On the second and third day, Jiang Ruolan still hadn't eaten.

It was easy for her to become tired from hunger, so she could just lie in bed, quietly look out the window, or read a book. She's been going on for a few days and she still doubted whether this hunger strike was too much, but since she had already done it, why not do it to the end? In the end, she just wanted an ending.

Because Jiang Ruolan didn't eat and get tired easily, she slept more and more. Xian Zihao would personally prepare the food and place it next to her bed, gently persuading her to eat. However, she would ruthlessly push him away repeatedly without looking at him.

Perhaps there was a limit to his gentleness, perhaps he would always patiently coax her no matter what she did, but she forced him into a corner with a hunger strike, which angered him in the end.

Xian Zihao had been in his study looking through documents for three consecutive nights and had not returned to the bedroom.

Every time Jiang Ruolan slept, she would definitely dream. Every dream of her must be a memory of when her mother committed suicide and was covered in blood. She woke up covered in cold sweat repeatedly. This time, she cried and suddenly sat up in bed.

Jiang Ruolan's body was drenched in cold sweats.

When she opened her eyes and felt someone by her side, she immediately turned around with an alert and immediately saw Xian Zihao standing next to the bed, looking at her with displeasure.

He apparently had just entered the room and stopped next to the bed because of the violent reaction from her.

Jiang Ruolan took a deep breath. Because she hadn't eaten in three days, her face was a little pale. She sighed again before weakly asking, "When did you come in?"

Xian Zihao, on the other hand, didn't say a word. He only looked at the terror and pain in her eyes, staring deeply at her.

Jiang Ruolan didn't want him to see her fears and vulnerabilities. She's been hiding as much as possible for the past month, but lately, she's gotten more and more out of control. She turned around, closed her eyes, and said in a low voice, "If you have nothing to say, then I will go back to sleep."

"Still won't eat?" Xian Zihao asked while looking at her. His voice was still full of patience and tenderness.

Even though Jiang Ruolan was currently tormenting him, forcing him to have nothing to say to her, he would still patiently coax her to eat a little.

"You know what I'm waiting for." Jiang Ruolan continued to lie down, pulling the blanket back over herself and closing her eyes, not looking at him.

Xian Zihao frowned, "It's been three days. Even if you don't want to eat, you have to do it for the sake of your children! If this continues, you will fall sick! You are having trouble with me, so why should you torture yourself? Do you really want me to force you to eat?"

Jiang Ruolan's eyes were closed as she tried to ignore him. In fact, her heart had already been broken into pieces.

How could she not know that this was not good? She just wanted to ask for a divorce, was that hard for Xian Zihao to do? What else could she do other than to make him feel really helpless? It had been three days … As long as she continued to persevere--.

Her thought was cut by the sound of the bedroom door being slammed shut.

His voice was not soft and it was enough to express his anger.

Xian Zihao was truly angry.

Jiang Ruolan opened her eyes. Maybe Xian Zihao had been angry with her since the first day she stopped eating, but he didn't think she would last that long. In three days, occasionally, Jiang Ruolan would only drink water, but she would not eat any single thing.

Plus, Xian Zihao also brought her favorite foods every day, coaxing her to eat.

If it wasn't for her mother's deep hatred, why would she torture him like this and then torture herself!

***

The next day.

As usual, Sister Yanmei came to clean the house. Although Xian Zihao didn't say anything, since Jiang Ruolan rarely came out of the bedroom, Sister Yanmei could vaguely tell that something was wrong with this couple.

She purposely made some porridge and when Xian Zihao came down from the second floor, she walked in with a bowl in her hand and whispered, "She still hasn't eaten, right? Do you want me to try it?"

Xian Zihao remained silent as he looked at the bowl of porridge in Sister Yanmei's hand.

How could he not know Jiang Ruolan's temper? She's usually very rational and won't play around like this, but to force him to divorced her by using this kind of method, she must have suffered thousands of times in her heart.

If he couldn't force her to eat, let alone Sister Yanmei.

At that moment, the bedroom door opened. Jiang Ruolan, who had lost weight after a few days, walked out slowly.

Seeing that she had come out, Sister Yanmei smiled as she brought a bowl of porridge towards her. She said with a smile, "Young Madam, you should eat this porridge. This is an almond porridge that I made especially for you."

