I don't have a Choice (Wang Zhao & Sang Qian)

Ji Jin was sitting in her office, she analyzed a few reports of the patients with a frown cast on her face. Her phone started ringing. She smiled lightly when she saw Wang Yuhan's number flashing on the screen.

She put the phone on speaker. To her surprise, she heard a very low voice. "Jin, can you meet me? I am waiting outside."

Jin was surprised and wanted to deny but he ended the call before she could. She pursed her lips and pushed the pile of reports on aside. Removing her doctor's coat. She stepped outside her room and ran outside.

As soon as she reached the entrance. She saw a car parked outside. Black Mustang only belonged to Li Zinhuo. She walked to it with a beating heart. The mirror slid down, which revealed his handsome side profile. He turned to her and she saw his bruised jaw and blood clotted around his lip.

A worried expression was on her face. She circled and got inside the car. "What happened to your face." She placed her palm against his cheek. He sighed as he peered at her worried expression.

"Come closer." He said.

"Huh?" She frowned. "I asked you something, what happened to your face?" She seemed bossy as she asked him.

"I told you too, come closer." He commanded.

Ji Jin leaned closer as she sincerely stared at his face. Wang Yuhan looked back and she saw tears in his eyes. "I fought with brother." He sighed.

She frowned and pressed her palm against his other cheek. "What happened?" She asked worriedly.

"I just thought I need some company right now. Did I disturb you? You seem busy." He asked back.

"You didn't." She smiled lightly. "I was about to call you anyway, I wanted to ask the boy I like for a date, well he asked me first." Ji Jin winked.

Wang Yuhan chuckled despite the foul mood. "You are a dreamer I see?" He smirked. They didn't notice the gap between them was decreasing.

Wang Yuhan pulled her with a light tug. She gasped when her lips crashed into his. He unbuckled his seat belt fluently and pulled her closer with his arm around her waist. Ji Jin was so ready for this encounter.

She got onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Wang Yuhan was going crazy under her influence and free will to pay him back. He pulled away and looked into Ji Jin's eyes.

She sighed. "I am so sorry, I guess we should go and eat something, you can tell me what happened."

***

Sang Qian woke up with an aching body. Her lips were dry and patchy. Her body ached as if she was beaten up badly. Her head was heavy. She opened her eyes slowly. The room was dark yet, maybe due to the blinds.

Her head was dizzy. A groan escaped her lips. She turned her head to look at Wang Zhao, his back faced her. She knew she had a fever. She was feeling cold. The duvet wasn't enough to cover the distance between them. The bed was huge.

She tried to sit up but failed. Wang Zhao seemed to be in a deep sleep. She picked up her phone from the nightstand and when she was the time she frowned. It was 8 am already?

She gulped and her throat ached from the dryness. She needed some water. She couldn't even reach to grab his sleeve. She pursed her lips and rolled to his side. She didn't have enough energy to pull him or call his name out loud. She pulled his sleeve lightly.

Wang Zhao didn't budge. She patted his arm and suddenly everything around her started getting blurry. She put her arms around him and closed her eyes searching for warmth. The duvet was covering her enough this time. She felt better.

She closed her eyes hoping he would wake up.

On the other hand, Wang Zhao was fast asleep but as soon as she put her arms around him, he gained consciousness. He was fully aware of her body pressing against his.

He held her hands to push her away but when he was holding them, he realized how cold they were. He frowned and pulled away. He turned on the lamp by the bed and turned around. He saw Sang Qian's flushed face.

"Sang Qian." He called her name as she opened her eyes lightly. He put his hand on her forehead. "God, you are burning." He complained.

Sang Qian blinked. "Water." She said in a low voice. All the drowsiness was as if gone. He had a worried expression as he poured her some water.

Sang Qian closed her eyes due to a lack of energy. Wang Zhao helped her drink water. He was so close to her. He didn't care. After she had some water. She turned around. "Cold."

