Chapter 275: Stand Up Again

[The universal and highly effective potion is ready. Please choose the one to use.]

【Recommended user: Dong Mei】

As Zhao Xiaojing clicked, the potion turned into a ball of green light and floated in front of her eyes. Zhao Xiaojing looked at the prompt and silently recited Dong Mei's name. Then the green light passed through the wall and disappeared in the direction of Dong Mei's bedroom.

[Ding~ Series of tasks dispatched]

[Series Task 3: Prepare a simple reunion dinner that suits Dong Mei's taste.]

【Please select whether to accept】

【whether】

After using the props, Zhao Xiaojing was about to fall asleep when the system made another soft beep.

Zhao Xiaojing took a glance and calmly accepted the task. She didn't bother to think about why she had to prepare the reunion dinner, and why Dong Mei didn't go to Zhou Jianye's parents' house for the reunion dinner as usual.

If you don’t accept it, the system will start a countdown. There is no accurate answer even if you ask the system.

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The next morning, Zhao Xiaojing woke up to Zhou Jianye's cursing and incessant sneezing.

"I'm drunk, A-choo! ... I definitely didn't know, the whole night... sneeze! Don't you know to get up and check on me? A-choo!"

"I just don't believe it... A-choo! You didn't hear anything when I came back?"

"Are you pretending? You,... Achoo!... You can't stand seeing me, can you?"

"Otherwise I wouldn't want to come back, Aa...choo! How cruel! In the middle of winter, he made me... Aa...choo! ...Aa...choo! Sleeping on the sofa? Why don't you give me a blanket?!"

Zhou Jianye's voice was thick with nasal twang and an uncanny tone. Perhaps it was because he'd been treated so well back home before, that he cursed Dong Mei for not taking care of him when she slept drunk on the sofa this time. Amidst these emotional ups and downs, the usual indifference and icy sting in his tone faded considerably.

Zhao Xiaojing curled her lips in sarcasm. Zhou Jianye always got drunk whenever he drank. She'd seen this countless times over the years. Every time he got drunk, Dong Mei would scold him profusely, yet she'd still wipe his face, pour him water, undress him, and tuck him in. But what good was it? The next day, Zhou Jianye didn't even offer a single word of sympathy or apology. Instead, he'd just ignore Dong Mei's scolding and continue drinking that night.

"I told you to drink? You told me when you got back? Are you blind that there's a quilt in the guest room? Stop getting mad at me all morning! If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital and go to the emergency room. It's not me who gave you a cold, so you deserve it!"

Dong Mei cursed back angrily.

Zhao Xiaojing smiled sincerely. Hearing Dong Mei's voice filled with anger and harshness again, she felt relieved. She turned her head to check the time and sat up from the bed.

Dong Mei always spoke harshly to people close to her, so much so that both Zhou Chuyan and herself hated the way she spoke. They thought she would never change in her life and couldn't expect her to be nice to them.

However, this time Zhao Xiaojing hadn't seen her for half a year, and in the short time when she still kept smiling at her, she faced this heavy blow in her life. The double buff was superimposed, and Zhao Xiaojing had to see the fragile Dong Mei for two days.

She was much gentler, but Zhao Xiaojing suddenly found that facing such a Dong Mei was more stressful. She couldn't help but feel desolate and uncomfortable, and even hoped that she could stand up again, even if she was not likable.

Unexpectedly, after one night, Dong Mei stood up again on her own. Although half of it was probably due to paralysis and disguise, it still made people feel a little relieved.

But Zhou Jianye would never have thought that, on a seemingly ordinary day, his wife, who was as annoying as ever, had actually quietly changed overnight. Everything was the same as before, just the norm before the storm.

Zhao Xiaojing was getting dressed and folding the quilt while listening to the noise outside.

Zhou Jianye was still cursing, saying that Dong Mei was cursing him and couldn't bear to see him get better by asking him to go to the hospital during the New Year, and he was also climbing over the wall to ask Dong Mei where the medicine box was.

By the time Zhao Xiaojing finished getting dressed and leaving the house, Zhou Jianye had just fished out the thermometer and was squinting at it again and again. "Dong Mei! A-choo! ... Dong Mei!"

"Good morning, Third Uncle." Zhao Xiaojing glanced at him, greeted him and prepared to go into the bathroom.

"Hey, Xiaojing, come here... A-choo!... Help me check!" Zhou Jianye saw Zhao Xiaojing and waved hurriedly. "Look, what's the temperature?"

"Oh, 39 degrees, uncle, you have a fever." Zhao Xiaojing looked at him in the light, appearing concerned, but secretly happy. "What should I do? The clinics are closed during Chinese New Year. I can only go to the hospital for emergency treatment."

"Dong Mei! It's New Year's Day and you, ah... sneeze! Feeling better? I have a fever and you, ah-choo! ...Are you satisfied now? Ah..."

Dong Mei came out of the guest room with her eyebrows raised and an angry look on her face. "Why don't you ask your friends if they are satisfied? It would be better if you stayed at their house and didn't come back and let them tuck you in. Who are you bothering during the New Year? Your mother will call soon. Don't blame me if I'm late and it affects your family reunion! It's not that I didn't go to help earlier!"

"What do you mean? A-choo!... I'm in such a fever, and you're still thinking of going to the reunion?" Zhou Jianye was covered in rotten yellow cotton wool he'd fished out from somewhere. He was shivering and his face was getting paler and paler. He was still holding his breath and raging, "You're going to the reunion instead of taking me to the hospital?"

Just as she was cursing fiercely, Dong Mei's cell phone on the table rang. Dong Mei took a look and immediately got up and turned on the phone.

"When are you coming? What time is it?" As soon as Zhou Jianye answered the phone, his mother's rude voice came.

"Ask your son! Your son drank until midnight yesterday, and came back in the early morning with a cold and couldn't get up. You still blame me. How dare you! Ask him yourself, ask him what time it was?!" Dong Mei retorted rudely and threw the phone in front of Zhou Jianye.

"Hey! Jianye has a cold?" the other side asked hurriedly.

"Mom, I... A-choo! I don't have a cold, I have a fever... A-choo! I can't go out today, I have to, A-choo! A-choo! Go to the hospital and get an injection." Zhou Jianye said intermittently to the phone while frantically tearing the toilet paper on the table.

"Okay, okay, oh, how could this be so serious? Dong Mei, please rush to the hospital! It's Chinese New Year, so hurry up and get him some injections and medicine. I'll also tell your sister and the others not to visit you guys tomorrow for the New Year. Get some rest!"

"Hang up!" Before Zhou Jianye could reply, Dong Mei rolled her eyes and hung up the phone.

"Hey, you... Achoo! You really... Achoo! Achoo!" Zhou Jianye frowned and was about to say something to Dong Mei when he started sneezing again.

Despite having an immunity buff that made her immune to all diseases, Zhao Xiaojing still hurried to the bathroom. Dong Mei also stood two steps away in disgust, "Why are you so hesitant? Are you going to the hospital or not? If you want to go, get going!"