My gorgeous wife Chapter 3 - 3 3 Wife's Crisis!

“Mmm… Aunt Wang’s cooking is truly delightful,” Li Chen exclaimed, his praise for Aunt Wang’s culinary skills unrestrained as he continued to eat.

“If the young master enjoys it, then it is good. Miss usually dines at her company, and it can be quite lonely for me to eat by myself at home each day. From now on, please feel free to tell me whatever you desire to eat; Aunt Wang will procure it and prepare it for you.”

“Now that’s the spirit! Let’s have some seafood tomorrow; it feels like ages since I’ve treated myself to it.”

Just as the meal was underway between the two, Lin Yi returned home.

“Miss, you’re back? That’s wonderful; we’ve only just begun eating. I shall fetch a set of utensils for you,” Aunt Wang responded, visibly surprised by Lin Yi’s early return, as she typically finished her meal before Lin Yi’s arrival.

“Wife, come, take a seat beside me,” Li Chen called out, standing to greet Lin Yi.

“You… you’d best remember our circumstances,” Lin Yi retorted, her mind reeling upon hearing Li Chen’s address. Indeed, despite the financial security, she was now married. Even if a divorce followed in three months, she would be considered a young widow in the eyes of society, her subsequent marriage thus being a second one. Lin Yi, holding conservative values deep within, desired a lasting union. Should Li Chen exhibit even a shred of kindness, she might make a concerted effort to preserve the marriage. This was not for any external reason, but stemming from the understanding that individuals like her often had little control over their marital destiny. Marrying anyone would likely yield similar results, so if Li Chen could provide her with comfort, enduring some perceived 'hardships' wouldn't truly matter. Yet, observing Li Chen now, a wave of irritation washed over her. What merits or capabilities did this man possess to be deemed worthy of her?

Lin Yi was inherently proud, possessing ample reason for her disposition. “Circumstances? Are we not husband and wife? What is improper about me addressing you as wife?” Li Chen inquired with a chuckle, discerning the pride radiating from Lin Yi. He was intentionally provoking her.

“You…” Lin Yi realized that engaging in an argument with him was futile.

“Aunt Wang, I won’t be eating. Please don’t trouble yourself,” she declared, turning to head upstairs, the distinct clicking of her high heels on the wooden floor echoing her resolve.

However, merely a few steps into her ascent, Lin Yi’s consciousness abruptly faltered, accompanied by a pervasive weakness engulfing her body. Her handbag slipped from her grasp, utterly devoid of strength, and she collapsed instantaneously. Just as she was about to hit the ground, she felt herself supported by something warm. Turning her head, she discovered it was the very individual she detested most. She attempted to break free, but her body lacked any semblance of strength, her eyelids growing heavy with each passing moment.

“Wife, what are you trying to achieve, hmm? If you wish to be close to your husband, there’s no need for such theatrics. Simply leave the door ajar for me tonight, and I shall join you,” Li Chen quipped with a smile. Lin Yi’s body felt unnervingly pliant against Li Chen’s support; it was as if her very frame had lost its structure. Furthermore, an intimate, natural feminine scent emanated from her, a fragrance Li Chen, experienced in the ways of the world, instantly recognized—distinct from any perfume. The two remained in a close embrace. Lin Yi longed to resist but was utterly powerless, a situation Li Chen seized upon for a moment of playful intrusion.

“Mmn…” Lin Yi’s eyes became glazed, and a soft sound escaped her delicate lips. Li Chen’s hands, either by design or accident, had found their way to her ample bosom. Reacting to the sensation, Lin Yi’s expression shifted dramatically; this man was truly… But Li Chen appeared oblivious, casting a knowing glance at Lin Yi. Just then, Aunt Wang emerged from the kitchen, catching sight of the pair in their compromising position, and promptly turned away. The younger generation today, she mused, has no regard for elders like myself.

Lin Yi vowed that if she had the strength to move, she would sever Li Chen’s intrusive hands and then blind his impudent eyes. Unable to bear Li Chen’s continued teasing, Lin Yi felt a sudden surge of heat rush to her head, and then her consciousness completely abandoned her. Li Chen, who had intended to prolong his playful actions, abruptly sensed that something was amiss—Lin Yi had actually fainted. Initially, Li Chen presumed she had merely stumbled, but it was now evident that the situation was far more serious.

His hand immediately withdrew from Lin Yi's philtrum, a look of astonishment crossing his features. "Sicalin, how can this be? How could you have such a toxin in your system!"

Li Chen's shock was understandable. The toxin known as Sicalin was no trivial matter, its accessibility restricted to individuals of a certain standing. Lin Yi, after all, was merely a minor CEO with a fortune less than ten billion. Even if someone harbored a death wish against her, employing such a potent toxin seemed excessive.

Following his initial surprise, Li Chen quickly regained his composure. He scooped Lin Yi into his arms, her waist clasped firmly, and hurried upstairs.

At that opportune moment, Aunt Wang emerged once more. Witnessing the scene, she couldn't help but grumble inwardly, thinking, "Young people these days are truly too impetuous. At least wait until after dinner before heading upstairs."

Li Chen paid no mind to such thoughts. Carrying Lin Yi directly to her room, he kicked the door open with a decisive motion.

He gently laid Lin Yi on the bed and immediately began to unzip her form-fitting dress. At this point, propriety was the furthest thing from his mind. He proceeded to strip off Lin Yi's attire, leaving her clad only in her undergarments.

While Li Chen harbored no particular romantic feelings for Lin Yi, she was, nonetheless, the first woman he had married. He simply did not wish to see her life hanging in the balance.

Sicalin was a toxin that plunged its victims into a coma within an hour, mimicking sleep and persisting until death. Physicians would find it undetectable unless they possessed specific knowledge of Sicalin's unique characteristics.

Li Chen, however, was privy to this knowledge because his own laboratory possessed the capability to synthesize such a toxin.

The lethal mechanism of Sicalin involved progressively slowing the victim's blood flow. Akin to an Aging Potion, it caused the body's functions to deteriorate to the level of an octogenarian or nonagenarian within a mere two days, inevitably leading to demise.

Returning to his own chambers, he opened a package and retrieved a syringe filled with a clear liquid. He then made his way back to Lin Yi's side.

This was the Antidote for Sicalin, though it could not completely eradicate the toxin from her system.

After administering the injection, Li Chen sat on the edge of the bed, placed his hands on Lin Yi's back, and closed his eyes.

At this juncture, he needed to utilize his own True Qi to restore Lin Yi's bodily functions to an adequate level. With his intervention, she should recover within a few days.

Ten minutes elapsed, and a faint mist permeated the room. Li Chen's lips appeared somewhat parched.

Gradually, Lin Yi began to regain some semblance of consciousness. Upon realizing her nearly unclothed state in Li Chen's presence, she summoned an unlikely surge of courage and shoved him away.

"Pfft..."

Li Chen's body unexpectedly toppled backward, striking the plush cushioning behind the bed.

At this precise moment, Li Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and a trickle of fresh blood stained the corners of his mouth – blood he had just coughed up.

He had not anticipated such a forceful reaction from Lin Yi.

His True Qi had already been partially discharged. In his strenuous efforts to save Lin Yi, he had severely depleted his own physical strength.

Lin Yi's shove had caught him completely off guard, leaving him winded.

For a Martial Artist, being winded was far from a minor issue; at best, it could lead to severe injury, and at worst, it could spell the end of their life.