Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs
Chapter 402 - 401: I Like Everything About You

Chapter 402: Chapter 401: I Like Everything About You

"We can sign an agreement before getting the marriage certificate. If we divorce, no matter who initiates it, all assets of KING Corporation will belong to Xing Ling," Ye Sihan said.

Xing Yanjie had already thought of many rebuttals, but he was stunned at that moment, his brain going completely blank with shock.

He wondered if there was something wrong with Ye Sihan’s brain. Otherwise, why would he say something like this?

Did he know how much the assets of KING Corporation were worth?

All to Xing Ling?

"Do you need to... have another scan?" Xing Yanjie suggested.

"No need," Ye Sihan refused.

After Xing Ling left the ward, she sat on the bench in the lounge area, sighing and struggling with her thoughts.

Thinking whether she should just leave, right?

Wouldn’t that be bad?

Maybe she could stay by Ye Sihan’s side to help him regain his memory, and then leave once he recovered?

It seemed like the only option, otherwise, she’d seem too heartless!

After all, he had risked his life to save her!

"What are you thinking about?" Xing Yanjie sat down next to her.

"I... I don’t know how to face him," Xing Ling fiddled with the hem of her clothes.

"Follow your heart," Xing Yanjie said.

Xing Ling turned her face to look at her second brother, apparently surprised by his suggestion.

"If I tell you to leave Ye Sihan, would you agree? Instead of sneaking around, it’s better to be upfront and honest."

"Who... who’s sneaking around?" Xing Ling’s complexion was uneasy.

"There’s actually another way."

"What?"

"Go and tell Ye Sihan yourself, take care of him until he’s discharged, and then you’ll return to the Xing Family," Xing Yanjie said.

"What kind of solution is that?"

"Fool, after you say that, see how he responds to you!" Xing Yanjie ruffled her hair, saying in an exasperated tone.

Xing Ling understood, "Yeah, I know what to do now. If he doesn’t express his feelings, I’ll leave. I won’t obsess over this man anymore..."

She knew her heart would be hurt, but she was not willing to choose a path without a future.

Better a short pain than a long one.

Time heals all wounds.

After Xing Ling got up and left, Xing Yanjie sat alone on the bench.

He wondered if indulging Xing Ling like this was really a good thing.

His intention was for Xing Ling to be happy...

Xing Ling hesitated again at the door of the ward.

She came to confront the situation, yet her heart was still in turmoil.

What if... what if Ye Sihan agreed to let her leave?

She had thought she was over it, so why was she still hesitating?

Ye Sihan had absolutely no feelings for her!

Right? He must have saved her at her second brother’s request, nothing more.

Just as she hesitated at the door, the ward door opened from inside.

Xing Ling was startled and stared blankly at the towering figure.

"Why aren’t you coming in?"

"I... I have something else to do, I’ll go first..." Xing Ling regained her senses, but just as she was about to flee,

her arm was suddenly gripped, and she was pulled over, falling into a strong embrace as the ward door slammed shut.

Xing Ling, looking up, felt her heartbeat racing into the dark eyes so close to hers, at a loss for what to do, her expression dazed.

"Why go back? Won’t you stay with me?" Ye Sihan’s gaze was intimate as he looked at her.

Hearing this invitation, Xing Ling didn’t know what he meant, "You... have a caretaker..."

"The caretaker isn’t the same as you."

Xing Ling lowered her lashes, trembling. What does Ye Sihan mean? Why would he say things that make her knees weaken?

"Why aren’t you speaking? Hmm?" Ye Sihan’s hand brushed lightly against her cheek.

Xing Ling’s face visibly reddened.

Her breathing became unsteady.

Her body stiffened, uncertain of what to do.

"You saved me, I am grateful and will take care of you until you’re discharged. If... if you need me to help regain your memory, I’m willing to do that too, including taking care of the child. After that... I won’t cling to you..."

"That’s good, but what if I told you I’ve fallen for you, what then?"

Xing Ling’s body twitched, and she couldn’t help but look up.

As she met Ye Sihan’s deep and fathomless eyes, her breath nearly stopped.

