President Fu Is Great at Pretending, and the Frail Young Master Has No Way to Deal With Him

This proposal, which was beyond Gu Wenning’s expectations, came to nothing, and Fu Yanhe also failed to get the marriage certificate he wanted.

Because Gu Wenning suddenly fell ill.

While Fu Yanhe was still kneeling on the ground to propose marriage, Gu Wenning seemed unable to hold on any longer. He stretched out his hand to support his forehead. His cheeks were red with an obviously abnormal blush, but his lips were getting whiter and whiter. His breath suddenly became heavy.

Fu Yanhe noticed something was wrong almost immediately. He didn’t care about Gu Wenning’s answer. He stood up and touched Gu Wenning’s forehead, feeling the high temperature of the skin under his hand. It had already exceeded the normal body temperature. He picked Gu Wenning up horizontally, intending to take him to the hospital.

“What are you doing, Mr. Fu?”

Gu Wenning’s eyes widened slightly, and he struggled twice, feeling very uncomfortable with this sudden princess hug.

Anyone would be uncomfortable being held in such an intimate manner by a man they had just met and barely spoken to, and would even resist.

Gu Wenning did not resist. The man’s arms were warm and generous, giving him a sense of peace of mind for no reason. There was also a faint smell of cedar perfume on the man’s body.

“Go to the hospital.”

Fu Yanhe pursed his thin lips slightly, his expression serious, and his eyes full of anxiety.

In the previous life, his empress’ health had not been very good. She had no serious illnesses, but minor illnesses were constant. Especially in the last ten years, she was so sick that she couldn’t get up. She could only lay weakly on the bed and fall asleep. For a long time, he had to hold the empress’ wrist and touch the slow and feeble heartbeat to feel at ease, but at the same time, the slow beating made him more aware of the empress’ weakness.

Unexpectedly, the empress’ health was worse in this life. He was only twenty years old. Even when he was just in his early years, he was already known to be frail and sickly.

‘This stupid fate, why did you arrange for the empress to have such a weak body?’

The many good things that the empress had done should not be repaid with such suffering. The prosperity of the Dayin Dynasty in the past was indispensable to the empress’ efforts. Without the empress’ supervision, he might have ruined the dynasty.

Gu Wenning knew his own body best. He felt that he had not yet reached the point where he needed to go to the hospital. Getting sick was common for him, and fever was inevitable every time the seasons changed.

Another reason was, Gu Wenning disliked the atmosphere of the hospital. The white walls and cold ward gave him a sense of depression so heavy that he couldn’t breathe.

Gu Wenning patted Fu Yanhe’s shoulder and said weakly, “No need to go to the hospital, just put me down.”

How could Fu Yanhe listen to him? Where else could he go if he didn’t go to the hospital when he was sick? But he didn’t want to make his wife unhappy. He lowered his head and coaxed in a soft voice, “Be good, wife. When you are sick, you need to see a doctor to get better soon. Being sick is not good at all. If you want to be angry, don’t be angry now. Can you be angry with me when you are better? I will definitely let you play around.”

Gu Wenning was stunned.

In his memory, he was rarely coaxed so gently. When he was very young, his mother had coaxed him gently and patiently, but not anymore.

Gu Wenning’s heart skipped a beat, and he was a little touched, but also inexplicably a little ashamed.

He was an adult now, not a three-year-old child. Why did it sound like he was being coaxed like a child?

The rumored cold and unkind President Fu could coax people? —he found that hard to believe.

Gu Wenning knew that Fu Yanhe had good intentions. No matter what the purpose was, at least his nervousness and worry about him were real. He could tell this, but he still didn’t want to go to the hospital.

He refused, and Fu Yanhe didn’t force him. Instead, he took a step back and called his family doctor.

Just like the all-powerful secretary and butler, the family doctor of a wealthy family was also all-powerful. He was always on call. With just a word from the big boss, the family doctor rushed to Qinglan Restaurant within half an hour.

Before the family doctor came, Fu Yanhe had been surrounding Gu Wenning, asking him if he had a headache or if he was thirsty…

He asked too many questions. At first, Gu Wenning even responded to him twice, but later, he didn’t bother to answer him anymore. This was partly because his head was dizzy and he couldn’t muster up energy to speak. Once a person lost their energy, they didn’t even want to say anything, and partly because he was tired of being asked.

