The car accident that year was not an accident, so what was it?

"Zhou Yanchen, wake up. You have found out the truth about the car accident, right?"

Zhou Yanchen said something in a daze, but it was all incoherent.

Shen Qingli saw that he was upset and didn't ask any more questions.

Let's wait until his fever goes down.

The family doctor came over quickly, and when he saw Shen Qingli, he nodded politely, "Miss Shen, what happened to the young master?"

"He has a fever, and it's quite severe."

"I just took his temperature. It's forty degrees."

The family doctor quickly put down the medical kit and gave Zhou Yanchen an IV drip to reduce his fever.

Not long after the antipyretic medicine was applied, Zhou Yanchen began to sweat all over, and his black shirt was soon wet.

Seeing this, Shen Qingli walked to his cloakroom as if he was familiar with the place and took out a set of pajamas.

"Doctor, please help him change it."

Of course the family doctor knew the current relationship between their young master and Shen Qingli.

How could he take advantage of such a good opportunity to get along with each other?

The family doctor nodded slightly, "Miss Shen, you should change it for the young master, you are a little clumsy."

Shen Qingli: “…” Considering that Zhou Yanchen had been getting up early and going to bed late to take care of the children recently, she didn’t say anything.

The family doctor quickly found an excuse to leave the room.

Zhou Yanchen's head was in a daze now. When he smelled that familiar fragrance, he became unusually well-behaved.

It didn't take much effort for Shen Qingli to take off his shirt.

After changing into dry pajamas, Zhou Yanchen's originally frowned brows began to relax a little.

After changing his shirt, Shen Qingli reached out and touched his trouser legs, which were also wet with sweat.

Although she was already familiar with the human body structure, the person in front of her was Zhou Yanchen, and she couldn't help but feel inexplicably nervous.

After changing Zhou Yanchen's clothes, Shen Qingli came out of the bedroom.

The family doctor had been standing in front of her. When he saw her come out, he hurried forward and said, "Miss Shen, can you stay tonight and help take care of the young master?"

"We're going back to the old house later. The old man has had a slight cold these past two days."

"Grandpa has a cold too? Is it serious?"

"Fortunately, he has gotten much better after taking the medicine, but the old man is old, so it's safer to keep him under guard."

"I understand. I'll go see grandpa tomorrow."

"Then you can go back now and just stay here and watch him."

The family doctor nodded repeatedly: “Miss Shen, thank you for your help.”

After the doctor left, Shen Qingli took Zhou Yanchen's temperature again. It was 30 degrees. Fortunately, the fever had subsided.

Seeing that there was still a lot of medicine in the bottle, she thought of making some porridge for him.

She went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, which was empty.

Didn’t Zhou Yanchen cook at home before?

She rummaged through the kitchen cabinets for a long time before she found a small bag of rice.

After cooking the porridge, Shen Qingli went upstairs to see Zhou Yanchen.

She came to the bed and saw that the man who had been sleeping was now awake.

The moment he saw Shen Qingli, a light flashed in his eyes.

"Xiao Li, why are you here?"

"Don't get too close to 놖, 놖 has a cold and will infect you."

"Changyou sent something over, and he told 놖."

"You have a high fever of 40 degrees, why don't you go to the hospital? What are you doing at home alone?"

As Shen Qingli spoke, she took his temperature. Fortunately, the temperature was now basically under control.

"I didn't expect the fever to be so high. I took some antipyretics and thought I would be fine after a good night's sleep."

"Are you worried?"

Shen Qingli didn't answer him and directly pulled out the needle from his hand.

"If you feel better, get up and have some porridge."

Zhou Yanchen didn't want to waste such a good opportunity to be alone with others.

“No strength.”

"You may not be able to get up now."

Shen Qingli looked at him and he didn't look like he couldn't get up.

"Would you like to eat something now?"

"Why don't you leave it there first, and go downstairs to eat it when you can get up later."

Shen Qingli felt that he said that on purpose.

"Wait."

After saying that, Shen Qingli turned around and walked downstairs.

Zhou Yanchen looked at her back, the curve of his lips growing bigger and bigger.

She is worried about him.

He glanced down and remembered that he didn't change into pajamas when he came back.

Could it be that...

Zhou Yanchen was secretly happy when he thought that Shen Qingli had changed his clothes.

Shen Qingli served a bowl of porridge and said, "Zhou Yanchen, don't you usually eat at home?"

"There's nothing in the kitchen."

"This small bag of rice will expire in a month."

"Aren't you a good cook? Didn't you cook it yourself before?"

He's weird, he can cook but he just learned it recently.

He learned it because he wanted to live in Shen Qingli's house.

Otherwise, if he did nothing, Shen Qingli would definitely kick him out in a few days.

But if he could do a lot of things and get along well with the kids, he would have a reason to stay there.

"That guy was a bit busy before, so he seldom came back to live here."

"Then why do you look so free now? Are you not working overtime?"

Zhou Yanchen: ... "I was alone before, but now it's different. Now that I have you, of course I will put my family first."

"That's not the case..."

Zhou Yanchen nodded repeatedly, "I know, I'll wait for your answer."

Shen Qingli said nothing more.

Zhou Yanchen ate the bowl of porridge clean. Even though it had no taste, he felt like he was eating nothing but sugar.

It was sweet to his heart.

The aftereffects of the fever were still quite strong and he had no strength at all.

The body is also sticky.

He wanted to take a bath, but Shen Qingli stopped him, "Your fever has just subsided, you can't take a bath."

"If you want to wash, you have to wait until tomorrow."

Zhou Yanchen responded obediently: "Okay, I'll listen to my wife."

"Who is your wife? If you keep yelling at me, I'll go back."

Zhou Yanchen surrendered immediately, "Okay, I won't call you...wife anymore."

"You still have to go to work tomorrow, so come up and sleep."

"I guess the other rooms haven't been cleaned yet."

"Go to sleep. Sleep on the sofa." After Shen Qingli said that, he went straight to where the quilts were placed and took out a quilt.

She simply washed up and lay down on the sofa.

"If you feel uncomfortable at night, call me."

"I'm asleep."

Shen Qingli closed her eyes. She had been busy in the hospital all day and tossed and turned most of the night. Soon she fell asleep.

Zhou Yanchen waited for a long time before he lifted the quilt and quietly got out of bed.

He took the mask and put it on, walked to the sofa, picked up the woman on the sofa and walked towards the bed.

Zhou Yanchen put Shen Qingli on the bed, and he lay down beside her carefully.

I turned sideways and just looked at her sleeping face quietly.

He wanted to hold her in his arms while sleeping, but he was afraid of waking her up.

Zhou Yanchen looked at her and raised his hand to gently brush away the hair on her face. “Xiao Li, our fate was destined twenty years ago.”