Chapter 4 The fever wasn't hers; she didn't do anything.
Cheng Wang sent Song Qingran a ten-minute video. In the video, more than a dozen bodyguards kicked the men and women who had watched her fall into the water the night before into the lake without any discrimination, and forbade them to come ashore.
The pampered young masters were soaking in the lake under the scorching sun, crying and cursing, but they couldn't find the culprit in their rants.
He Jinzhou and his wife Guo Shanshan were the only two who dared to call Cheng Wang by his full name, because they were the ones who had been abused the most.
While everyone else was soaking in the lake, they were repeatedly pulled out and kicked back in, nearly losing their lives in the process. Even so, they dared not say anything too harsh, after all, they were in the wrong and their power was not as great as that of noble families like the Cheng family.
Finally, when everyone was about to faint, the bodyguard told the young masters in the lake that if the couple slapped themselves, one of them could be released. The crying crowd immediately fell silent, staring at the couple menacingly, offering money or resorting to threats and coercion.
He Jinzhou was naturally unwilling. They were all young masters from wealthy families, and none of them wanted to lose face like this. Even though several families in the water were more powerful than his, he turned his head away and remained silent.
After a family friend threatened to terminate cooperation with the He family if he didn't save him, He Jinzhou was moved, but he couldn't get over his conscience and hesitated to take action.
Guo Shanshan was also severely scolded. If she hadn't pushed the person into the lake, they wouldn't have suffered this undeserved disaster. Unable to withstand the coercion, she cried and slapped herself. The bodyguard released the person as promised.
Once the door was opened, the others became even more hostile, forcing them to slap themselves. One of them even climbed out of the lake and slapped He Jinzhou hard, asking if this was acceptable.
After being given permission, the couple were slapped so hard their faces were bruised and swollen that they were unrecognizable. The farce ended with the two of them fainting.
Song Qingran opened her eyes wide and looked at it again and again, feeling increasingly happy. Although she didn't do it herself, she still felt very satisfied.
She stole a glance at the man lounging on the sofa, looking perfectly handsome without a single flaw, and once again felt that her decision was right.
She knew that Cheng Wang was the only person who could offend so many wealthy and powerful families at once, but he was not afraid at all because of his powerful background and his own strength.
So when she heard that the Cheng family had chosen her for a marriage alliance, she was only stunned for a moment before agreeing. Only in this way could she find a shortcut and strengthen herself in the shortest amount of time.
"Take this, the password is the same as before." Cheng Wang's voice pulled Song Qingran back to reality. Her eyes had barely focused when her hand had already taken the bank card he handed her.
She asked instinctively, "What is this?"
"apologize."
He seemed a little tired, speaking very little, with stray hairs sticking to his forehead, damp with fine sweat, and speaking weakly, looking listless.
Realizing it might be compensation from the He family, Song Qingran accepted the bank card without hesitation. Cheng Wang didn't care about this amount of money, but she was in dire need of it. When she was at her poorest, she had thought about using the card Cheng Wang had left behind half a year ago, but unfortunately she didn't know the password and was too ashamed to ask, so she ultimately didn't use it.
However, Cheng Wang said the password was the same as before. What was the password before? Why didn't she remember him mentioning a password?
"Sorry, I forgot..."
Song Qingran blinked, wanting to ask for the password, but when she saw the man's long eyelashes gently close, she stopped abruptly. He had already fallen asleep, his brows tightly furrowed, and he was not sleeping peacefully.
Secretary Zhou left at some point, and the room was quiet except for the soft breathing of her and him.
At this moment, Song Qingran lowered her guard and resumed her status as the mistress of the house, looking down at the man's pale and fragile face.
Asleep, he lost that oppressive aura that constantly invaded others' presence, like a male version of Sleeping Beauty, more handsome than any model she had ever seen, and she stared at him unconsciously for a long time.
When I came to my senses, the tips of my ears felt a little hot.
She fanned her burning cheeks and went back to her room. When she came out, she was carrying a thin blanket and a tablet. She covered the man's waist and abdomen with the blanket and didn't leave. She moved a small stool and sat down next to him.
