you need help occasionally.”
Mo Fei looked up at Qian Yikun and bursted out laughing. “Qian Yikun, have you fallen in love with me?”
Qian Yikun paused for a moment, but he did not answer her question. Instead, he reached out and took a book from the table. Then, he placed her hand on top of the book. Then, he took some medical tape and tied her hand to the book. This way, he could prevent her from moving and detaching the needle.
Mo Fei was speechless. “…”
Did she just treated like a kid by the man?
After Qian Yikun was done, he raised his head and looked at Mo Fei. “Mo Fei, marry me.”
This was what he wanted to say that day.
The sudden question stunned Mo Fei.
“Are you the one with a fever?” Mo Fei scoffed. “Marry you? Beg me, then.”
“Beg you?” Qian Yikun’s eyebrows furrowed tightly together as if he had heard a very good joke.