Chapter 1: Yin-Yang Replenishment

At today’s gathering, I was still sitting proudly in the center of the room.

Please. My sugar daddy was the most powerful man in the capital’s elite circle. Wherever he ranked among the men, I naturally held the equivalent position among the women.

The only problem was that I was feeling a little worn out today. I was practically boneless against the sofa, a dull ache lingering in my lower abdomen.

Then my mind wandered back to the way Zhou Jingnan had touched the little bunny tail attached to the back of my outfit last night.

Just thinking about it made my ears burn.

Shen Wei, the woman who hated losing to me more than anyone else, suddenly propped her chin on her hand and smiled.

“Fufu, why do you look so exhausted today? Is your husband sick again? You’re still so young, yet you’re already living like a neglected wife…”

She deliberately let out a smug little sigh.

“But I suppose there are benefits to sleeping alone. Unlike me, I have to take care of my husband three times a week. It’s exhausting.”

Before I could fire back, my phone vibrated.

Zhou Jingnan.

I immediately straightened up and softened my voice.

“Zhou Jingnan~”

“I’ll come pick you up.”

His deep voice came through the phone.

After hanging up, I slumped back onto the sofa.

Three years.

Three whole years, and I was still waiting for Zhou Jingnan to die.

At this rate, I was the one who was going to be completely dried out first.

When it was time to leave, I deliberately frowned at my friends.

“Nothing I can do. My husband needs to take his medicine.”

Several sympathetic sighs immediately filled the room.

Who didn’t know that Zhou Jingnan had been plagued by illness for years?

In their eyes, I was practically a living widow.

“With a body like a honey-sweet peach, and yet Mr. Zhou can only look and never touch. How tragic!”

Meanwhile, that supposedly “fragile” man had the “poor little peach” wrapped securely in his arms.

I was sitting on his lap, frowning worriedly.

Perhaps because he’d been sick for so long, his skin was slightly pale. His features were sharp and cold, his face so beautiful it looked almost fragile, like a sculpture that might shatter at the slightest touch.

I stared at him, completely mesmerized.

Who would’ve guessed that this supposedly sickly man had still been perfectly capable of wearing me out four times the night before?

Zhou Jingnan suddenly coughed softly.

“Fufu, I don’t know if we went a little too far last night, but I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable today.”

My eyes instantly reddened. I put my professional acting skills to work and sobbed pitifully.

“Zhou Jingnan… I don’t want to lose you…”

The last time he’d been seriously ill, I’d cried so hard that he’d been moved enough to transfer five million yuan into my account.

Ever since then, whenever he said he wasn’t feeling well, I cried with remarkable professionalism.

The driver in the front clearly knew the drill. He immediately raised the privacy partition.

Zhou Jingnan gently patted my back.

“Don’t cry. I’m not dying just yet.”

I cursed silently. He’d been saying that for three years!

I sniffled and suggested, “Maybe… we should sleep separately for a while so you can rest and recover?”

His hand slowly slid down to my waist, his voice dropping into a husky murmur.

“We can talk about sleeping separately later. First, we need to deal with the fire you just started.”

He pressed my head down so hard that I nearly hit the roof of the car.

That hurt like hell!

Zhou Jingnan gripped my chin, his gaze turning dark.

“You went out dressed like this today?”

I lowered my head and looked at myself—my skin pale and smooth, like a freshly peeled lychee.

I thought bitterly to myself:

Could he really be draining my yang energy to nourish his yin? Otherwise, how has this man managed to survive for three years?

Once this broken-down ship set sail, its endurance was terrifyingly beyond imagination.

The car had been parked in the garage for ages, yet he still showed no intention of “docking.”

Zhou Jingnan wrapped me in his suit jacket and carried me straight upstairs to the master bedroom.

With practiced ease, he opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs.

I collapsed face-down on the bed, utterly exhausted.

This old fox really is draining my yang energy. Round two?!

Suddenly, he leaned over me and asked softly,

“What were you doing at the hospital a few days ago?”

My heart skipped a beat. I nearly died on the spot.

I put on my most innocent expression.

“I just went in for a hormone checkup…”

Apparently satisfied with my obedience, Zhou Jingnan lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Fufu. Let’s do it one more time.”