Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting-Chapter 624 - 487: Never Remarry (Part 1)

"If I die before you, you’re not allowed to remarry."

"..."

Su Xiaomeng wriggled out of his embrace and looked straight into his eyes.

In her eyes, there was no longer the naivety of a teenage girl, no innocence and carefree attitude, and unlike before, she didn’t blink inquisitively with every word or opinion she expressed, seeking your thoughts.

If I die before you, you’re not allowed to remarry.

It wasn’t "can you not remarry," it wasn’t "try not to remarry," it was "not allowed to remarry."

She wouldn’t allow you to have any other opinion, wouldn’t permit you any hesitation.

A firm and overbearing demand...

"I will never remarry."

Of course, he didn’t have any other opinions, nor would he hesitate.

He even wanted to tell her that at the moment he realized she might perish in the flames, a thought flashed through his mind...

Without her, what would be the point of living?

At that time, fortunately, Yin Shixiu still thought of Shuangshuang and Huang Huang... Perhaps they were the only things tethering him.

If in the future, Shuangshuang and Huang Huang grow up, become self-reliant, and establish their careers...

By then, wouldn’t he only have Su Xiaomeng left?

By then, if Xiao Meng were to go before him, how could he dare to take even a single step forward?

These were words he kept buried in his heart, ultimately unsaid, not wanting to cause her heartache or unnecessarily sadden her.

Even though natural and man-made disasters are inevitable, his wife... she’s probably so resilient that even the heavens are reluctant to trouble her anymore, right?

"That’s good. You better remember what you said; otherwise, even if I die without closing my eyes, I’ll turn into a ghost and follow you."

Su Xiaomeng coughed lightly twice; the inflammation and infection from her wound led to a persistent high fever for three days, which ultimately damaged her lungs.

Yet, despite the coughing, she didn’t keep her mouth shut, continuing to prattle on,

"I just thought if I were to die, there would definitely be someone else sleeping with you—uh, no, sleeping in my sleeping space—ah! What are you doing? I’m a seriously ill patient!"

Upon Su Xiaomeng’s shout, Yin Shixiu pressed her onto the bed and rubbed his nose against hers,

"So that’s the reason; you don’t want anyone else sleeping with me, so you’re this stubborn?"

"You, don’t take things out of context!"

Yin Shixiu kissed her lips, probably feeling the texture was off, glanced down, and noticed that her usually tender lips were now peeling.

"Um..."

Su Xiaomeng noticed his gaze; before she could ask what he was looking at, he kissed her again, and then...

She hastily pushed him away,

"What’s going on? Why are you licking with your tongue, you..."

"I like it."

Saying so, he again leaned in to kiss her little mouth, using his tongue to forcefully lick the peeling skin as if it would work like lip balm.

Su Xiaomeng was dumbfounded for a long time; she couldn’t push him away, so she had to let him kiss her.

In her heart, she couldn’t help but sigh: thankfully she’s alright, otherwise what would this man do without her?

The two of them felt comfortable staying together even without saying a word to each other.

The 1.5-meter-wide hospital bed was large enough that soon they were lying side by side on it.

After all, Su Xiaomeng had been feverish for three days and experienced over forty hours of terror; truly, her body and spirit were weak.

Leaning against Yin Shixiu, she soon fell into a deep sleep again.

And as for Yin Shixiu, this guy?

This time’s events must have really scared him; no matter how calm he appeared, it couldn’t mask the lingering fears in his heart.

He marveled at Su Xiaomeng’s calmness and cleverness in the face of danger and was astonished that a huge fire that claimed countless lives couldn’t take her away.

But more than anything, he felt gratitude—grateful that she placed her hopes on him during the most dangerous moments.

Grateful that she didn’t give up until the very end.

Grateful for her stubborn resilience.

But still, the real person snuggled safely in his arms made him feel like if he didn’t keep a close watch, she’d slip through his fingers again.

So he just kept staring at her, watching her like he could never get enough of this person...

Who knows how long he watched; half an hour? An hour? Maybe even more...

