Chapter 30 Fever You're very cold now, extremely cold. ...

Liang Minghe remained unmoved by the new title, still obediently resting his head on Zhou Jinqin's shoulder.

That's true, he's just "brother." Men his age have been called that countless times, so it's not much different from the usual titles we've heard.

The two were pressed close together. Zhou Jinqin, whose mind was hazy, could no longer tell whether the rising body temperature came from herself or from the man beside her who was pent up with desire.

Even academic high-achievers who can effortlessly excel in academics now have to struggle to find the next answer on the test of love.

Seeing that the other person hadn't said anything for a long time, Liang Ming looked up at her suspiciously: "Why did you stop?"

The man's eyes were red all over his face, and his voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

Zhou Jinqin looked at him, hesitant to speak, and said, "You don't seem to like any of them..."

Liang Minghe hugged her tighter, his breathing becoming heavier: "I don't dislike it. Just like before, call my name again, okay?"

Yes, he didn't reject the new title at all; it was her own unilateral and erroneous conclusion.

The man's burning gaze remained fixed on her, and Zhou Jinqin felt as if countless sparks were piercing her body, making her feel unbearably hot.

She flinched for a moment, then, extremely ashamed, whispered again, "Brother...brother."

The sound, carrying a rich peach aroma, entered his ears, and Liang Minghe's naturally hazy eyes became even more dazed. His Adam's apple visibly moved, followed by a muffled, strained groan from his throat.

He paused for a moment, readjusted himself, and spoke in an even hoarse voice: "More."

Sensing the change in the man's demeanor, Zhou Jinqin blushed even more, and when she spoke again, her voice was barely audible: "Brother..."

"I want more."

"elder brother."

"want……"

"..."

Zhou Jinqin thought she would get used to it by repeating it over and over again, but this was clearly different from practice problems, and the method of winning by quantity was not applicable in this scenario.

Zhou Jinqin saw through it and refused to cooperate any longer.

She pushed his chest and said angrily, "Liang Minghe, are you playing a trick on me?"

He promised to call her and he would solve the problem, but not only has there been no progress, he almost dragged her back into the "sea of ​​fire".

The soft, gentle Wu dialect naturally carries a charming quality, and coupled with the woman in his arms's inherently shy demeanor, it sounded like she was being coquettish, making his ears feel tingly and numb.

Liang Ming hugged her tighter, his breathing became erratic, and his once-proud standard pronunciation had long since become indistinct.

He chuckled softly, "Yeah, I'm so bad."

“But baby,” Liang Minghe’s lips pressed against her chest, his hot breath pounding against her heartbeat, “if I surrender so quickly, it seems like you’ll be the one crying.”

Zhou Jinqin, already burning with pent-up heat, suddenly felt like she was boiling over. She stammered, unable to speak, and after a long pause, she could only puff out her cheeks and innocently curse him with a meaningless, "Pervert!"

Liang Minghe stood rooted to the spot, no longer having the energy to tease her, but he couldn't help leaving a wet bite mark at the lowest point of her neckline.

He nibbled and gasped for breath, and after a long while, he and the woman in his arms trembled slightly together, before he hugged her tightly again.

The man's irregular breathing swirled around Zhou Jinqin's ear: "Thank you, wife."

Zhou Jinqin wasn't sure if this difficult battle was completely over, but that didn't matter, because no matter the outcome, she would surrender.

"Um... I'm going to sleep now, you can play by yourself." Zhou Jinqin broke free from the man's embrace and staggered towards the room without looking back.

Zhou Jinqin had been curled up in bed for a long time, and when her consciousness was in a daze, her body fell into a cold embrace.

"Cold?" A pleasant, clear voice rang out.

Zhou Jinqin struggled to lift her heavy eyelids. The clock on the wall had already moved two notches. She didn't respond with her eyes still blurry, but subconsciously clenched the blanket and curled up into a ball. The answer was already obvious.

