"Ladies first!"
Seeing that Mingyue also had something to say, Ji Shiyou pulled the quilt tighter around himself and said gallantly.
In his heart, he thought, he was only wearing underwear, which was too embarrassing.
Before Junhui and Zhenlu went out, they told him that from the surveillance, they saw Mingyue go to the rooftop.
He didn't rush, wrapped in the quilt, contemplating how to feign weakness.
As a result, Mingyue returned, and before he could even put on his clothes, he was cornered on the bed.
"Are you faking illness? Don't argue. I have a basic understanding of medicine and have already examined you.
Regardless of your intentions, your purpose in faking illness to trick me into bathing you is impure.
The hundred-day agreement is hereby dissolved. Tomorrow, we will go and get the divorce certificate.
From now on, we part ways and never see each other again.
Furthermore, divorcing you is for your own good. To tell you the truth, I have a grudge against the Seven Fiends.
They have already tracked us here. I dealt with two of them just now.
But knowing their habits, more people will come looking for trouble.
They are merciless killers. If you get implicated then, it won't be good."
Mingyue sat down on a chair by the bed. Not only did she expose Ji Shiyou's pretense of illness, but she also mentioned the Seven Fiends.
This was the strategy she had devised after thinking on the rooftop: first threaten him with leverage, then frighten him with the Seven Fiends.
Her goal was to coerce Ji Shiyou into agreeing to dissolve the hundred-day agreement and agree to a divorce, so she could leave as soon as possible.
"The Seven Fiends are after you? Achoo!"
"Achoo, the Seven Fiends! You mean the ones who kill without mercy, and whose entire family is wiped out whenever they strike, not even sparing pets and neighbors? Achoo!
Ah... I can't live anymore, what should I do!
The Seven Fiends kill, not even sparing the neighbors! Achoo!
Even if we divorce, the Seven Fiends won't let me go when they know I'm your ex-husband.
We can't divorce! You're so powerful, you have to stay and protect me. Achoo!"
Mingyue's words stunned Ji Shiyou. He hadn't expected Mingyue to discover his pretense of illness.
However, what surprised him even more was that Mingyue actually had a grudge against the Seven Fiends and had dealt with two of them.
Zhenlu had reported to him that Mingyue had gone out earlier. It turned out she had gone out to kill.
No wonder the Seven Fiends' insignia appeared, and Zhenlu and the others had waited so long for them to show up.
It turned out they had already been dealt with by Mingyue. Numerous thoughts flashed through Ji Shiyou's mind.
First, he was certain that Mingyue had misunderstood. The Seven Fiends' insignia had a clear target: Ji's Hospital. They were after him.
Second, Mingyue's identity aroused his strong curiosity.
Not everyone was qualified to have a grudge against the world's number one assassin organization.
And to be able to single-handedly deal with members of the Seven Fiends, her skills must be extraordinary, at least on par with his.
Furthermore, possessing medical skills and innate divine strength, could such a person be a bride for a wedding to ward off misfortune?
If Mingyue hadn't insisted on divorcing, Ji Shiyou would have suspected that Mingyue had ulterior motives for approaching him.
He wondered where his resourceful grandmother had found such a treasure.
She was perfect for him. No matter what background Mingyue had, he would never let this wife go.
Therefore, after a slight shock, Ji Shiyou exploded.
He completely ignored the matter of faking illness and offered no explanation.
Pretending to be terrified by the name of the Seven Fiends, he grinned and began to wail on the bed.
However, his sneezes were incessant. Due to his howling, the tissue in his nostrils fell out, and two streams of snot dripped down.
Coupled with his overly dramatic movements, the quilt slipped, revealing a bit too much.
Seeing such a muscular man acting like a spoiled child on the bed, Mingyue was at a loss.
"Don't get agitated. How about you put on some clothes first?
Your cold hasn't recovered yet. Don't catch a chill again, or your condition might relapse!"
Seeing the quilt slip off Ji Shiyou, revealing his muscular body clad only in underwear, Mingyue swallowed.
