"What is wrong with her?" Zhuo Jingren's face was grim. He watched as the doctor busied himself writing Lily's prescription before answering.

"Miss Qin is fine. But she needs to eat more and sleep more," the doctor said while handing a prescription to Zhuo Jingren, who then passed it to Yang Mi.

"What about her allergies? Did she faint because of the smell of the lilies?" he asked, feeling angry at himself. Zhuo Jingren really wanted to slap himself right now. He was so excited about the idea of courting Lily with flowers that he had actually forgotten how Lily hated smelling scented stuff.

"The smell could have been the trigger but I think she fainted due to stress," the doctor answered while eyeing the sleeping Lily on the bed. "From the looks on her eyebags alone, I am confident to say that she had not been sleeping properly for the past few weeks at least. Her immune system is weak to begin with and given her sensitivity to strong fragrances, like the smell of the lilies, it could have caused her to experience headaches and dizziness. The physical stress on the body must have been too much that caused her to faint. "

"Have her eat some vitamins and remind her to eat well," the doctor added before looking at Zhuo Jingren meaningfully. "Is she your girlfriend, President Zhuo?" The doctor had been Zhuo Jingren's personal doctor for years and this was the first time he had seen Zhuo Jingren being so worried over a woman. He couldn't help but wonder who this woman was.

"She will soon be my wife." His quick answer surprised both Yang Mi and the doctor.

"Alright, I suggest that you make her eat more. Have someone to cook nutritious food for her. If you have the time, accompany her during her meals." the doctor said with an understanding of the importance of Miss Qin in President Zhuo's heart. Zhuo Jingren nodded in response, bearing the doctor's words in mind. Of course, he was more than willing to cook for Lily and accompany her for her meals. The doctor left immediately after saying what he needed to say, bidding goodbye to Zhuo Jingren.

Yang Mi who was also in the room, was looking at Zhuo Jingren with suspicion. "I'm sorry but you should leave too. President Qin is a very private person. She will not be happy to have a stranger in her room. Especially a stranger who is shamelessly claiming to be her future husband," Yang Mi said while secretly texting Li Shanshan.

"I am not leaving," Zhuo Jingren answered.

"You" Yang Mi tried to compose herself before she continued, "Who do you think you are? And why are you claiming to be our President's future husband? Do you think that your name as President Zhuo would intimidate me? Leave this room and don't tarnish the reputation of President Qin," she hissed, unable to control herself. Protecting the president was something that the late Old Madam Facci had ingrained in her to do. As long as she is standing by Lily's side, she would protect Lily to the best of her abilities.

"I am not leaving until she wakes up," Zhuo Jingren insisted before giving Yang Mi a cold glare. "Go and buy the medicine that the doctor had prescribed. Don't worry, I will not hurt her."

Yang Mi did not budge. How could she leave the unconscious president with a man whom she was not familiar with? She crossed her arms while glaring back at Zhuo Jingren. "If you are not going to leave, I will have to call the police," she threatened while waving her phone at Zhuo Jingren. Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by Li Shanshan's arrival.

"What happened?" She ran towards Lily, her gaze on Lily's face. "Her allergies should not have been that serious. What did the doctor say?" Li Shanshan's questioning eyes darted from Zhuo Jingren and then to Yang Mi. Li Shanshan was still unaware of Zhuo Jingren's real identity. She assumed that he was Lily's security personnel.

Yang Mi quickly explained what had happened to Lily, including how Renren was actually President Zhuo of Zhuo Capital. She also did not hide her dislike towards the man who triggered the president's allergies.

Li Shanshan could only let out a sigh at Yang Mi's words. Now that Li Shanshan was here, Yang Mi felt more assured to leave the room to get the medicine that Lily needs. Yang Mi knew that the president was in safe hands with Li Shanshan around.

Only after Yang Mi was gone that Li Shanshan addressed Zhuo Jingren. "What are your intentions towards my friend?" she asked straightforwardly with a dark look in her face.

"I want her to be my wife," he answered honestly. Zhuo Jingren could sense that both Yang Mi and Li Shanshan did not like him to be near Lily. If he had not been so worried about Lily, he would surely find this situation amusing.

"You are rich and prominent, you can have any girl that you like. Why her?"

Zhuo Jingren let out a sigh before he answered, "I have waited fifteen years and I finally got to see her again. Now that she is here, I won't let her go again."

"She won't like you."

"What's there not to like?" he retorted, almost making Li Shanshan cough up blood. 'This man is shameless ah.' Li Shanshan decided to test Zhuo Jingren by listing out Lily's flaws. If a man truly loves a woman, he would accept all her flaws.

"She doesn't know how to cook her own food," Li Shanshan said.

"I will be her cook."

"She doesn't know how to drive," Li Shanshan said, almost immediately.

"I will be her driver."

"She is clueless about love," she said. "She is not romantic and is allergic to a lot of things. Including bullshit from people."

"I will show her what love is and protect her."

"She is scarred by her past. She is guarded and secretive. She won't just let you in because you are a little handsome and rich."

"Her scars are beautiful," Zhuo Jingren said while eyeing Lily who was still sleeping. "I am willing to climb up the walls around her heart slowly I will show her how much I adore her through my words and actions. I am willing to spend the rest of my life with her. Scarred or not, guarded or not, I am willing to wait for her patiently until she accepts me and allow me to stand beside her," he answered, his eyes full of gentleness.

Editor: Swaning