After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 166 Can lovesickness be cured?

He spoke slowly, a hint of self-mockery in his voice: "That's right, I am sick. Otherwise, why would I keep clinging to you?"

Hearing this, I felt a surge of inexplicable irritation. I pulled my hand away from his and said irritably, "Jiang Yichen, don't blame everything on yourself. If you're sick, go get treatment! With your family's wealth and power, you can cure any disease."

A complex emotion flashed in Jiang Yichen's eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Can lovesickness be cured?"

I was stunned by his question and asked in bewilderment, "Who's lovesick? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jiang Yichen stared at me with a dark expression, remaining silent for a long time.

His eyes were deep and complex, as if conveying some indescribable emotion.

I felt confused and a nameless anger was burning inside me, but I decided to go upstairs and take a shower to calm down.

Hot water poured over the body seems to temporarily wash away all worries and anxieties.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw several red marks on my hands from Jiang Yichen's grip. I secretly vowed to work hard to earn enough money to pay Jiang Yichen back, and then stay far away from him, never wanting to have anything to do with such a strange person again.

After I finished showering and dried my hair, I heard Jiang Yichen knocking on the door.

I took a deep breath and tried to make my voice sound calm: "I'm already asleep. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Jiang Yichen seemed to ignore what I said and pushed the door open.

He walked in with a bottle of medicinal wine in his hand, his gaze falling directly on my reddened wrist: "This medicinal wine is very effective for bruises, let me massage it for you."

My heart tightened, and I quickly thanked him, trying to take the medicated wine to apply it myself: "No need, I can do it myself, you can go out."

But Jiang Yichen didn't hand me the medicinal wine; instead, he pulled me to sit down on the edge of the bed.

His movements were gentle, but his eyes were unusually firm.

I panicked a little and tried to break free, but he held my shoulder down: "Don't move, it'll be over soon."

He gently poured some medicinal wine onto my wrist and then rubbed it lightly with his warm fingers.

His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting me.

I lowered my head, not daring to look at him, but I could feel his breath getting closer and closer to me, and an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.

My heart was racing, and my cheeks were starting to feel slightly hot.

I tried to calm myself down, but Jiang Yichen's presence and touch made me feel somewhat disoriented.

His fingers moved slowly across my wrist, sending waves of tingling sensations through me, which I found somewhat intoxicating.

Just then, Jiang Yichen suddenly stopped what he was doing, gave me a deep look, and then silently put away the medicinal wine.

He stood up, said nothing more, and turned to leave the room.

I stood there, watching his departing figure, my heart filled with mixed feelings, unsure whether to feel fortunate or melancholy.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains and fell on my bedside. I composed myself and prepared to go to school.

Not long after I stepped into the school gate, Song Yuan walked angrily toward me, her eyes filled with hostility and dissatisfaction.

"You're that vixen!" Song Yuan began with a barrage of accusations, her tone filled with anger. "What kind of bewitching drug did you give Song Le to make him so rebellious?"

I was a bit confused by her sudden accusation, so I quickly explained, "Song Yuan, calm down and don't talk nonsense. Song Le and I are just ordinary friends, and I have already made things clear to him."

Song Yuan clearly didn't believe me. She continued, "If you hadn't bewitched Song Le, how could he possibly refuse all the blind dates arranged by his family? Now he's even openly defying his parents, saying he wants to be with you! You vixen, what exactly are you after?"

I was stunned when I heard this.

It turns out that Song Le had such a big conflict with her family because of me.

I felt a mix of emotions, both touched and somewhat guilty.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Song Yuan became even more certain of her thoughts. She took a step closer and said, "Let me tell you, you'd better leave this city and never come back! If you don't have money, I can give you some, but you absolutely cannot stay here and continue to harm Song Le!"

Looking at Song Yuan's aggressive demeanor, a stubborn feeling welled up inside me.

I said firmly, "Song Yuan, my job is here, my studies are here, my parents, relatives and friends are here, where do you want me to go? Besides, Song Le can't get over it on his own. Instead of focusing on me, you should try to persuade your brother."

After saying that, I turned around and prepared to leave, no longer paying attention to Song Yuan's entanglement.

During class, Song Yuan bombarded me with information. I tried my best to focus on the lesson, but I couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

After class, as I was busy packing my bag to leave, I vaguely heard a few classmates whispering about "vixen" and "complaint wall".

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly took out my phone and opened the school's online forum. Sure enough, I saw the pinned post.

The title was offensive, and the content was even more absurd, claiming that I was juggling multiple relationships and had close ties with different men.

The post received a large number of comments, and a flood of speculations and accusations came my way. Suddenly, I felt like the target of everyone's criticism.

I took a deep breath and tried to keep myself calm.

I know that the more flustered you are in a situation like this, the more likely you are to make mistakes.

I quickly browsed through the posts and comments, trying to find some clues or misunderstandings, but found that most of these comments were based on unfounded speculation and malicious fabrication.

Just as I was lost in thought, my counselor's voice interrupted my thoughts: "Gu Mo, come to the office for a moment."

I put away my phone and followed the counselor to the office.

Inside the office, the counselor frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What's going on with Gu Mo?"

"I don't know what happened, but I didn't do any of those things," I replied seriously.

"This is not good for you. If it has too much of an impact, it could even prevent you from graduating. This important matter is also affecting our school."

"I will handle it well, teacher," I stated earnestly.

The teacher nodded and told me to go back to the classroom first.

After I got back, I felt I should clarify things.

But most of my classmates were just watching the drama unfold, and no one cared whether what I said was true or false, so my post quickly sank to the bottom.

Just when I didn't know what to do, Jiang Yichen suddenly called.

What's the deal with the school's "complaint wall"?

I was taken aback and asked, puzzled, "How do you know about my school?"