Looking at Cheng Wang's near-perfect profile, Song Qingran's mind was filled with a bunch of strangely colored inspirations. She swallowed hard, picked up her pen to start creating, and glanced at him again when her eyes got tired. Before she knew it, she had lost track of time.
As dusk approached, the living room lights automatically turned on, and she realized it was already evening. Her stomach rumbled at the opportune moment, and she got up, stretched, and prepared to order takeout. A sidelong glance caught sight of Cheng Wang.
He remained motionless in the same position. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his shirt buttons with his heartbeat, she would have thought he was dead.
"Young Master Cheng," Song Qingran called out, bending down, "Is there anything you'd like to eat tonight? Are there any dietary restrictions?" She raised her voice several times, but he showed no sign of waking up.
My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly nudged his shoulder.
Still not awake? Is he sick?
I touched his forehead, but it burned my hand, so I pulled it back. Oh no, he really has a fever.
She bit her lip, blaming herself for being careless. He had just had leg surgery and was very weak, yet she only noticed now. Moreover, the doctor had said that he might have a fever.
She had fever reducers and fever patches at home, but she didn't dare use them, fearing they would interfere with the medication for his leg injury. She first applied a fever patch to his body and then consulted a doctor online before giving him the medication.
The doctor also suggested that she wipe his body to help reduce the fever, but this was not a suitable thing for her to do, so she simply called Secretary Zhou.
"Secretary Zhou, your boss has a fever. Would it be convenient for you to come and take care of him?"
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.
"ah........"
The phone seemed to fall to the ground with a thud, accompanied by a woman's gasp and a man's groan, before going silent.
After a long while, Secretary Zhou said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Madam, my girlfriend is not feeling well and I have to take her to the hospital. Besides, it's after get off work hours now."
"Then could you find someone...?"
She was met with a dial tone; the call was abruptly cut off.
"......."
After being rejected, Song Qingran was stunned for a moment. It was already 8 p.m., and no one was willing to take her job as a housekeeper. She had no choice but to resign herself to helping him wipe his body.
Cheng Wang was tall and heavy, and even heavier when he was unconscious. She couldn't move him at all, so she had to let him lie on the sofa. She filled a basin with warm water, wrung out a wet towel, wiped his face, and placed it on his forehead.
After wiping his neck, she unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time. Looking at the man's beautiful and muscular abs, she suddenly realized that serving someone wasn't so troublesome after all, and could even be considered a kind of enjoyment.
Song Qingran made no attempt to hide her admiration. After wiping his upper body, she changed him into a nightgown. From the waist down, she simply loosened his belt to allow him to relax, which was quite dignified.
As for the spectacular sight of the man lying down, she saw nothing.
Before going to bed, Song Qingran busied herself feeding Cheng Wang a cup of hot water and adjusting the air conditioner to a comfortable temperature. Finally, she dragged her tired body back to her room to rest.
the next day.
Sunlight streamed into the room through the window, but Song Qingran couldn't get up. Her body felt terribly sore and weak, as if she had been carrying bricks all day at a construction site.
Thinking of Cheng Wang, Song Qingran's eyes held a hint of resentment. He was so heavy; she couldn't even lift her hand to wipe his body.
This was the first time she had ever spent so much time and effort serving someone.
Although she was a little annoyed, she still mustered her spirits and got up. After all, she had just received a bribe last night, and she felt obligated to get up and take care of the patient.
However, when you open the wardrobe and want to change into a comfortable set of loungewear, the more you look, the more uncomfortable you feel.
She's used to not wearing a bra and wandering around the house freely, sometimes even just wearing a towel. She's very carefree. Now that there's a young, energetic man in the house, she insists on wearing a bra no matter what she does, which is quite annoying.
Frustrated, she changed her clothes and went to the bathroom outside to wash up. As soon as she appeared, she met Cheng Wang's gaze.
Song Qingran's face flushed red instantly, and she ran to the bathroom as if fleeing, slamming the door shut.
