Chapter 536
The girl's soft, sweet voice reached his ears, and Zong Mu's pupils contracted.
He looked up abruptly and saw the beautiful figure from his dream walking towards him.
It wasn't a dream, she really came.
"Zong?"
Wen Xin placed the heated porridge on the table, walked over, and touched his forehead; the fever had subsided.
Zong Mu suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
Wen Xin stumbled as he pulled her, almost falling into his arms.
She quickly straightened up, supporting herself on his shoulders with both hands to avoid bumping his wound. "Be careful."
"Little white rabbit, you really came. I'm not dreaming."
The boy's slightly hoarse voice chuckled softly, unable to conceal his joy.
Wen Xin paused for a moment, then softly replied, "Mm."
"You care about me."
"..."
"Little rabbit, you still say you don't like me?"
"..."
He was the perfect example of "hitting a snake on its back." Wen Xin broke free from his embrace and pushed the bowl of porridge towards him, saying, "Eat something."
Zong Mu was already used to her lack of response.
Anyway, she likes him, and that's enough for him to know.
Another day of someone's narcissistic shamelessness.
However, if he were truly that confident, he wouldn't have kept emphasizing it.
Zong Mu slumped back onto the sofa, looking exhausted and distressed. "I'm so tired, I feel terrible, I have no energy."
Wen Xin: "..." I'll just quietly watch you act.
Zong Mu had been observing her out of the corner of his eye, and immediately changed his strategy. He struggled weakly to sit up, which would surely aggravate his wound.
Wen Xin's eyelids twitched; she couldn't do anything about it.
She resignedly reached out to help him up and personally fed him the porridge.
The school bully, who had achieved his goal by feigning helplessness, was practically strutting around with pride.
I knew the little white rabbit would feel sorry for me.
However, seeing her scoop a spoonful of porridge and bring it to his lips, Zong Mu frowned slightly, "It's hot."
Where are those scenes in TV dramas where the female protagonist blows on the porridge to cool it down for the male protagonist?
Wen Xin explained, "It's not hot. I let it cool down in the kitchen for a while before bringing it out."
Zong Mu: "..."
What kind of unreliable movies does that idiot Wan Dapeng watch?
Zong Mu, who was dangling around the girl's bottom line, knew when to stop, lest he really anger her and end up being the one who suffers.
After finishing the porridge, Wen Xin asked him, "How are you feeling now? If you're still feeling unwell, you should go to the hospital."
The person who originally intended to feign pitifulness to gain the beauty's concern turned to words that followed: "I'm much better."
Wen Xin frowned. "Your injuries are quite serious. Why don't you stay in the hospital for a few days for observation?"
Zong Mu remained silent, his silence a testament to his resistance to the hospital.
Seeing this, Wen Xin didn't ask any more questions. She carefully instructed him to be careful with the wound when taking the medicine, not to get it wet, and not to move too much, lest he tear the wound open.
Even if he doesn't go to the hospital, he still needs to take good care of himself.
It's like getting a wound wet or ignoring a fever; those things are really unacceptable.
Zong Mu didn't care about his own injuries; what he was concerned about was, "Are you leaving?"
Wen Xin nodded. "It's getting late, I have to go home."
Zong Mu knew it wasn't good for a girl like her to go home too late, so he said, "I'll take you."
Wen Xin chuckled and stopped him, "I can take a taxi directly to the entrance of my apartment complex, why would I need you to take me?"
How could Zongmu be at ease?
In his eyes, the little white rabbit was so delicate and weak that she would fall over if the wind blew her away. How could he let her go home alone?
What if I encounter a criminal?
He hadn't forgotten about the blond guy.
Wen Xin: "...We live in a society governed by the rule of law."
Where are there so many thugs?
Zong Mu, however, had an expression that said, "There's a lot more darkness you don't know about."
Wen Xin said helplessly, "If you take me back like this, I'll be even more worried. Don't torture yourself, just focus on recovering."
Zong Mu frowned deeply. He had previously thought that being injured was nothing, but suddenly he felt that being injured was really damn troublesome.
But if he hadn't been injured, the little white rabbit wouldn't have come to see him today and taken care of him for so long.
He pursed his lips. "I'll have Wan Dapeng take you home."
Seeing that he was so worried about no one seeing her off, Wen Xin stopped refusing.
Before leaving, she once again urged him to take good care of his injury and not to go to school for the next few days, but to stay home and rest.
Zong Mu gently pulled her wrist, his strikingly bright eyes fixed on her like a pleading puppy, "If I don't go to school, I won't be able to see you anymore."
Wen Xin: "..."
Zong Mu pursed his lips, "My injury is nothing. At most, I'll just arrange a driver to pick me up and drop me off at school. Don't worry."
How could Wen Xin not be worried?
If his injury continues to shuttle between school and home, it's no wonder it won't heal properly; she might have to be ready to call 120 (emergency services) for him at any moment.
Even though she knew he was faking it, she still softened. "I'll come see you every day after school to change your dressings. You should rest at home and remember to take your medicine, okay?"
Having gotten what he wanted, the school bully immediately nodded obediently, like a tamed Tibetan mastiff, "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."
Wen Xin resisted the urge to pat his head, but she knew in her heart that this boy only looked docile on the surface, but was actually fiercer than anyone else inside.
...
For the next week, Zong Mu stayed home to recover from his injury, and Cui Wenlin also took a break from class. The Grade 11 (8) class and the entire Qingyun Middle School were peaceful and serene, which made many students feel a little dazed, fearing that it was the prelude to a storm.
Every day after school, Wen Xin would go to her mother's shop to tell her, and then get into Wan Dapeng's car to go see Zong Mu.
Wan Dapeng generously offered his car and driver to pick up and drop off Wen Xin.
As for letting him ride home with Wen Xin in the same car?
Haha, what if some bad rumors spread at school? Does he want Brother Mu to twist his head off?
With Wen Xin's care, Zong Mu's injuries healed quickly, and he didn't have any further health problems.
Wan Dapeng almost knelt down to express his gratitude to Wen for his great kindness and virtue.
Being a housekeeper is tough, sob sob sob.
This also strengthened Wan Dapeng's resolve to cling to Wen Tongxue's coattails; in critical moments, she would be their lifesaver!
"The soup my mom made for you."
When they arrived at Zongmu's house, Wenxin placed a thermos food container on the table.
She comes here every day after school, so naturally she has to explain the situation to Wen's mother.
After learning that Zongmu was injured, Wen's mother was very worried and made him nourishing soup every day, treating him like her own son.
Zong Mu's thin lips curved slightly; he was in a very good mood.
He went to the kitchen, got a bowl, and served the girl a bowl first, saying, "Auntie is so kind."
"Of course, little white rabbit, you are the best."
Wen Xin laughed at his coaxing, "How does your wound feel today?"
"It's almost healed."
Zong Mu answered honestly that it wasn't that he didn't want to play the victim and make the little white rabbit feel sorry for him, but if he didn't say it well, not only would she drag him to the hospital, but he would also have to continue to recuperate at home.
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