Only when he saw clearly and felt his heart settle did he slowly close his eyes, and the two of them fell asleep together.

Five days... five nightmare-like days tormented not only Su Xiaomeng’s body and mind but also Yin Shixiu.

His exhaustion was no less than Su Xiaomeng’s by the slightest bit.

His heroic face showed signs of weariness.

At thirty-five, fine lines finally appeared around his eyes.

One doesn’t age slowly; aging actually happens in an instant.

It’s not like when the event is over, and everything is alright; the body and mind can return to the past...

The overwhelming and collapsing emotions of those five short days and nights had long left their marks on the heart and body.

During this time, someone lightly knocked on the door, but no one responded; someone opened the door and silently closed it again. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

No one disturbed this couple who had just been through a life-and-death ordeal.

No one interrupted their longing sleep.

Su Xiaomeng woke up from hunger; she hadn’t eaten for several days, sustained only by nutritional fluids, her body empty and weak.

Upon waking, she found Yin Shixiu still asleep, lying on his side with his head against her shoulder, his face almost buried in the crook of her neck.

One hand wrapped around her waist...

The posture... was quite novel.

Su Xiaomeng thought so, but simultaneously felt this posture was familiar... Hey! Isn’t this the way Shuangshuang and Huang Huang always snuggle with her to sleep?

She didn’t wake him up; his steady breaths fell on her neck in gentle puffs.

Su Xiaomeng stared at the ceiling.

Having just escaped death, logically, in such a quiet environment, one might inevitably have some thoughts and reflections.

But not Xiao Meng; her mind was truly blank now, especially with the plain white ceiling before her...

To say blank isn’t entirely accurate; there’s something on her mind—food, food, food...

Su Xiaomeng held back and held back and held back...

Being hungry is very hard to bear, really very hard to bear.

When you’re not fully conscious, it’s fine; when distracted by other things, it’s fine, but right now, she’s wholeheartedly fixated on eating.

And the more she thought about it, the hungrier she got.

She thought of waking up Yin Shixiu several times, but then felt a bit reluctant; he seldom slept so soundly.

Hmm...

Thinking this way, new thoughts flooded into her mind.

She believed she truly was a good woman, a good wife!

The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became!

And then, after who knows how long, Yin Shixiu finally showed signs of waking, snuggling against her neck in a flirtatious manner.

But Yin Shixiu was just flirting.

If the two of them were to engage in any more vigorous physical activity in their current states, it would be courting death.

"Awake?"

Yin Shixiu murmured.

Su Xiaomeng didn’t respond to him...

Yin Shixiu yawned and lazily withdrew his face from her neck, reluctantly, and glanced at Su Xiaomeng, only to see her listlessly, and eyes rolling slightly...

"Xiao Meng!"

Yin Shixiu was instantly startled awake! All his drowsiness scared away!

Su Xiaomeng moved her lips; she said something...

Yin Shixiu couldn’t hear clearly, hurriedly brought his ear to her lips, and then heard Su Xiaomeng sincerely say,

"Hungry... hungry... starving..."

"..."

Yin Shixiu’s expression became incredibly complex for a moment and... he wasn’t in a hurry anymore.

After sitting up in bed, he suddenly started laughing; at first, it was a low chuckle, then it grew more and more open...

Su Xiaomeng rallied her strength and grabbed his wrinkled shirt, gritted her teeth, and said,

"I’m going to starve to death!"

"Haha, alright, alright, I get it..."

Yin Shixiu responded as he got out of bed.

On the nightstand were two thermal containers, each with a label—one for Su Xiaomeng, the other for Yin Shixiu.

Beside the cabinet was a cloth bag containing Yin Shixiu’s essentials for changing clothes.

Yin Shixiu raised the bed, poured her a cup of water, and set up the little table.

The food in the thermal container was still quite hot.

He wiped her hands and handed her the chopsticks and spoon, attending to her diligently.

Yin Shixiu sat next to her, serving up the dishes and soup from the thermal container.

Xiao Meng drank a large mouthful of porridge from the bowl, feeling as if she had come back to life.