Chapter 2: My Husband, the Vegetable, Has Been Poisoned

Li Yancheng is currently in a vegetative state, naturally unable to react.

With trembling hands, Jiang Yan undressed him, and according to the doctor’s instructions, she gently wiped his body.

Perhaps because he had been lying down for too long, Li Yancheng was very thin; his bones felt sharp and bony beneath her touch.

After wiping his upper body, Jiang Yan took a deep breath and began to wipe his lower body…

Her gaze followed her hand, and as she reached his waist and lower, Jiang Yan couldn’t bring herself to look, closing her eyes and turning her head away.

Her hands trembled even more violently. She hurriedly explained to Li Yancheng, “President, please don’t blame me when you wake up. I was forced to do this. Please don’t think I’m taking advantage of you.”

“I’m just taking care of a patient…” Jiang Yan repeated these words, as if to reassure herself.

Then she took a deep breath, as if making a great decision, and continued wiping…

Because Jiang Yan had her eyes closed, she didn’t notice that the man on the bed moved a finger.

After the agonizing task of wiping Li Yancheng’s body, Jiang Yan was drenched in sweat.

After dressing Li Yancheng, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Jiang Yan began to massage Li Yancheng according to the doctor’s instructions.

Suddenly, a knock came at the door.

“Who is it?” Jiang Yan subconsciously asked.

“It’s me, Du Yaoyue,” a woman’s voice came from outside.

Jiang Yan frowned and asked, “What’s the matter?”

“I came to see the young master,” Du Yaoyue’s voice carried a clear undercurrent of displeasure and anger. “I come to check on the young master every night.”

Jiang Yan stopped massaging Li Yancheng, hesitated for a moment, then got up to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, she saw Du Yaoyue standing at the door with a stern face.

But quickly, a smile appeared on her face.

She was holding a glass of milk, smiling as she offered it to Jiang Yan, “Madam, you’ve worked hard. I warmed you a glass of milk; drinking milk before bed helps with sleep.”

Jiang Yan smiled and accepted the milk, nodding slightly, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Madam,” Du Yaoyue stepped into the room, and the smile instantly vanished from her face.

Jiang Yan’s smile also faded.

It seemed that she had come with ill intentions.

Du Yaoyue walked to Li Yancheng’s side, looking at him with a gentle gaze. She reached out as if to touch him.

But her hand stopped mid-air, then retracted.

Perhaps it was because Jiang Yan was there, or perhaps…because there were cameras in the room.

Du Yaoyue spoke to him softly, “Young Master, it’s Yaoyue. You’ve been lying down for a long time. I really hope you’ll wake up soon.”

She didn’t stay long, but before leaving, she smiled and told Jiang Yan, “Madam, remember to drink the milk.”

“Okay,” Jiang Yan nodded with a smile.

After Du Yaoyue left, Jiang Yan looked at the glass of milk.

The Li family was complex, and Du Yaoyue, the daughter of the Butler, Du, had grown up in the Li family and had always liked Li Yancheng.

Li Yancheng suddenly had a wife, yet she brought milk to her?

Jiang Yan didn’t believe she had come to show goodwill to the young mistress.

She lowered her head, lost in thought.

After a while, a faint smile appeared on Jiang Yan’s face. She picked up the milk, walked to Li Yancheng’s side, and said happily, “President, Yaoyue is the first person in the Li family to care about me, and she even sent me milk.

However, I don’t usually drink milk at night, and I didn’t want to disappoint her kindness.

So, shall I let you taste some?

You’ve been lying down for so long, you must have not had milk for a long time, right?”

Then, Jiang Yan took a cotton swab, dipped it in the milk, and touched it to Li Yancheng’s lips, “You can’t drink it now, so I’ll just let you taste it a little.

I hope you’ll wake up soon so you can drink milk heartily.”

Jiang Yan didn’t know if the milk was problematic, nor how serious the problem might be, so she didn’t dare to let Li Yancheng have too much.

After putting down the milk, Jiang Yan continued to massage him.

After finishing everything, Jiang Yan washed up, tiptoed onto the bed, and said in a slightly aggrieved and cautious voice, “President, there’s only one bed, so I can only sleep with you. This way, I can easily monitor your condition.

Don’t worry, the bed is big, and I don’t toss and turn in my sleep; I won’t touch you.”

Jiang Yan didn’t fall asleep. With her eyes closed, her mind was very clear.

She had entered the Li family, no matter how or in what capacity.

Just as Jiang Yan was drifting off to sleep, she suddenly felt a hand touching her.

She opened her eyes abruptly and turned her head.

The room was dark. Jiang Yan turned on the bedside lamp, but Li Yancheng still looked the same, showing no sign of waking up.

However, Jiang Yan noticed that Li Yancheng’s hand was in a different position.

Before sleeping, Jiang Yan had placed his hand vertically at his side, close to his thigh.

But now, his right hand was significantly farther from his thigh.

So, was it really Li Yancheng who touched her just now?

“President?” Jiang Yan tentatively called him, “Was it you just now…?”

Before Jiang Yan could finish her sentence, her gaze fell on his lips.

Li Yancheng’s lips were swollen, like sausage lips.

Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, then suppressed the urge to laugh, and anxiously said, “President, what’s wrong with you? I…I’ll call the doctor immediately…”

Jiang Yan pressed the bedside call button, and the doctor soon came in.

“Doctor, look at his mouth, what’s wrong with it?” Jiang Yan was anxious, “Also, he seemed to move just now, and touched me.”

The doctor immediately checked Li Yancheng’s condition.

“Mr. Li has been poisoned,” the doctor turned to question Jiang Yan, “What did you give him to eat?”

“I…” Jiang Yan’s eyes widened in fright, and she quickly said, “I didn’t give him anything to eat.”

“I remember,” Jiang Yan said again, “I let him taste some milk, but since he couldn’t drink it, I used a cotton swab to dab some on his lips.”

“What milk?” the doctor asked.

Jiang Yan immediately went to the side and handed the glass of milk to the doctor.

The doctor took the milk, frowned deeply, then made a phone call. Soon, another doctor came in, took the milk, and left.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Yan was bewildered and afraid, “Is there something wrong with this milk? Du Yaoyue gave it to me. I don’t usually drink milk before bed, and I didn’t want to disappoint her kindness, so I let the President taste a little.”

“You’re on your own,” the doctor glanced at Jiang Yan, then turned back to check Li Yancheng’s condition.

Soon, Li Yancheng’s parents, Yu Lan and Li Minghai, arrived, along with the Butler Du and his daughter, Du Yaoyue.

Yu Lan first looked at her son lying there, then coldly scanned Jiang Yan, her voice full of anger and authority, “Kneel!”