Fated to My Billionaire Husband

For the sake of her grandfather, she paid no mind to the rumors.

Upon arrival, a servant was waiting at the door. Seeing her, the servant warmly greeted her as Miss Jian.

“How’s grandfather doing?” she asked, following the servant inside.

“The weather has been changing a lot these days. The old master has caught a severe cold and isn’t getting any better. Nothing tastes good to him, he only eats a little bit of food daily, all his nutrition comes from IV drips. Today he requested the pumpkin porridge you make, Miss Jian. Please encourage him to eat more, and hopefully, his health will improve once his appetite returns.”

“Okay, I understand.”

Jian Yufei entered her grandfather’s bedroom, a place she knew well. After a period of absence, her grandfather seemed to have aged significantly and his pale face looked very yellowish.

In old age, even a minor cold could cost them their lives.

Jian Yufei felt heartbroken, she smiled and walked to the bedside.

“Grandfather, I came to see you.”

“Yufei is here.” his eyes lit up when he saw her, “You look much healthier recently.”

“Grandfather, I’m doing fine. Why didn’t you tell me earlier when you got sick? Wait here, I’m going to make the pumpkin porridge for you.”

“Go ahead, I can’t eat anything else, but I really have a craving for the porridge that you make…” The old man gave a faint smile, and Jian Yufei quickly went to the kitchen to cook.

The servants had prepared all the ingredients, so she just needed to cook them.

Its recipe is simple, but the flavors can greatly vary depending on who cooks it.

Jian Yufei prepared it as usual, served him a bowl, and personally fed him in his room.

Ruan Anguo took a few bites and then shook his head, refusing to eat more.

Jian Yufei was worried. Only two bites wasn’t enough.

“Grandfather, please eat a bit more. You can regain strength only if you eat. Come on, have some more.”

“No more.” The old man closed his weary eyes, attempted to push the bowl away, but misjudged the distance and placed his hand directly into the piping-hot porridge, spilling it over.

The scalding porridge spilled all over Jian Yufei’s clothes and pants. Fortunately, she was wearing thick clothing, but she still felt the heat of the porridge.

“Miss Jian, are you okay!” The nearby servant rushed over with a towel to help her clean up.

Jian Yufei placed the bowl down, stood up, and wiped herself off, but it only made things worse.

The porridge was yellow, and her garments today were white and black.

With the pumpkin porridge smeared all over, it looked like she had gotten herself dirty with some filthy substance.

Ruan Anguo barely lifted himself, saying to the servant, “Stop wiping. Take the young lady to get cleaned up and change her clothes!”

Both the servant and Jian Yufei stood dumbfounded.

The former quickly regained her composure and said to Jian Yufei, “Follow me, young lady. You need to change your soiled clothes.”

Jian Yufei bit her lip without saying anything and followed the servant out.

“Miss Jian, the old master is getting old. Sometimes, he forgets about your divorce from our young master.

Occasionally during meals, when he realizes you’re not there, he would ask ‘has the young lady returned yet?’ At times when he wishes to play chess, he would say, ‘Go fetch the young lady, ask her to keep me company for a few rounds.’

Each time we remind him that the young master and young lady are divorced, he ends up having a look of dejected disappointment.”