Liang Ming released his hands from her waist, creating some distance between them. He reached out and tucked the blanket around her. In the dim moonlight, he looked at the woman's gentle, tired face. He smiled slightly and kissed her forehead with his still-warm lips.

"Thanks for your hard work."

It was so hot, a sticky, humid heat, and it was under this sensation that Zhou Jinqin woke up.

She didn't know when, but she was once again tightly held in the arms of the man behind her.

Just as she was about to fly into a rage and accuse him of pushing his luck, the thin layer of fine beads of sweat she touched choked her words.

Zhou Jinqin was startled and quickly turned around, reaching out to feel Liang Minghe's forehead temperature. Sure enough, he had a fever.

The slightly cool hand lingered on the burning skin, and Liang Minghe subconsciously moved closer, wanting to take more.

Zhou Jinqin touched his equally flushed face, frowned, and asked, "Did you take a cold shower yesterday?"

"Mmm." Liang Minghe nodded obediently, rubbing his cheek against her hand again and again.

Zhou Jinqin was both angry and helpless: "Don't you know this will make you sick?"

Liang Minghe's voice was muffled: "Do I have a fever? I'm sorry, I feel really awful."

In that situation, even if cold water has no practical effect, it's good to at least reduce the heat in your body.

Seeing how obedient he was, Zhou Jinqin couldn't bring herself to scold him. She sighed and gently coaxed him, "I didn't mean to blame you."

She wiped his sweat and asked, "Is there a first-aid kit here?"

Liang Minghe thought for a long time before finally saying, "Yes, it should be on the shelf next to the TV cabinet."

"Okay, you lie there quietly, I'll go get you some medicine," Zhou Jinqin instructed.

According to Liang Minghe, Zhou Jinqin easily found a medicine box, which she carried to the floor, opened, and carefully searched for the medicine she needed.

The medicine cabinet mainly contains common household medicines, including many types for fever, but most of them are expired.

Continuing to store these expired medicines in the medicine cabinet could lead to accidental ingestion, so Zhou Jinqin simply took stock of the expired medicines and planned to put them in a clean trash can for separate storage, so that they could be easily disposed of as hazardous waste later.

She had just changed the bag in the living room trash can the night before. Zhou Jinqin pulled it over and threw in the amoxicillin that had expired three years earlier.

A very faint clanging sound came from inside the trash can.

There's something in the trash can? Zhou Jinqin peeked out in surprise and found a square box.

She remembered; Liang Minghe had angrily thrown it in when he was looking for a condom.

Zhou Jinqin took it out and looked at it. It was clearly a box of condoms, and the production date was still fresh. How could it have been thrown away?

As she pondered, she glanced at the size instructions on the back of the box. It was a medium size, suitable for most men, but obviously not for exceptional men like Liang Minghe.

So, who gave it to you? Or rather, who is it for?

Although Liang Minghe stated that the house was not in his name, given his ability to come and go freely and his intimate knowledge of the house's layout, even if he wasn't the owner, he was a frequent visitor with absolute usage rights.

Before her, would he bring other people here like this?

Zhou Jinqin unconsciously clenched the box in her hand until Tuantuan and Mimi snuggled into her arms, bringing her back to her senses.

Zhou Jinqin patted the kitten and threw the condom in her hand into another trash can.

Liang Minghe picked up the lukewarm water, which was now palatable, and drank the fever-reducing medicine. With a slightly nasal voice, he asked Zhou Jinqin, "Are you angry?"

"No." Zhou Jinqin flung down the mercury line that had spiked to the 38 mark, without looking at the man on the bed.

"Then why are you ignoring me?" Liang Minghe lifted the blanket and put his arm around her waist. "You're very cold right now, extremely cold."

Why argue with a patient? Zhou Jinqin sighed and patted the back of his hand resting on her lower abdomen: "You're overthinking it. Go to sleep. You'll feel better after a good night's rest."

Although he could sense that something was wrong with her, Liang Minghe was too busy to think about it. He was so feverish that his mind was foggy, and with the effects of the medication, he was completely disoriented.

