Fu Xingyun's brow twitched, and he asked warily, "Who is Old Wang next door?"

Lin Qiong: "The old man with the rags."

"..."

Lin Qiong cut up the mango and took out some cream. Then the two sat down in the living room.

He picked up his fork, speared a piece of fruit, and popped it into his mouth. Looking at the person, he muttered, "How have you been these past few days?"

The house was clean and tidy with no mess, and the person seemed to be alive and well, so it seemed that there were no major problems in their life these past few days.

Fu Xingyun glanced at him with a very calm expression, "As you can see."

Lin Qiong said, "Oh, I didn't starve to death."

"..."

Thinking about whether the other person would have enough to eat while he was gone for three days, Lin Qiong asked, "Have you been ordering takeout these past few days?"

"Um."

Fu Xingyun lied to avoid being seen, saying that he didn't like the smell of food from outside and that his subordinates had been bringing him meals for the past few days.

To outsiders, Fu Xingyun is now seen as a powerless and insignificant person, a lone bird with its wings broken, seemingly unnoticed by anyone, yet everyone is wary of him.

He couldn't guarantee that there were no spies around, and he absolutely couldn't let anyone know if any of his subordinates had come by.

Although Lin Qiong doesn't seem suspicious right now, one should still be wary of him.

Lin Qiong didn't doubt it after hearing this, and continued to ask, "Is my cooking tastier, or is takeout tastier?"

Thinking about the meals that had been hard to swallow these past few days, the man didn't lie this time, "You made it."

He used to eat these dishes sent by his subordinates, all prepared by the head chef, and he hadn't thought much of it before. But compared to Lin Qiong's cooking, they were indeed quite inferior.

"Really!" The young man's face lit up instantly upon hearing this.

Lin Qiong chewed on a mango, the sweet taste lingering on her tongue. Then she pushed the fruit plate towards Fu Xingyun as if presenting a treasure, her eyes sparkling. "Try it, it's so sweet."

"

Seeing Lin Qiong eating happily with her cheeks puffed out, Fu Xingyun also took a piece.

It is indeed quite sweet.

"hiss……"

A soft, sharp cry of pain came from behind him. The man looked up at the person covering their mouth. "What's wrong?"

Lin Qiong's clear eyes instantly welled up with tears from the pain, and then she grinned pitifully, "I bit my tongue."

Fu Xingyun: "I can tell."

"..."

Lin Qiong covered her mouth, her face looking grim.

Seeing the person wincing in pain, the man tapped his long fingers on the wheelchair, paused for a moment, and then spoke, "Show me."

Lin Qiong didn't refuse after hearing this, so she lifted her buttocks and moved closer to the person, then stretched them out for everyone to see.

A small cut was visible on the pale pink side of the tongue, and bright red blood was slowly oozing out.

Lin Qiong stared at the other person with her mouth slightly open, "What's wrong?"

Fu Xingyun pinched the person's chin and looked them over. There was only one wound. "It's alright."

Lin Qiong felt a little wronged after hearing this, "But I feel pain."

"It's definitely going to hurt," the man said coldly. "If you bite any harder, you'll kill yourself."

"..." Lin Qiong was surprised, "Didn't you say it was still popular?"

Fu Xingyun: "Aren't you still alive?"

"..."

Lin Qiong pouted unhappily after hearing this, "You're so heartless!"

Fu Xingyun: ?

"You don't care about me at all." Lin Qiong spoke with a thick tongue, standing on the moral high ground to condemn the man. "With a body temperature of thirty-seven degrees, Que said such cold words, it scares me."

Fu Xingyun: ...

What do you want?

Lin Qiong tilted her head back and said, "Concerned about me."

Love can't wait, call me baby now.

Fu Xingyun was momentarily at a loss after hearing this. He was completely inept at showing concern for people, and now that he was asked to do so, he didn't know how to start. But seeing the expectant look in the man's eyes, he braced himself and decided to speak.

Does it hurt?

Lin Qiong tapped her head hard. "Ouch!"

After a few seconds of silence, the man said dryly, "Hmm."

"..."

Lin Qiong sighed deeply, "Never mind."

He might as well comfort himself.

Fu Xingyun looked at the person as if he wanted to say something, but the next moment he saw Lin Qiong get up and go to the bathroom to check on her injuries.

Lin Qiong checked her injuries, then rinsed her mouth, waiting for the taste of blood and rust to dissipate before coming out.

Fu Xingyun recognized him and stepped forward to ask, "How is it?"

Without hesitation, Lin Qiong replied, "I'll talk back, but it hurts when I speak."

Remembering the comforting words the other person had given, Fu Xingyun said, "Then you should talk less."

Lin Qiong: ...

After preparing dinner, the two sat down at the table. Looking at Mount Everest in his bowl and the Badaling Basin in the other's bowl, Fu Xingyun asked, "Is this all we're eating?"

Lin Qiong nodded, her fluffy head drooping. "My tongue hurts."

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Looks like I'm going to have hungry dreams tonight.

After dinner, the two returned to their respective rooms. Three days later, Lin Qiong met her jacuzzi again. During those three days, she had been thinking about it day and night, and it truly felt like three autumns had passed since she last saw it.

She lay limp and sprawled in the jacuzzi like a jelly.

That's the feeling~

Because she had no work pressure, Lin Qiong slept exceptionally well that night and didn't have any dreams about hunger.

The next morning, when I went out to take out the trash, I saw that old man in tattered clothes dressed in designer brands not far away.

