Chapter 535
Zong Mu's imposing manner softened. "Um, maybe that's possible?"
Wen Xin couldn't help but glare at him, her tone harsh, "Are you out of your mind?"
Such a serious wound got wet.
Zong Mu wasn't angry at her for being mean to him; instead, he laughed.
His smile was gentle and slightly satisfied, completely different from his usual enigmatic, ambiguous smile.
He held her small hand. "You care about me?"
Wen Xin tried to pull her hand away, but when she saw him gasp as if in pain, she froze, afraid of aggravating his wound.
"Let go."
"I don't!"
"..."
"Zong Mu."
Zong Mu buried his face in her hands, smiling sweetly, "I'm so happy that you came to see me and care about me, really."
Wen Xin pursed her lips. "Get up."
"Little rabbit, please don't be angry with me, please don't ignore me, okay? I'm sad, I'm really sad."
The boy looked at her with the pitiful, puppy-dog gaze; who could resist that?
Wen Xin's stern expression crumbled, and she softened her voice, "I'm not angry. I'll go get the first-aid kit to treat your wound."
"oh."
Zong Mu obediently let go of her hand this time, but his gaze remained fixed on her.
Wen Xin was a little helpless, but didn't say much. She found the first-aid kit, carefully cleaned his wound with iodine, changed the gauze, and found the medicine the doctor prescribed for him last night, which he had casually thrown into a corner, indicating that he originally did not intend to take it.
This person is really...
"Let me pour you a glass of water, take your medicine first."
Wen Xin looked up and spoke to him, but met his overly intense gaze.
she:"???"
Only then did she realize that because she was helping him change his dressing, they were too close, and her breath was falling on his skin, so what was he doing?
Zong Mu's eyes flickered, and he shifted his body slightly, as if trying to hide something.
Wen Xin patted the cold towel onto his face without any expression.
Does he have even the slightest awareness that he is a minor?
Do you want to be put in a dark room or what?
Zong Mu, who was being filmed, yanked off the towel. The arrogant and fierce boy stared at her with a pitiful expression, not feeling at all that he had started the trouble.
So what if he likes white rabbits?
Why doesn't the little white rabbit like him? Why is it being mean to him?
I feel so wronged!
Wen Xin silently repeated "Don't argue with a feverish lunatic" several times before pouring a glass of warm water and saying irritably, "Take your medicine."
Are you angry?
"No."
"Yes, you're angry."
"Stop talking nonsense and take your medicine."
Zong Mu was completely bewildered by the scolding, his eyes glazed over. "I must be dreaming. How could a little white rabbit come to see me, and how could she scold me?"
Having accidentally distorted her persona, Wen Xin took a deep breath and told herself to stay calm and not let the madness lead her astray.
Seeing that the guy was almost delirious from the fever, Wen Xin couldn't bring herself to be angry. Helplessly, she reached out to support him and feed him medicine.
He would eat whatever she fed him, so obedient that it softened one's heart, as if he would gladly accept poison even if she fed him.
Alas, who could resist a rebellious and aloof young man submitting to them?
"Cough cough..."
"Be careful, how come you choked on your medicine?"
Wen Xin gently patted his back, afraid that his coughing would tear open his wound.
Zong Mu, however, did not care about his injuries at all, and gave her a gentle smile with a hint of ingratiation.
Wen Xin felt a pang in her heart. She touched his forehead and whispered, "Zong Mu, you don't have to do this."
She never intended to break his pride.
Although she always called him a crazy teenager, there was no denying that he was truly dazzling, proud and confident, as scorching as a flame, unattainable.
"I just... don't like you giving me the silent treatment all the time."
Zong Mu carefully buried his face in her shoulder. "I know it's my fault, little white rabbit. Don't ignore me at all."
Wen Xin touched his hair, which was unexpectedly soft. "I didn't."
"If you feel unwell, just go to sleep."
Zong Mu shook his head. "If I don't sleep, you'll leave."
Wen Xin chuckled, "I'm not leaving for now, go to sleep."
The sick boy shed his sharp edges, revealing a hint of vulnerability, and asked, "Will I still be able to see you when I wake up?"
Wen Xin nodded.
Zong Mu smiled, pursing his lips. "Don't lie to me."
Wen Xin pressed him back onto the sofa, "Go to sleep."
"Little rabbit, you were really fierce today."
Zong Mu muttered something to himself and then drifted off to sleep, probably because he was extremely tired.
Wen Xin sighed helplessly again, picked up her phone, and sent a text message to her mother first, so that her mother wouldn't worry if she didn't see her when she got home.
Afterwards, he replied to Wan Dapeng's message... Despite being ruthlessly abandoned by Zong Mu, Dapeng, the housekeeper, still upheld his professional ethics with a heavy heart and cared about his employer's health.
There was nothing I could do; after all, Brother Mu was my good brother and my benefactor.
He can endure any abuse!
Wen Xin told him the truth.
To make it easier to stay in touch, the two added each other on WeChat.
Dapeng Spreads Its Wings: Wen, why don't you persuade Brother Mu to go to the hospital?
Mu Xiaoxinguang: He's relatively stable now. Let's observe him a bit more. If his fever doesn't break by the afternoon, we'll have to take him to the hospital.
Dapeng Spreads Its Wings: Okay, thank you, Wen.
Mu Xiaoxin: No need. By the way, is it troublesome to order takeout here?
Dapeng Spreads Its Wings: What does Wen want to eat? I'll go buy it for her.
Wen Xin thought for a moment and didn't stand on ceremony with him, telling him to bring her any lunch he wanted and to cook a bowl of minced meat porridge for Zong Mu.
Wan Dapeng said he would take care of everything.
Of course, it's impossible to just get Wen Xin a random meal. If Brother Mu found out that he had mistreated his little darling, wouldn't he be furious?
Wan Dapeng asked solicitously: "Does Wen need anything else?"
Wen Xin thanked her and said it wasn't necessary.
As for why Zongmu was injured, she didn't ask any further questions.
Wan Dapeng's previous vague answers clearly indicated that he didn't want her to know, so Zong Mu must have instructed him to do something.
Considering that he and Zong Mu also had a boss-employee relationship, Wen Xin decided not to make things difficult for him.
In interpersonal relationships, knowing when to advance and when to retreat is essential for everyone to get along well.
Besides, Wen Xin didn't really have any grounds to press Wan Dapeng for answers.
...
Zong Mu slept until almost 3 p.m.
He was in a daze, and his head still ached a little.
Zong Mu raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows. As his memories returned, he suddenly sat up from the sofa, accidentally aggravating the wound on his waist. The pain made him frown, but that was all.
His gaze swept nervously across the empty living room, but he couldn't find that pretty figure.
Zong Mu pursed his lips. She left? Or was it all just a beautiful dream of his?
Will she really come to take care of him?
Zong Mu twitched the corner of his lips. He must be missing her terribly.
"Zong, you're awake?"
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