"You... what are you saying? You want to use me as a substitute for Tang Yu? I have my pride, I won’t accept that!" Xing Ling refused, trying to pull away from his embrace, but instead found herself lifted up in the air, "Ah... what are you doing?"

Xing Ling was placed on the bed, her entire body covered by Ye Sihan’s figure, and from behind, only her restless little feet could be seen.

"What... what are you going to do?" Her eyes trembled, her gaze flickering.

Her heart raced with Ye Sihan’s ambiguous actions, like a deer running wild.

"You’re not a substitute," Ye Sihan’s dark pupils stared intently at her, as if he could never have enough of her.

"...you’re lying." Xing Ling didn’t believe him.

"Let’s get married!" Ye Sihan’s voice was hoarse, his eyes deep, as though he wanted to devour her.

"What... what?" Xing Ling’s eyes widened, unable to believe what she had heard.

"If you think it’s too soon, then how about we date with the intention of getting married?"

Although Xing Ling’s heart pounded to the words of Ye Sihan’s proposal, the faster it beat, the more she felt something was off.

She reached out to touch Ye Sihan’s forehead, a puzzled expression on her face, "Your temperature seems normal... hmm!"

A dark shadow loomed over, and his thin lips claimed her small mouth.

Gently and dominantly drawing from her, both inside and out.

Xing Ling’s face flushed red, her struggle feeble.

Ye Sihan didn’t kiss her until she could no longer hear his words, but parted his lips slightly, his voice raspy, "I’m perfectly normal, and the person I’ve always wanted is you."

Xing Ling had been thinking about separating from Ye Sihan.

She had already been trying to convince herself.

Yet instead of letting her go, Ye Sihan said so many unexpected things.

She had thought of many possibilities, but never one like this...

Ye Sihan said, the person he had always wanted was her, Xing Ling.

So her heart completely sank.

Looking into Ye Sihan’s profound dark pupils, she said, "If you dare to lie to me, I won’t like you anymore."

Her tone was warning, yet her voice soft.

Listened to by Ye Sihan, his heart swelled with fullness.

He grabbed Xing Ling’s hand and placed it over his heart, "Okay."

When Ye Sihan awoke, he was no longer troubled, the bandage on his head already removed.

At night, he pulled Xing Ling into bed to sleep with him.

Xing Ling asked, her face flushed, "Is this okay? People might see us."

"You are my wife, so what if they see."

"Don’t say it like that..." Xing Ling buried her head under the covers, embarrassed.

Ye Sihan fished her into his arms, setting her small face free, careful not to suffocate her.

He gently bit her ear, calling her, "Wife."

His voice was low and sensual.

Xing Ling’s ears turned red, her sparkling eyes looking at him, "When you see my face, won’t you think of Tang Yu?"

"I won’t."

"Then what do you like about me?" Xing Ling was curious.

"I like everything about you."

Xing Ling pursed her lips, feeling a mix of pride and shyness, toying with the ties of his pajama top, "I’ll believe you for now..."

Ye Sihan curved his lips into a smile, holding her tightly, "I will never let you leave again."

Xing Ling felt Ye Sihan’s possessiveness, her heart brimming with sweetness and joy.

That night, Ye Sihan had a dream.

He dreamt of Tang Yu jumping into the sea, which startled him awake, disturbing the sleeping Xing Ling in his arms.

"Mm... what’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing." Ye Sihan gently rubbed her head and stroked her back, "Go back to sleep."

Xing Ling, heavy with sleepiness, drifted off again.

Ye Sihan held her tight, the warm body temperature of Tang Yu in his arms calming his racing heart.

The past tragedy would not happen again; he would never allow it...

The next morning, Xing Ling was having breakfast with Ye Sihan at the table.

"Have some milk," Ye Sihan moved the cup towards her, "It’s not good when it gets cold."

"I’ve already had some." Xing Ling didn’t feel like drinking more.

"Take a few more sips, just one?" Ye Sihan hooked her chin and fed her himself.

Xing Ling had no choice but to take a sip.

Milk smudged her lips, and with a pink tongue, she licked it off.

Which made Ye Sihan’s gaze grow even deeper.

As he was about to kiss her, clasping the back of her head, noise came from outside, "I’m here to see my brother, is there a problem?"