He forced himself to make a request: "Then take a look at me."

Zhou Jinqin was stunned for a moment, then turned around and glanced at him helplessly. When she saw his soft and beautiful eyes, the pent-up anger quietly dissipated, and she compromised, asking him, "Is this okay?"

"Hmm," Liang Ming responded in a muffled voice.

Finally, he was completely exhausted and obediently lay back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was still dark, but it was already afternoon, and outside the window was a raging thunderstorm.

The blanket covering Liang Ming was very heavy. He turned his head and saw that the kitten was lying close to him, but his wife was not there.

He touched his body; it was very dry, most likely the result of Zhou Jinqin's efforts all night.

Liang Minghe hugged Tuantuan, who was snuggling up to him, and slipped on his slippers before walking out of the room.

In the open kitchen, porridge was bubbling on the stove, while Zhou Jinqin was peeling pears at the sink next to her.

When he arrived, she didn't show much emotion. She just glanced at him casually, told him there was porridge in the pot and to serve himself, and then went back to her work.

Liang Minghe turned off the stove and, holding the cat, examined her indifferent expression.

Zhou Jinqin asked, "What are you looking at?"

Liang Minghe said, "Let's see if there's any reason for your anger written on your face."

“I’m not angry,” Zhou Jinqin emphasized.

"But you're different now."

"What's different?"

"They don't kiss me, they don't look at me, and they don't even want to talk to me."

Seeing that she put down what she was holding, Liang Minghe also put down the cat and quickly picked it up. Zhou Jinqin's hands were dirty, and she couldn't push him away. After struggling a few times to no avail, she let him do as he pleased.

Liang Minghe said in a deep voice, "When you're used to something, it's hard to notice your own problems. If you think I've done something wrong, please tell me and I'll change. But could you please stop giving me the silent treatment?"

He rubbed his cool face against her neck, his pale, sickly expression somewhat dejected: "I'm very sad."

Zhou Jinqin was speechless for a moment. She hated the lack of communication in her family the most. She was the one who hated the cold war the most. How come she had become the initiator of this war without gunpowder?

She blinked her slightly sore eyes, remained silent for a long time, and was about to muster up the courage to ask when the doorbell rang.

Liang Ming and the child angrily covered her ears to stop her from hearing: "Ignore them."

How could she not care? Zhou Jinqin looked at him helplessly, unable to move her hands, so she tiptoed and left a comforting kiss on his chin.

She looked up at him and promised, "I'll tell you when it's just the two of us, okay?"

She gestured to him, "Go open the door, don't keep them waiting."

Zhou Jinqin initially thought it was a garbage collector coming to her door, but she didn't expect that a man in a suit and tie would walk in.

The newcomer was tall and upright with a dignified appearance. Even though he was soaked by the rain, he did not look disheveled at all. His aura of a person in a high position was natural.

Liang Minghe's face was cold: "What are you doing here?"

The man had a faint, cold smile on his lips. He glanced at Liang Minghe without any emotion, then walked straight past him into the house, ignoring him.

The man's steady steps stopped about two meters away from Zhou Jinqin. He gave her a polite smile and introduced himself, "Hello, Miss Zhou, my surname is Liang, my name is Liang Zongqiang, and I'm Liang Minghe's..."

He paused for a moment at the crucial point before slowly adding, "Dad."

It's not hard to tell that they are father and son. Apart from their physical resemblance, their voices are also remarkably similar, easily captivating the heart.

Should she call him "Dad"? Zhou Jinqin was at a loss for words.

Seeing her embarrassment, Liang Zongqiang said calmly, "Logically, you should also call me Dad, but Liang Minghe hasn't acknowledged me for a long time. If you want, you can call me Chairman Liang along with him."

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Author's note: Thank you for the nutrient solution! [heart emoji]

Xiao Ming: You cold-hearted woman! [Angry]

Xiaoqin: Oh, and then? [Rolls eyes]

Xiaoming: Never mind, I still love you. (Expressions: [helpless] → [pitiful] → [hug])