Hidden Marriage: Spoiled by the Imperial Commander
Chapter 249: What Will I Do If You Die?

Chapter 249: Chapter 249: What Will I Do If You Die?

After speaking, Mu Yunlie entered the room and locked the door from inside.

He leaned against the door, his body devoid of strength, and slowly sat down on the floor, clutching his head.

It felt as if an invisible claw viciously seized his skull, giving him a splitting headache.

His heart seemed to be gnawed at by countless ants.

Amid the intense pain, a sense of uncontrollable panic and unease arose within Mu Yunlie, causing his entire body to shudder.

After a while, he lifted his head.

His eyes became as clear as a child’s, veiled with a mist that seemed ready to spill over with tears at any moment.

The first person that came to mind was Yan Qianyi.

He rose, intent on seeking her out, but just as his hand touched the doorknob, he paused abruptly.

The memory of her cold indifference from earlier that day flashed through his mind, along with the words she had said.

He released the icy doorknob and took two steps back, turned around, and headed to the changing room, burrowing into the closet, curling up into a corner with his knees hugged tight.

The enclosed space finally gave him a sense of slight security.

Who could imagine that the Commander, decisive in combat and feared by enemies, now looked like a vulnerable, lone child.

His gaze tangled as he stared at the bracelet on his wrist.

Inside, he yearned desperately to hear that voice which could bring him peace.

Suddenly, he bit down fiercely on his own small forearm.

He bit hard, not letting go even as bright red blood flowed from the wound.

Whenever the poison acted up, the toxins would affect Mu Yunlie’s cognitive awareness, making him feel as insecure as a child, filled with repulsion and panic towards everything around him.

But even a child can be extremely stubborn and willful at times.

Finally, the unbearable pain knocked Mu Yunlie into a faint within the closet.

In the following two days, Yan Qianyi devoted herself entirely to treating Old Lady Yan, preparing medicine for Andelle when she had the chance, or conducting research on fertility.

She engrossed herself in busyness, so as to not dwell on her relationship woes with Mu Yunlie.

That day, Yan Qianyi worked in the lab until 11:30 PM before dragging her exhausted body into the bathroom.

The previous nights, she had been busy until one or two in the morning, only resting when completely worn out.

However, she had to return to school the next day, and there were plans to take action against the Yan’s, so she needed to be well-rested.

When she came out of the bathroom, Yan Qianyi wore only a bath towel.

As she lifted her head, she saw a figure sitting on the sofa.

With just a night light on in the bedroom, the illumination was dim, and the figure was indistinct.

But she knew it was Mu Yunlie.

The villa had a security defense system; strangers couldn’t enter easily without triggering an alarm.

Without a doubt, it must have been Aunt Xue who let Mu Yunlie in.

She turned on the lights in the room.

Indeed, it was none other than Mu Yunlie sitting on the sofa.

His head was bowed, the bangs hanging over his forehead shielding his eyes and brows, leaving only the sharp contours of his lower face visible.

"I... I’m going to change," she said.

Yan Qianyi turned and went to the dressing room, putting on a set of long-sleeved pajamas.

When she returned, Mu Yunlie was still sitting there, in the same posture as before, without lifting his head to glance at her.

She hesitated for a moment, stepped forward, and noticed that his face was covered with cold sweat, his complexion unusually pale, with a very low air pressure around him.

Yan Qianyi wanted to take his pulse, but he dodged her hand and took out a black leather-wrapped package from behind to give to her, his voice hoarse, "Your silver needles are ready."

Yan Qianyi said, "You didn’t have to deliver them yourself."

A bitter smirk tugged at the corners of Mu Yunlie’s pale lips, "Rest assured, I won’t bother you or pester you anymore."

After he said that, he put down the silver needles and got up to leave.

Yan Qianyi grabbed his icy hand, "I... I didn’t mean it that way."

Mu Yunlie looked up at her, his eyes slightly red, as if he had stayed up all night and had been crying.

Seeing his haggard appearance, a sharp pain clutched at Yan Qianyi’s heart.

Mu Yunlie’s pale, thin lips moved slightly, his voice very raspy, "Then what do you mean?"

"I... I just don’t want to trouble you."

She really didn’t want to trouble him with anything else, so he wouldn’t accuse her of crossing the bridge and drawing it up afterwards.

"It’s no trouble; I promised you," said Mu Yunlie coldly, pulling his hand away from her grasp.

Yan Qianyi called out to him, "Since the silver needles are ready, let me give you acupuncture."

"No need," he continued to walk away.

She frowned, charged forward to block his path, "To detoxify you is also something I promised you! You’re about to have an attack now. If you let the toxins spread deeper, you could die, do you understand?"

Mu Yunlie scoffed coldly, his gaze coolly fixed on her, "If I die, would you care?"

Yan Qianyi, taken aback, bit her lip and said nothing.

Since there was destined to be no happy ending between them, why bother saying such things.

"Step aside," Mu Yunlie said coldly.

"Can’t you stop being so stubborn?" Yan Qianyi said helplessly, "Regardless, your health comes first. Let me detoxify you, and then we’ll be even."

On hearing this, Mu Yunlie’s expression turned even colder, "You’re in that much of a hurry to be rid of me?"

"..." Yan Qianyi was at a loss for words, "That... that’s not the point. The point is to cleanse the toxins from your body!"

Mu Yunlie gave her a look as if he didn’t want to discuss it further and walked past her to leave.

She helplessly watched his retreating figure, all set to knock him out and move forward, but saw him suddenly stop and reach out to hold onto the wall.

Then, he turned his head to look at her, his expression pitiful yet slightly indignant.

Seeing that look in his eyes, Yan Qianyi’s heart softened, knowing the toxins in his body had taken effect.

She approached and coaxed gently, "Ah Lie, be good. Don’t go tonight; sister will give you an acupuncture."

Mu Yunlie gave her a sidelong glance, huffily turned his head away, and remained silent.

His action nearly melted Yan Qianyi’s heart, and she couldn’t help but laugh, tilting her head to look at him, "Why is our Ah Lie so resentful?"

Mu Yunlie turned his head away again, ignoring her.

"Let’s go, I’ll give you acupuncture indoors," Yan Qianyi said, taking his hand.

"No, you’re not going to have a baby with me, and you want a divorce."

Yan Qianyi couldn’t help but smile wryly; it seemed he knew about some things that had happened while he was clear-headed.

She patiently coaxed him, "Let’s cure your illness first, then we can talk about divorce, alright?"

Mu Yunlie turned his head away again, clearly unhappy, "If getting cured means you’ll divorce me, then I’d rather not. Let me die instead; you don’t even like me."

Yan Qianyi was silent.

Seeing Mu Yunlie unwilling to cooperate, Yan Qianyi thought for a moment and coaxed him, "If you get better, we won’t get a divorce. If not, we will. Otherwise, what if you die? What will I do? I don’t want to be a widow; it’s too dreadful."

Finally, Mu Yunlie looked at her squarely, his expression blank and confused, "Really? As long as I get better, you won’t divorce me?"