Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire

charms were bewitching her at every moment.

“From here on, you can only belong to me, stupid woman.”

With that, he leaned to her and, as if facing an immeasurable and priceless treasure, planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

The moist and cold touch on her forehead did not help her recover; rather, it made her dazedness even worse.

Her dazed and silly look only made the smile in his eyes grow gentler.

A minute or two passed, and the traffic light turned green, so he resumed driving.
Only then did she return to herself.
Suddenly, her phone started ringing.

With a slight flush, she fished it out from her bag.

“Hello.”

As this was a foreign number, she politely answered the call.

Who knew that she would be totally stunned when she heard the person’s words?

“Hello, are you the family of our patient, Zhang Manhua?”

Patient? Zhang Manhua?

“I-I am! She’s my mother.
Did something happen to her?” she frantically asked.

She had just talked to her mother on the phone the other day; why did she suddenly become a hospital patient today?

“Oh, this miss, please relax.
Your mother isn’t seriously ill.
She just caught a fever…”

Although the nurse calling explained in detail that her mother was not gravely ill, she still felt immensely worried.

“What’s wrong?”

He noticed that her worried look and asked her concernedly.

“My mom got a fever and is now in the hospital.” She pursed her lips with a panicky look.

“Don’t worry; we’ll reach the capital in half an hour.”

As he said that, the car’s speedometer shot upward.

To begin with, they were already on their way to the capital, so they were truly not far from their destination.

“Mhm.” She nodded but still felt worried.

“Other than a fever, is auntie okay?” he pressed on concernedly, flooring the accelerator.

“That nurse said that my mom only has a fever and no other illness.
Luckily, before she fainted, she managed to call for an ambulance, or else I really don’t know…”

Her hands balled up into tight fists.

Noting the self-deprecating look on her face, he lifted his right hand away from the steering wheel and gently held hers.

“This is just an accident.
It’s not your fault.”

“Mhm…” she softly hummed in reply.

“How about this: after the New Year, don’t go back to Tianjin and just accompany me and auntie in the capital?” he suggested, still holding her hand.

“No, I haven’t—”

She moved to reject his suggestion, but before she could do so, he interrupted her.

“There’s nothing that can’t be done.
I’ll inform my dad on my end.”

The hand that held hers tightened as he looked at her resolutely.

“I know all about the changes you’ve made at Jiaheng.
You’ve already done well, so regarding my father’s task, you’ve long passed it.
Don’t think too much about this now.”