Jiang Ruolan stood in place and glanced at Sister Yanmei. She gave a friendly smile and shook her head. "I am not hungry."

After she said that, she walked towards the bathroom. Even though she didn't eat anything, there was still water to drink every day. It was normal for her to go to the toilet.

However, she was too weak and when she walked a few steps, her body staggered. Sister Yanmei put down the bowl and wanted to help her, but Xian Zihao signaled her with his eyes to stay away.

Sister Yanmei had no choice but to put away her bowl and go to the kitchen to clean up.

A few minutes later, Jiang Ruolan opened the bathroom door and walked out. Just as she opened the door, she felt dizzy and almost slipped, but luckily, she held the door frame just in time.

Jiang Ruolan leaned against the door and took a deep breath. She then struggled to stand up straight, then slowly walking toward the bedroom.

After only taking a few steps, her legs became weakened and her vision turned black. Her body could not bear the pain.

At that moment, Xian Zihao stepped forward to support her, but Jiang Ruolan didn't have the strength to stand steadily. While he was supporting her, her body couldn't help but slump down to the ground.

"Ruolan!" Seeing that she was really weak, Xian Zihao frowned. He bent down and lifted her by the waist. He then called out for Sister Yanmei, "Sister Yanmei, bring the porridge. I'll feed her!"

"Alright!" Sister Yanmei replied from the kitchen and quickly brought out the porridge that had not yet cooled down. When she saw Xian Zihao carrying Jiang Ruolan into the bedroom, she quickly followed.

Jiang Ruolan knew it was Xian Zihao who carried her, but she didn't have the strength to push him away or say no. When he put her on the bed, she subconsciously curled up into a ball and grabbed the blanket with her fingers.

Jiang Ruolan frowned as she said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry about me."

Xian Zihao looked at her but said nothing. When Sister Yanmei brought the bowl of porridge, he immediately took it and then signaled for her to call a doctor.

When Sister Yanmei came out, Xian Zihao lightly held a bowl of porridge with a spoon and fed it to her, saying softly, "Be good, please eat. If this continues, you will fall sick."

Jiang Ruolan felt the porridge on her lips. Even though she wanted to open her mouth, she still kept turning her head away from him.

"Ruolan, don't be like this. You can't take it anymore. Please eat." Xian Zihao patiently fed the porridge back to her mouth. His voice was soft, like the most mellow voice in the world.

Seeing that she didn't want to open her mouth, Xian Zihao frowned and suddenly put down the bowl. Raising his hand, he pinched her chin and forced open her mouth and fed the porridge to her.

Jiang Ruolan struggled for a moment, she could not eat or swallow anything.

"Ouch!"

"You …" Seeing her in such a miserable state, Xian Zihao patted her shoulder and then helped her up. He caressed her face with a pained expression, "Ruolan, stop tormenting yourself like this. I don't want to force you. If I don't, you won't eat. I won't watch you starve to death! I beg you, eat something. At least eat this small bowl of porridge."

Jiang Ruolan was in pain. After vomiting, she felt even worse. She shook her head, but her eyebrows were knitted tightly together due to the discomfort. She helplessly let Xian Zihao hug her and lean into his arms. She was weak and quiet, as if she would disappear in the next second.

Xian Zihao's hand was on Jiang Ruolan's shoulder. He looked at her, then tried to feed her again. He brought the spoon to her mouth, but she still did not open her mouth.

Xian Zihao sighed. He put down the spoon and once again caressed her face. He touched her forehead and found that it was a little hot. He was so angry that he wanted nothing more than to pour all the food into her stomach.

After Jiang Ruolan fell down the stairs one last time, her pregnant body could not withstand the torture. If this situation kept dragging, Xian Zihao was afraid she really wouldn't be able to survive.

She would rather die than see the Xian Family again.

She would rather die than have anything to do with the Xian Family.

Xian Zihao tightened his grip on her shoulder, looked down at her haggard and almost transparent face, before saying in a low, hoarse voice, "All right, I'll sign it. Ruolan, you eat now. I'll sign it as soon as you've eaten. I agree to divorce. Will you eat?"