Ming Yue didn't stay because Old Madam Ji insisted.
She had a purpose for remaining: to discuss divorce with Ji Shiyou.
Old Madam Ji was old and doted on Ming Yue, treating her like a granddaughter and always protecting her.
Ming Yue found it difficult to bring up divorce right after the wedding.
However, with Ji Shiyou, it was different. They had no prior connection and were meeting for the first time today, so Ming Yue felt no reservations.
Ming Yue was anxious. Ji Shiyou was prone to fainting spells, so she needed to seize the opportunity.
She wanted to settle things while he was conscious, before he fell into another coma.
If he didn't wake up, and she wanted to leave, she wouldn't know when that day would come.
By then, it wouldn't be a divorce; she'd just be waiting to become a widow.
So, she remained silent and followed Ji Shiyou's hospital bed to the ward.
Ji's Hospital was a private institution, established specifically for members of the Nine Nether who were injured on missions.
Ji Shiyou had hired a team of highly skilled doctors, making the medical standards second to none in the country.
The wards were also different from those in public hospitals. As the leader of the Nine Nether and the CEO of Ji's Corporation, Ji Shiyou naturally had the best arrangements.
Upon entering the ward, Ming Yue discovered it was a world of its own.
The entire ward comprised two bedrooms and a living room, complete with a kitchen and bathroom. The overall decor was luxurious yet warm.
All daily necessities were provided. To exaggerate, it was sufficient for a family of three to live there.
If it weren't for the numerous medical machines in the master bedroom, one wouldn't have guessed it was a hospital room.
"Sister-in-law, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Jun Hui.
I'm this guy's brother, we grew up together, and I'm also the director of this hospital.
I have a few things to say. He's awake now, and although he looks a bit weak, he's capable of consummating the marriage.
Don't worry, I'll instruct the staff so no one will disturb you.
Also, this room has excellent soundproofing, so you don't need to be concerned.
I'll leave him to you now. Zhen Lu, let's go."
Jun Hui's demeanor was playful, not at all like a doctor giving medical advice, but more like a hotel manager showing off a room.
After speaking, he winked at Ji Shiyou, implying, "Brother, I can only help you this much. The rest is up to you."
Then, without waiting for Ming Yue's reply, he pulled Zhen Lu, who was about to help Ji Shiyou onto the bed, out of the room.
Watching Jun Hui, dressed in a white coat, walk away, and Zhen Lu looking back with concern,
Ming Yue felt a moment of daze. Were these the words of a doctor and a close friend?
Could he really consummate the marriage in his condition, or was he mentally unwell?
"Could you move me to the bed first? I'm feeling a bit cold."
Seeing Ming Yue lost in thought, Ji Shiyou inwardly cursed Jun Hui. Why mention consummating the marriage? He must have scared her.
But he was secretly pleased that Jun Hui had the sense to pull Zhen Lu away.
He was currently lying on a mobile hospital bed from the emergency room, and moving him to the ward bed wouldn't be easy.
After all, he was one meter eighty-six tall and weighed seventy-five kilograms. He also had to feign weakness and not exert himself.
If Ming Yue had to move him, there would inevitably be physical contact.
Jun Hui had said that physical contact was the beginning of intimacy between a man and a woman.
If two people were interested in each other, sparks of love would fly with just a touch.
Ji Shiyou closed his eyes slightly, ready to be helped by Ming Yue.
He even thought he'd have to exert some effort himself to cooperate, otherwise Ming Yue might not be able to move him.
"Oh, okay!"
But as he heard Ming Yue agree, he felt as if he were floating on clouds as his body was lifted.
Ji Shiyou's eyes snapped open, dumbfounded.
He saw Ming Yue, one hand gripping the collar of his hospital gown and the other holding his waistband.
She directly lifted him from the mobile hospital bed and placed him on the bed, as easily as picking up a package.
"You, you're that strong?"
Ji Shiyou stammered. He hadn't felt any romantic interest from Ming Yue just now; his mind was filled with astonishment.
"Ah? It's nothing. How are you feeling now?"
Ming Yue pushed the mobile hospital bed aside and returned to tuck Ji Shiyou in, replying nonchalantly.
She was thinking about how to bring up the divorce and was genuinely concerned about Ji Shiyou's current state.
She worried that if he wasn't feeling well, the shock might cause him to faint again.
"Am I being looked down upon? 'It's nothing' – does that mean I'm weak?
But she's still concerned about me. It seems she's interested in me."
Hearing "it's nothing," Ji Shiyou felt a slight disappointment. So Ming Yue preferred strong men like Zhen Lu.
But then, he felt a surge of self-satisfaction. Ming Yue was concerned about him.
"I feel much better. Are you tired? Sit down and rest for a while.
Are you thirsty or hungry? There's fruit and drinks in the fridge, and some snacks in the kitchen.
Whatever you want to eat, just tell the staff outside, and they'll bring it.
If you're tired, just sleep. The guest room is very clean. You don't need to take care of me.
Don't take what Jun Hui said to heart. He just likes to joke around."
The usually aloof Ji Shiyou transformed into a chatterbox when facing Ming Yue, like a certain monk.
If his brothers from the Nine Nether saw this, they would be utterly shocked. He himself didn't know what was happening to him.
Whenever he saw Ming Yue, he couldn't help but care for her, with meticulous attention.
"Wait, I'm not thirsty, not hungry, and I don't want to sleep.
If you feel up to it, I have something I need to discuss with you."
Was he even a patient? Was he a fly? Ming Yue quickly interrupted Ji Shiyou's endless rambling.
"Discuss what? Whatever you decide, I have no objections."
Jun Hui had taught him the thirty-six stratagems for wooing women: treat the girl you like with absolute respect.
No matter what requests she made, whether it was for clothes, jewelry, or bags, agree without hesitation.
"You have no objections? That's great! Then let's get divorced!"
She hadn't expected it to be so smooth. Seeing how agreeable Ji Shiyou was, Ming Yue exclaimed in surprise.
"No problem, it's just a divorce. Divorce.
What? Divorce!"
Ji Shiyou, who had been feigning weakness on the bed, suddenly reacted and sat up abruptly, his face filled with shock.
Why? Divorce right after getting married? How detestable was he?
"Don't get agitated. I know this request is a bit much.
Since I promised Grandma, I shouldn't go back on my word, but I really don't like this current life.
Grandma is old, and I'm afraid she'll be upset, so I can only discuss it with you.
Jing Jia, she's your childhood sweetheart, and you're deeply in love.
If we divorce, and you marry her, wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"
Ming Yue knew her request was a bit excessive, so she kept her head down.
She was focused on persuading Ji Shiyou, afraid he would disagree, and was organizing her thoughts.
She even used Jing Jia as an excuse, so she didn't notice Ji Shiyou's unusual behavior.
"So she's jealous of Jing Jia. You scared me to death. I thought you really wanted a divorce."
Ji Shiyou thought Ming Yue was jealous of Jing Jia and was throwing a tantrum, deliberately saying this. He quietly lay back down.
"I don't agree. This marriage cannot and will not be divorced."
Ji Shiyou said weakly, his mind racing to find an excuse to avoid divorce.