Shang Linyuan was stunned, momentarily overwhelmed with gratitude: "Jinjin, you..."
"If you keep nagging, I'll kick you out right now. Get over here."
Oh. ≥﹏≤
Shang Linyuan obediently walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, taking off his blood-stained outer robe.
Ren Sijin wiped his wounds and then slowly applied medicine.
During this time, there were several times when the pain was so intense that cold sweat poured down my face, but I stubbornly endured it without uttering a sound.
In the end, it was Si Jin who spoke first: "The wound is somewhat infected."
"Um."
"You came back injured without treating it along the way?"
"Um."
Does it hurt?
"Um."
"Then why don't you deal with it?"
"..."
"Are you just hoping to come back and cause me trouble, so I won't have any peace?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a white veil covered the wound.
Seemingly intending to retaliate, Si Jin deliberately tightened her grip, causing Shang Linyuan to gasp and say helplessly, "No, I just want to see you."
"I was wrong."
Si Jin's strength lessened a bit. "What did I do wrong?"
"I shouldn't have overthought things because of a few words from Shang Qinghan, I shouldn't have questioned you, and I shouldn't have foolishly argued with you. I was wrong. Every move I made was wrong, even my breathing was wrong. Punish me however you want, as long as you're happy."
Seeing an opportunity to back down, Shang Linyuan immediately poured out all his thoughts, his voice trembling with emotion as he spoke, occasionally sniffling.
She apologized, acted coquettishly, and pretended to be pitiful, finally managing to make Si Jin laugh.
After bandaging the wound, Si Jin pushed the person up: "Go outside and take a shower, change your clothes, and then come back and submit a 5,000-word self-criticism, stating what happened and your attitude, understand?"
"Yes, young master!"
Shang Linyuan smiled happily, regaining his former sunny and cheerful demeanor.
After saying that, he stood up and walked out.
The wound still hurt, but he had never felt so relaxed as he did now.
It seems he's found his home.
Although his wife is a bit fierce, he really loves her.
Si Jin lowered her head and looked at her bed, which was covered with a few specks of dust, with considerable disdain.
Just as I was about to call someone to change it, I saw Shang Linyuan cautiously peek out from outside the door, grinning, "I know you're a clean person, leave it here, I'll clean it when I get back."
"Also, what are we having for dinner? I'll make it."
Si Jin frowned slightly, her eyes filled with disgust, and remained silent.
Shang Linyuan thought for a moment and said, "If you want congee, just say 'get lost'; if you want side dishes, just call me 'idiot'; if you want dessert, just call me 'husband'~"
Si Jin frowned even more deeply. "Say that again?"
"Ahem." Shang Linyuan immediately changed his words: "If you want dessert, just say 'go die'."
"Get lost, you idiot, go die!"
"Okay." Shang Linyuan took a few steps, then turned back and peeked out from the doorway again: "Jinjin, I love you."
… …
Si Jin remained silent throughout the night, even during dinner.
It's obvious that he's holding a grudge.
But Shang Linyuan was completely unaware, and kept serving him food and rice, enduring the pain from his wound to clean up the dishes.
After making the bed and coaxing Si Jin to sleep, he obediently sat back down at the table in the outer room to write his self-criticism.
It wasn't until late at night that I blew out the light and shivered.
He looked around—no windows were open? Why was it so cold?
He closed the self-criticism, endured it for a while in the outer room, and then returned to the inner room.
She walked step by step to Si Jin's side, hesitated for a moment, and considering that he was still angry, she didn't dare to lift his blanket.
She took a quilt from the closet and made a makeshift bed on the floor, which woke up Si Jin.
He opened his eyes, still a little hoarse from just waking up: "What's wrong?"
Shang Linyuan's face was flushed an unnatural red, and he sneezed before replying, "Cold."
Si Jin beckoned to him, gesturing for him to squat down beside her bed, and then touched his forehead.
It's very hot.
What... you have a fever...?
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