However, Fu Yanhe still didn’t feel that he was annoying; he just kept talking.

Finally, Gu Wenning couldn’t bear it and said, “Mr. Fu, you talk so much, aren’t you thirsty?”

“I’m not thirsty, wife, you’re so kind, you care about me so much.”

Fu Yanhe looked moved.

His wife was his wife, how considerate he was. Even when sick, he didn’t forget to care about whether he was thirsty or not. His wife was so kind. Could it be his wife already likes him a little bit?

Definitely.

The more Fu Yanhe thought about it, the more excited and sweeter he became, and his mind was filled with pink bubbles.

Gu Wenning’s ears turned red inexplicably, and he said angrily, “Who is your wife? Don’t call casually.”

Fu Yanhe showed an expression of incomprehension and touched Gu Wenning’s forehead.

“You are my wife. There are only two of us here. Wife, do you have a fever? Why are you talking nonsense?”

“Dr. Lin is such a tortoise. Did he crawl to come here? Why hasn’t he arrived after so long?”

With that, Fu Yanhe was about to make a call to urge him.

And it was less than ten minutes after he called the doctor.

The call failed and was stopped by Gu Wenning.

He stopped him from calling again so that Dr. Lin would not be distracted from answering the phone while driving. Fu Yanhe, who always obeyed his wife the most, put away the phone without saying a word.

“Okay, wife, I won’t call.”

“I told you not to call me that, I have nothing to do with you.”

“How come it has nothing? You are my fiancé and we are going to get the marriage certificate soon. Why can’t I call you wife? Do I have to call you soon-to-be-wife? It doesn’t sound nice and is unfamiliar.”

Gu Wenning was choked and unable to refute.

If the marriage went well, he was indeed related to Fu Yanhe.

Gu Wenning raised his eyes and glanced at the man in front of him.

It was undeniable that Fu Yanhe was a tall, handsome, and charming man with handsome eyebrows and sharp facial features. He wore a well-tailored classic black suit with simple color matching, and his tie was meticulously and neatly arranged. At first glance, he had a dignified and elegant temperament, which matched the description of his friend as an ascetic and domineering president.

But only at first glance; the first impression was quickly overturned.

Was Mr. Fu’s brain circuitry different from that of ordinary people? The first thing he did was propose and get a certificate. He even called him “wife,” and it sounded so familiar. One who didn’t know would think they were an old couple who had been together for many years.

Even when he tactfully hinted that the man talked too much and was too noisy. The man didn’t understand what he meant and interpreted it as caring for him.

“Wife,” Fu Yanhe silently murmured, why was his wife looking at him so fascinated?

Oh, he got it.

With a flash of inspiration, Fu Yanhe, who thought he had found the truth, suddenly realized it. His handsome and flawless face turned red, and his low, magnetic voice was filled with excitement.

“Wife, I know I’m very good-looking. In the past five hundred years and in the next five hundred years, there will never be a man as handsome as me, a rare and noble good man in the world. But wife, you can’t just be obsessed with my appearance. My face, being good, is just one of my most inconspicuous advantages. I have many advantages. Just looking at my face is not enough. You also need to look at my soul and my character. Of course, my soul and character are as perfect as my appearance, and I’m also very strong in that certain aspect. I can do it seven times a night, and I’m guaranteed to give my wife sexual happiness.”

Gu Wenning was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn’t help but let three black lines slip from his forehead.

Too narcissistic.

Would anyone praise themselves so much? He praised himself for being uniquely handsome and also praised himself for his good character and beautiful soul, as if he were a god descending to earth.

Did people who grew up abroad more open-minded? He even said it shamelessly seven times a night.

Gu Wenning’s mouth twitched, “Has Mr. Fu always been so confident?”

Fu Yanhe’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he showed an honest smile.

Such a tall person, at least 1.9 meters by visual inspection, with beautiful and affectionate eyes, made Gu Wenning vaguely see a big dog that was shaking its head and wagging its tail at him.

“Wife, you have discovered another advantage of mine. Wife, you really have sharp-eye and could recognize heroes. Believe me, I am an endless treasure. In me, you can find a new shining point every day, no, all the time…”

Seeing that Fu Yanhe was about to talk incessantly, Gu Wenning was speechless, closed his eyes, and interrupted coldly, “Mr. Fu, can you please be quiet for a while?”