My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 62 You son of a bitch

The clock hands quietly pointed to 11 a.m.

Zhu Ziqing was staring blankly at the computer screen, feeling utterly dejected, when her phone suddenly rang.

She glanced at the caller ID subconsciously and saw that it was Tan Haoyu's number.

My heart clenched instantly, filled with both tension and anticipation.

"Hello?" She answered the phone quickly, her voice trembling slightly.

On the other end of the phone, Tan Haoyu's voice was low and hoarse, tinged with weakness: "Where are you?"

After those three simple words, a heart-wrenching silence ensued.

Zhu Ziqing's eyes reddened, and she asked anxiously, "Haoyu, how are you? Are you feeling any better?"

Tan Haoyu, however, seemed to have been provoked, and his tone turned cold: "My affairs are none of your business."

After saying that, he hung up the phone with a "click".

Zhu Ziqing stood there, phone in hand, stunned. All her grievances instantly turned into raging anger.

Tears welled up stubbornly in her eyes, a mixture of anger and resentment.

Before she could even catch her breath, her phone screen lit up again; it was Yang Piaoliang calling.

Zhu Ziqing took a deep breath, calmed herself down a bit, and pressed the answer button: "Hello, Assistant Yang."

Yang Piaoliang's voice was as capable and efficient as ever: "Ms. Zhu, Mr. Tan is currently at Zhucheng High-end Hospital. If you have time right now, please come over as soon as possible."

"Zhucheng High-Level Hospital?" Zhu Ziqing was slightly taken aback.

“That’s right, it’s the top private hospital around here, with very advanced medical equipment, but the cost… is naturally not low,” Yang Piaoliang explained.

Zhu Ziqing was still angry about Tan Haoyu's cold attitude just now.

But when she thought of him lying weakly in the hospital bed, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I understand. I'll ask for leave and go there right away."

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Ziqing hurriedly asked her boss for leave and rushed home.

All the way there, her mind was filled with Tan Haoyu's pale face.

After arriving home, I went straight to the kitchen.

Zhu Ziqing quickly washed the rice and vegetables, then focused on cooking the vegetable porridge.

She thought that Tan Haoyu, whose high fever had just subsided, should eat something light, which would be good.

From the company to home, and then from home to the hospital without stopping.

Zhu Ziqing had been traveling a long way, and fine beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, but her eyes were filled with anxiety.

Finally, the magnificent and heavily guarded Zhucheng High-Level Hospital came into view.

As Zhu Ziqing approached the security room, she saw Yang Piaoliang standing there waiting.

Yang Piaoliang saw Zhu Ziqing and greeted her with a guilty look on her face: "Miss Zhu, I'm so sorry, I was too harsh this morning, please don't take it to heart."

Zhu Ziqing shook her head slightly and said softly, "It's nothing, Assistant Yang, I didn't care about that."

Actually, what she cared about wasn't Yang Piaoliang's slip of the tongue.

Despite being Tan Haoyu's wife, she felt like an outsider when he was sick and vulnerable, unable to help him in any way.

The two walked side by side down the long corridor.

It took more than ten minutes to walk before we stopped in front of a carved solid wood door.

Yang Piaoliang stepped aside and said softly, "Ms. Zhu, I won't go in. You can go in and see President Tan yourself."

With a heart full of trepidation, Zhu Ziqing stood outside the half-closed ward door.

She turned slightly to the side and peered through the crack in the door.

A middle-aged woman dressed in plain clothes was seen deftly arranging food on a small table inside the room.

The food was served in exquisite porcelain dishes.

The meat and vegetables were perfectly balanced, and the presentation was exquisite and meticulous, clearly indicating that the food was carefully prepared.

This also shows how skilled the woman is at doing this; she must have done it a lot on a regular basis, and it has become a routine for her.

Zhu Ziqing subconsciously tightened her grip on the insulated box she was holding.

Compared to the lavish display inside the room, the box seemed rather ordinary and shabby.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and a strange sense of inferiority crept into her heart.

He immediately made up his mind that he would find a way to hide the insulated box when he went inside, and he couldn't just leave it exposed like that.

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Ziqing gently pushed open the door.

The slight creaking sound made the middle-aged woman turn her head.

His gaze was fixed on Zhu Ziqing, his eyes full of inquiry.

My gaze naturally shifted downwards, and I immediately noticed the somewhat conspicuous lunchbox in her hand.

Zhu Ziqing pursed her lips somewhat awkwardly and quickly glanced around the ward.

The ward turned out to be a spacious suite.

The outer room is furnished with comfortable sofas and coffee tables, decorated in a warm and elegant style, with green plants scattered throughout.

But Tan Haoyu wasn't in this rest area.

She had no choice but to steel herself and softly ask the woman, "Auntie, hello, where is Tan Haoyu...?"

The woman slightly raised her hand and pointed to the inner room, saying calmly, "It's inside. Go in."

Zhu Ziqing followed his instructions and went into the inner room, where she saw Tan Haoyu sitting on the hospital bed.

With an IV drip in his left hand, the transparent tubing winding its way down, he leisurely held a newspaper in his right hand, reading it with great interest.

Zhu Ziqing called softly, "Haoyu..."

But the sound seemed to sink into the sea.

Tan Haoyu seemed not to hear anything, not even lifting his eyelids, still immersed in the contents of the newspaper.

An awkward atmosphere overwhelmed Zhu Ziqing instantly.

She stood frozen in place, unsure whether to move forward or backward, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet.

After a long while, Tan Haoyu seemed to finally notice her presence.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping coldly over her.

His tone was cold and devoid of any warmth: "What are you doing here? This is none of your business."

That blunt order to leave felt like a slap in the face to Zhu Ziqing.

Zhu Ziqing's eyes reddened.

Suppressing the stinging in her nose, she quickly explained, "Yang Piaoliang asked me to come see you. I... I was worried about you."

But Tan Haoyu seemed not to have listened to her at all.

He frowned slightly and said impatiently, "I'm fine. You should go back to work and stop standing around here."

Zhu Ziqing felt a surge of grievances, almost drowning her.

But she gritted her teeth and forcefully suppressed her grievances.

She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and said softly, "Okay, then I'll be going."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.

Just as she reached the door, Zhu Ziqing suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She seemed to be pulled by some invisible force.

He slowly turned around, his gaze fixed on Tan Haoyu.

The tears that had been welling up in her eyes could no longer be held back and spilled out.

Her chest heaved violently as she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Tan Haoyu, you bastard!"

"Do you know how worried I was about you? You were sick, and I rushed over anxiously, and this is how you treat me! I'm your wife, why won't you let me come see you?"

Zhu Ziqing's voice trembled slightly with anger and grievance, and tears streamed down her cheeks.