Chapter 1197 - 1194: Cherish Those Before Your Eyes (1)

He suddenly took off the apron and walked over. "Miss, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

She stared at him blankly, thinking, what does it matter if it’s the truth? What does it matter if it’s a lie?

Because she was sick, she looked a bit haggard, her lips dry, her eyes desolate. Every time she fell ill it was like this—no matter how tough and invincible she usually was, once she got sick and thought about how, in this world, there was only herself left—she didn’t even know why, but she just couldn’t be strong anymore.

It was precisely that desolate look that made Wan Donglin’s heart go wild.

His throat couldn’t help but feel dry, wave after wave.

Every man is like this, loving most the way a woman looks weak and helpless—especially after she’s put on a tough act for so long and suddenly reveals that innocent, small-animal look. It just further stirs up the beast buried in his body.

She was frightened by the look in his eyes.

But he didn’t care at all. He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her, half‑smiling: "Miss..."

She cried out, "Hey, what about the truth you said?"

"Let’s start with the lie, okay?"

"..."

"The lie is, no matter how you act up, no matter how you make trouble, I’ll be steadfastly patient with you, indulge you, spoil you..."

"..."

"And the truth?"

He said carelessly, "The truth is, if you don’t marry me, don’t become my wife, I couldn’t care less whether you live or die."

"..."

Her eyes went very, very wide.

He casually glanced at the dishes and congee on the table, his voice unexpectedly gentle. "Little girl, look carefully. I’ve got a lot of skills, and in this life, I’ve basically only ever waited on you, one woman... Do you really think I’m doing all this just because I’ve got nothing better to do? That I’ve gone crazy and want to become some five‑star chef?"

"..."

"Actually, I just want to trick you into marrying me. As long as we’re married, you really can squeeze out the time. I can cook for you, play with you, make you happy, and I’ll take care of you, worry about you... But if you don’t marry me and later go off and marry some other man, then all this effort I’m putting in—am I just being a fucking idiot?"

You really can’t believe it—such a gentle tone, such a mild smile, yet the content is so cruel.

He smiled even more gently, almost endearing. "Little baby, did you hear me clearly? If you heard clearly, then hurry up and get up, wash up, and eat. Be good, there’ll be more to eat tonight. If you keep putting on airs, just see who will bother with you anymore. You can go drink the northwest wind..."

Yan Xixi burst out, furious, "I’m not eating. I don’t want to eat. Get out, Wan Donglin, get out right now."

"..."

"Sorry, but I can’t afford your food. And I didn’t ask you to be my male cook. Don’t you dare hand me some kind of final ultimatum, I’m not buying any of your crap..."

"..."

"Get out!"

The finger she was jabbing at his nose was suddenly caught. He yanked her up, flipped her onto the sofa, and slapped her hard.

She let out a scream.

Unable to believe it, this man had actually hit her for the second time.

"Yan Xixi, I’m telling you, if you keep acting all fake and pretentious, don’t blame me for being rude to you! Get up and eat right now. Don’t think just because you’re a bit better, have a bit more energy, and don’t need someone waiting on you, you can just kick me away with one foot..."

"Pah, you’re the one clinging to me like a leech... I don’t need you to wait on me at all..."

Another slap came down.

She practically jumped up.