Cheng Wang hadn't put on a shirt, and the thin blanket was loosely piled around his waist. His pale skin was flushed with a light pink from the heat, revealing his eight-pack abs. Yet, his eyes were as indifferent as the morning mist, creating a strong contrast.
She had never seen such pure desire manifest itself so vividly in a man before.
After hastily brushing her teeth and washing her face, she still couldn't shake the warm feeling of accidentally touching the man's abs last night, and she felt a faint sense of self-reproach.
The bathroom temperature rose quickly, and even though she was covered in sweat, she didn't go out. Instead, she sat on a stool and ordered takeout, only opening the door reluctantly when the food was almost ready.
I put the takeout on the table, turned around, and found that the person on the sofa was gone, and I could hear the sound of water running in the bathroom.
About half an hour later, Cheng Wang came out with his clothes changed and his hair still wet.
Song Qingran rubbed her rumbling belly, glanced up quickly, and beckoned him over for breakfast.
"You must have had a hard night."
Cheng Wang calmly got up and moved effortlessly from the wheelchair to the chair. He took the millet porridge that Song Qingran handed him and stirred it gently with a spoon.
"Of course." She blinked and asked considerately, "Are you still running a fever? Are you feeling any better? Does your leg still hurt?"
"Much better."
Both of them were hungry. They exchanged a few awkward words and then buried themselves in their food. They had been taught etiquette since childhood, and they could eat breakfast without making a sound.
The surroundings were unusually quiet.
After finishing a steamed bun and drinking a glass of milk, Song Qingran was already full. In order not to waste food, she still peeled off her own tea egg and took a bite.
[My pants were gone when I woke up this morning. She must have taken them off. Did she see everything? I don't know if I'm satisfied.]
[Unfortunately, I didn't see him at full health.]
"Cough cough...cough..."
Song Qingran's pupils brightened and then suddenly widened. She choked on the egg yolk and coughed incessantly, covering her mouth.
Cheng Wang raised his lowered eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping over her inquisitively, while pushing the milk beside him towards her.
She choked so hard that tears fell onto the marble tabletop, glistening like water bubbles. After drinking half a cup of milk, she finally swallowed the egg yolk and her breathing returned to normal.
But she couldn't utter a single word of thanks. If it weren't for his unrestrained words, she wouldn't have choked up and lost face in front of him.
But upon further reflection, she wanted to argue that she hadn't taken off his pants at all, nor had she seen that thing. She wasn't him; she didn't have it.
He opened his mouth, but had no choice but to suffer in silence.
"I'm stuffed……"
She got up, wanting to escape the strange atmosphere of the living room, when her phone rang a few times. She glanced down at the screen and saw it was her mother, Song Yilian.
She pressed the answer button after entering the room, and as soon as the call connected, the woman's anger came through the receiver.
“Cheng Wang is back. Why didn’t you tell your father? We only found out from other people. He won’t answer our calls or reply to our messages. Has he grown too big for his britches? Remember this: without the Song family, the Cheng family would never have taken a liking to you…”
Song Qingran silenced her phone and turned it back on a few minutes later. "Mom, I fell into the water, and my phone is broken."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone before the person spoke again, their tone less aggressive but even colder.
"When will you change your impulsive nature? I heard that Cheng Wangwei was injured while saving you. You must take good care of him. Bring him home for dinner in a few days."
Without waiting for her reply, Song Yilian abruptly hung up the phone.
Song Qingran remained expressionless as she tapped the screen repeatedly, indeed seeing a phone call from her father and a greeting.
[Ranran, you fell into the water? Are you alright?]
She gave a brief reply.
[fine. ]
The room felt stuffy, so she opened the door to get some fresh air. To her surprise, she saw Cheng Wang on the balcony, his back to her, also on the phone.
Hearing the noise, he turned his head, slightly lifting his eyelids, and said in a somewhat roguish voice, "My leg is broken, I'm not going!"
He hung up the phone.
Her phone rang, but it wasn't her father or her mother, Song Yilian; it was a string of unfamiliar numbers.
A note from the author:
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[Dog head carrying a rose] I'm going to get back to work, keep updating!
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