Her body started to feel hot again. She quickly turned away and said awkwardly.
"Little one, I knew you were lusting after my body. It seems seduction is effective. I can keep it up."
Seeing Mingyue's reaction, Ji Shiyou felt triumphant. He had done it on purpose.
When he saw Mingyue come in, he had been ready to confess and clarify his feud with the Seven Fiends.
But then he discovered Mingyue had misunderstood, and he sensed that Mingyue's background was not simple.
So he adjusted his plan and began to pretend to be an ordinary person, throwing a tantrum and feigning weakness.
His aim was to win Mingyue's sympathy. Everything was for the sake of keeping Mingyue and not divorcing.
He had never done anything like this before. He thought it would be embarrassing, but after doing it for Mingyue, he felt like a couple's playful act.
He found it not bad and got too into character, overdoing it a bit.
"You still care about me, afraid I'll catch a cold. I've wrapped myself up well.
So, can I beg you not to dissolve the hundred-day agreement and stay with me for three more months?
The Seven Fiends are terrifying. Only with you by my side do I feel safe.
Even though you'll leave after three months, at least I'll be alive for those three months.
I can also make arrangements, and then, even if I'm killed by the Seven Fiends, I'll die in peace."
Ji Shiyou pulled the quilt up, covering himself. He was a bit cold.
However, he was still very cunning, exposing his neck and collarbone, and a hint of his chest,
and said with a deliberately wronged expression, then continued to wail with a wide grin.
"Alright, if we're being precise, it's my troubles that have implicated you.
The Seven Fiends are indeed not someone you can deal with. How about this, within these three months, I'll find a way to deal with the Seven Fiends.
Then, even if we divorce and part ways, you'll be safe.
What do you think? A grown man, stop wailing!"
Although Ji Shiyou's coy demeanor made Mingyue's heart flutter, his hoarse wailing gave her a headache.
Thinking about it, Ji Shiyou's state was normal. The notorious reputation of the Seven Fiends could stop children from crying at night.
Ji Shiyou was just an ordinary person, so it was not surprising that he was so scared.
Seeing him so terrified, Mingyue felt a pang of guilt.
She could no longer bring herself to mention divorce. She tried to coax him gently.
"Really? You're not divorcing anymore? Don't lie to me.
You were just about to dissolve the hundred-day agreement and insisted on divorcing. I don't believe you.
Words are not enough. We need a written agreement for me to feel at ease."
Ji Shiyou couldn't wail anymore; it was tiring. Seeing Mingyue coaxing him, he decided to stop while he was ahead.
However, he cunningly wanted to sign a contract to prevent Mingyue from going back on her word and jumped off the bed to find paper and a pen.
"You, you, you, can you put on your clothes first?"
Looking at the bare back in front of her, Mingyue stuttered her suggestion, but still stared intently for a few moments.
Ji Shiyou casually put on some clothes and signed the agreement with Mingyue.
It was agreed that within a hundred days, Mingyue would not mention divorce.
Ji Shiyou, with his usual cunning, added a clause: if violated,
he could ask Mingyue for any request as compensation.
Mingyue, unconcerned, signed her name with a flourish.
"Wife, I'm hungry. Can you make me something to eat? I'm starving."
After carefully tucking the contract away, Ji Shiyou lay weakly on the bed and said, pushing his luck.
"Why don't you call and have them deliver something?"
Night had already fallen. Ji Shiyou had been tossing and turning all day without eating or drinking.
His high fever had just subsided, so it was normal to be hungry. However, when he mentioned cooking, she frowned.
"Wife, I'm so sick. Besides, I haven't even held you accountable for knocking me out.
Who caused me to be sick? Can't you just cook one meal?
Don't worry, I'm not picky. I'll eat whatever you make."
Ji Shiyou just wanted to eat food made by Mingyue's own hands, shamelessly acting spoiled.
"Alright then, considering you're sick, I'll reluctantly make you a meal today."
Mingyue's words were filled with excitement, as if she were rubbing her hands together in anticipation.