Wang Zhao understood the whole situation when he saw the duvet rolled up on one side. He cursed and covered her with it. She was still with her eyes closed.

He walked to the bathroom quickly and fetched a wet towel. He then made her lay on her back before he placed the wet towel on her neck. "I'd call the doctor right away." Before he could even take action. Sang Qian grabbed his hand.

"I will be fine in some time. Don't worry." She muttered.

Wang Zhao scoffed. "I didn't hear that. Just sleep, I need to make sure you are in a good health." He shook his head disappointingly.

Sang Qian didn't let go. "I will be fine. I am habitual. I get fever easily." She said in a light voice.

Wang Zhao stared at her for a couple of seconds. "But.."

"Just get me my handbag from the closet." Sang Qian pestered.

He sighed. "We will go for a checkup later." He said in an annoyed tone and walked to the closet. He returned with her purse and handed it to her.

She sighed. "In the inner pocket, there are my pills. Give me one tablet, that's enough." Her voice was low. She was used to the fever. She knew it was a waste of time to visit a doctor at this hour.

Wang Zhao looked like a bullied kid with a slight pout. He pulled out the medicine. He sighed. "But you haven't eaten. I will get you some porridge before you take your meds."

Sang Qian shook her head and snatched the small box and then grabbed a tablet before she gulped it down without water. She was so quick that Wang Zhao couldn't believe it. He frowned. "What's wrong with you!"

Sang Qian smiled. "Let me sleep."

She said and covered herself with the duvet and closed her eyes. Wang Zhao was also feeling lazy, but he changed her towel first and then he made sure, he had enough space to sleep. After he was sure there would be a safe distance between them and she won't feel cold; he slipped next to her.

Sang Qian tugged at his arm and fell asleep. He also was sleepy after a tiring night before. He was lazy. He had a week off from work anyways.

***

Wang Zhao entered the room with a bowl in his hand. He placed it on the nightstand. Sang Qian stepped out of the bathroom in a fresh nightshirt.

Wang Zhao raised his head at her. "You should have skipped a bath."

Sang Qian peered at his face and frowned. She dried her hair with one hand and walked to his side with furrowed brows. Wang Zhao frowned back at her. "What?"

Sang Qian touched the bruise under his eye. She looked him in his eyes. "Where did you get this from?"

Wang Zhao scoffed and pushed her hand away. "You are not well, just eat the porridge and have some rest." His voice was cold all of a sudden.

"At least tell me, was this the work last night?" Sang Qian questioned. She dropped the towel on the bed and stared at him.

Wang Zhao clenched his jaw. "None of your business. Even though you're my wife, you're still not that important for me to tell you about my whereabouts. I am being good because I don't have a choice. I am doing my duty just fine, don't provoke me to act like my old self. Stop caring about me. Just mind yourself in any way possible."

He spoke those words with an angered tone. He didn't like it, she was good to him when he didn't give her a reason to be good. The mountain of guilt was building up inside of him. He hated that feeling, he wanted to let go of it but didn't know-how.

Sang Qian on the other hand was standing there fixed to the ground. She didn't know how to react. She was hurt by his words. Wasn't everything going well? Why he had to ruin it in the end?

Sang Qian pursed her lips. She didn't want him to see her hurt and crying. She walked away to the closet and Wang Zhao walked outside. "Eat the porridge if you want or just throw it away."

Sang Qian stepped outside the closet when she was sure he left. Her face turned cold. "Fine, I will not care anymore." She walked to the bed and fed herself with small parts of porridge.

She wasn't sad or happy. She wasn't mad either. She was blank. Her mind couldn't comprehend his words. His words, which were full of frustration. Frustration about what? She had no idea.

Sang Qian placed the bowl aside. She felt much better, thanks to him for taking proper care of her. She shook her head.

Her phone buzzed. She circled the bed and saw her sister's number flashing on her phone. She sighed, raising the phone to her ear.

"Sang Qian! How could you marry that jerk!" Her sister shouted through the phone.