My Comatose Husband Divorced Me After Waking Up

The man's gaze darkened as he stared at her. Towering above Nan Xia, an intense wave of hormones assaulted her, emanating a sharp presence. Deep in his eyes was a distrust of her: "I never believe in such coincidences; you appeared before me yesterday to catch my attention on purpose, and today you show up as my son's chief physician.

What exactly are your intentions?"

He leaned in close to Nan Xia, sneering, "You resemble my ex-wife quite a bit, had some work done?"

A surge of frenzied hatred welled up in Nan Xia's heart!

His wife?

How dare Feng Jingxuan speak such words—he had no right to call her his wife!

He had never truly remembered what she looked like.

A man who, along with his lover, killed her had no right to speak of her.

Nan Xia composed her emotions, her nails digging into her palms: "Mr. Feng, as far as I know, your wife has passed away a long time ago. I have no need to get plastic surgery to look like a dead person."

Feng Jingxuan's brows furrowed: "You really knew my wife?"

A scornful smile appeared on Nan Xia's lips: "Mr. Feng's wife took care of you devotedly when you were in a vegetative state, it's a pity she wasn't fortunate enough to survive a difficult labor and died. Such deep affection is hardly a secret."

A shadow flitted across Feng Jingxuan's eyes.

He had overheard from Old Mr. Feng that Nan Xia had devoted a lot to him. Even with a bit of selfishness, this woman had looked after him for two years.

Therefore, after Nan Xia's death, he brought her ashes back and held a funeral for her.

"Mr. Feng, we're back."

At that moment, He Zheng returned with Little First, completely oblivious to the strange atmosphere between the two.

"Matilda, Little Master really likes the dishes you cook. Since you'll be coming over in the evening anyway, why not just stay for lunch?"

Nan Xia shook her head: "No need, I live next door."

He Zheng: "?"

"You don't need to come over tonight," Feng Jingxuan said coldly.

Little First was taken aback for a moment, his lips moved slightly, but he said nothing.

Nan Xia clenched her fists, her eyes brimming with determination: "Mr. Feng, have you ever cared about your son? He suffers from anorexia and has been malnourished for a long time. If this continues, his health will collapse.

"This is not your concern."

Feng Jingxuan's lips twitched slightly, he didn't care about his son? Little First was raised by him personally. For his son's sake, he stayed unmarried and sought renowned doctors, hoping for a swift recovery.

Nan Xia struggled to suppress the anger in her heart: "I am his chief physician now. Chenchen likes the food I prepare; that's what I need to be concerned about."

"Mr. Feng, I adhere to my professional ethics; I won't allow any patient under my care to have any issue."

The air around them suddenly turned cold. From the sidelines, He Zheng, seeing the confrontation unfold, broke out in a cold sweat.

No one had ever dared to speak to Mr. Feng in such a manner.

Even as Little First's doctor, Matilda was perhaps a bit too bold.

Just when He Zheng thought Feng Jingxuan was going to lose his temper, he suddenly turned and asked Little First: "Chenchen, do you want her to come over?"

After thinking for a moment, Little First said: "Yes, I like the dishes she makes."

Feng Jingxuan's frown deepened, apparently displeased.

He thought Little First would refuse.

Nan Xia stepped forward: "Mr. Feng, I have always lived in Country A and do not know your wife. If you hold a grudge against me because I resemble your ex-wife, and this affects Chenchen's treatment, you bear the consequences."

"And I've never had plastic surgery; this face is natural. Please retract your presumptions, Mr. Feng, I have no interest in you either."

Having said that, she gently patted Little First's head: "I've prepared the medicine in the pot; it's for helping you sleep. Remember to drink it."

Little First scrunched up his nose: "Bitter!"

Nan Xia gave him a gentle smile: "It's not bitter, I've prepared candied fruit for you. If you're obedient, I'll make extra ribs for you tonight."

Mentioning ribs, Little First's dark eyes brightened a little: "Okay."

Seeing the interaction between the two, Feng Jingxuan's brows furrowed even more. Little First was different from other children; due to his frail health, he spent most of his time in hospitals and the Feng family home, thus, he was typically distant with strangers.

This was the first time he showed emotion toward someone else.

After Nan Xia left, Feng Jingxuan spoke gravely: "In half an hour, I want all of Matilda's information."

"Okay." He Zheng wiped his sweat and quickly agreed.

"When you were at the hospital, did this woman have any suspicious behavior?" Feng Jingxuan asked.

He Zheng shook his head, looking perplexed: "No, she gets along with Little Master quite well. I think she's very responsible..."

His sentence trailed off under the intensifying gaze of Feng Jingxuan.

Feng Jingxuan waved him off to leave first.

He saw Little First go to the kitchen, pick up the bowl of herbal medicine, and drink it all down.

Normally, Little First would hesitate for a long time before taking the medicine.

"Why are you being so obedient today?"

"The auntie said she would make ribs for me after I take the medicine."

Little First spoke seriously with a solemn face: "I want to eat them tonight too. Does she live next door? I want to go see her."

He remembered the boy he saw last time who looked a lot like him.

Feng Jingxuan's eyes darkened. He hadn't expected that woman to be so cunning, to have made his son dependent on her so quickly.

"Chenchen, you should be going to sleep now."

Little First, with clear, bright eyes, said: "Daddy, auntie looks a lot like Mommy."

A chill seemed to flicker in the depths of Feng Jingxuan's dark, tranquil eyes as he replied in a heavy tone, "Did she tell you that?"

Little First said: "No, I saw the picture in your drawer. That's Mommy, right?"

Feng Jingxuan was left speechless.

After Nan Xia's death, he had someone investigate her life, and he ended up casually placing the documents in the drawer, not expecting Little First to see them.

His intention had been not to let Little First know about Nan Xia.

Feng Jingxuan spoke earnestly: "Chenchen, no matter how much she resembles your Mommy, she has no relation to your Mommy."

A hint of sadness flashed through Little First's eyes: "I know, can I not go see her?"

Feng Jingxuan pursed his lips, pondering for a moment before asking, "Do you like her a lot?"

"Like."

Little First nodded as if affirming without any hesitation: "She has Mommy's scent."

Children speak their minds without a filter.

Feng Jingxuan couldn't comprehend Little First's words, feeling sure Nan Xia had bewitched him.

"If Daddy doesn't want me to see her now, I won't go. I'm going to sleep. After I wake up, I can see her."

Little First left Feng Jingxuan with a view of his departing back.

He was well-behaved, taking off his little clothes by himself, then changing into his pajamas, and soon after fell deeply asleep.

Feng Jingxuan's eyes settled on the medicine bowl.

Could it be that the woman's prescribed medicine was really that effective?