The old man, who was also looking at Lin Qiong, was a little surprised. "Where have you been these past few days? I haven't seen you at all."

Lin Qiong threw away the trash and said, "Time to get back to work."

The old man, who was rummaging through trash cans in the next area, suddenly realized, "He went to the next area to rummage through the trash cans."

"..."

Lin Qiong: "No, I'm on a business trip."

The old man, who was dealing with rags, exclaimed in surprise, "You actually have a legitimate job!"

Lin Qiong looked puzzled. "...Otherwise what?"

The old man, noticing the strange accent the other person spoke, asked, "Did you suffer a work injury?"

Lin Qiong slurred and thought for a moment, "I guess it's detailed."

The old man, who was dealing with rags, said to the person, "Why weren't you more careful?"

Lin Qiong was touched; indeed, older people know how to care for others.

Your grandpa is still your grandpa after all.

The next moment, the old man in the rags continued, "He talks like he's had a stroke."

"..."

Lin Qiong :)

The old man, dressed in rags, glanced behind the group and asked, "Why haven't I seen you walking your dog today?"

After hearing this, Lin Qiong corrected him seriously, "That's not a little dog, it's my companion."

The old man, who was dealing with rags, suddenly realized, "So that's what you two are like."

Lin Qiong nodded, went home, prepared breakfast, and waited for people to come downstairs to eat.

He sat in the restaurant waiting and waiting, but even after the porridge stopped steaming, no one came down.

Lin Qiong was a little puzzled, then went upstairs. Finding no one in the study, she went to the bedroom.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door. "Xingyun, it's time for dinner!"

One second, two seconds... ten seconds...

Seeing that there was still no sound from inside, Lin Qiong knocked on the door again and continued, "If you don't come down soon, the food will get cold!!!"

But inside, it remained completely silent.

Lin Qiong frowned, turned the doorknob, and broke down the door.

The room was dimly lit with blackout curtains drawn, and the person lying motionless in the center of the bed.

!!

Lin Qiong rushed forward: "Big Brother! No, Xingyun, what happened to you?!"

Fu Xingyun felt his body was very heavy and his head was about to split open; his eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The man looked up at the newcomer, his voice hoarse and weak, "I'm not swollen."

"..."

Seeing the person who had inexplicably appeared in his room, Fu Xingyun frowned, "How did you get in?"

Without hesitation, Lin Qiong replied, "The duck that walked in."

"..."

Lin Qiong patted the person's cheek, trying to bring them back to their senses, "Why don't you go to Qifan Duck?"

However, this touch burned him; the other person's body temperature was inexplicably hot.

Lin Qiong looked at the man's handsome face, which was flushed with an abnormal blush, and quickly reached out to cover his forehead. Then, her voice was slightly flustered, "Fu Xingyun, wake up."

"You're being horny!"

Fu Xingyun: ...

Lin Qiong wrapped the blanket around him and asked, "How are you feeling? Are you feeling down anywhere?"

Fu Xingyun said casually, "Headache."

Lin Qiong went out to get a first-aid kit and came back, then tried to help the person up to take their temperature.

He grabbed the person's arm and shouted, "One, two, three, let's go!"

Lin Qiong pulled the person up from the bed and leaned him against her, but she didn't expect him to be so heavy.

He shook the thermometer and tucked it under the person's armpit to prevent them from moving around. Lin Qiong then held the person's arm with her hand.

Upon touching him, he discovered that the other person's arm was much firmer than he had imagined, seemingly without any soft, flabby flesh. However, since the person was aroused, he didn't pay much attention to these details.

Five minutes later, it was 37.6 degrees Celsius.

Lin Qiong's brow twitched; she already had a fever.

They then searched the first-aid kit, only to find that there were no fever reducers inside.

Lin Qiong had a headache for a moment, then picked up a quilt and wrapped the person in it. "Xingyun, I'm going to buy medicine now. You wait for me at home. I'll be back soon."

The man responded listlessly, clearly distressed.

Lin Qiong then picked up her keys and went out, making the round trip to the pharmacy in just ten minutes.

When Lin Qiong returned, she opened the door and was startled.

Fu Xingyun's face was flushed from a fever, and the blanket on his body was thrown aside. He was now raising his hand to unbutton his pajamas, exposing most of his firm chest to the air.

Lin Qiong rushed forward and pulled the person's clothes up, "What are you doing?!"

The person already has a fever, so we can't let them get cold.

Fu Xingyun frowned and tried to unbutton his shirt, his tone extremely rude, "It's hot."

Lin Qiong quickly grabbed the person's hand, "The room temperature is 28 degrees Celsius, and you're 38 degrees Celsius, how can you not feel hot?!"

Fu Xingyun: ...

Lin Qiong then quickly gave the person fever-reducing medicine and water to drink.

"Try to sweat it out now; that will help you recover faster."

As she spoke, Lin Qiong, fearing that the person would kick off the blanket again, wrapped the person up like a cat or worm.

But unfortunately, the fever didn't go down even after taking the antipyretic. After feeding the child, we took their temperature again, and this time it was a whopping 38.3 degrees Celsius.

Lin Qiong quickly touched the person's cheek, "Xingyun, are you alright?"

The other person frowned and didn't say anything, clearly extremely upset.

Lin Qiong had no choice but to contact Ji Yao to ask if he had a family doctor who could make a home visit.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"What's up, sister?"

Lin Qiong: "Xingyun is being horny!"

"..."

There was a deathly silence on the other end, then Ji Yao took a deep breath and said, "Why are you telling me he's being horny?"