Zhou Ping discussed the bookstore with the parents of both families for several days, and finally decided to open it next to the university town in Xijin City.
The rest of the matter was handled by Shang Qingqian, who had run the shop before, her third uncle, and Shang Chen.
When Zhou Ping took out 300,000 yuan, the third uncle asked in confusion, "How do you have so much money?"
Zhou Ping pursed his lips. "Shang Yan won it playing scratch-off lottery tickets."
Shang Qingqian, who was about to take out money to help her younger brother, exclaimed, "Huh?"
Shang Chen, who was about to transfer money to his son and son-in-law to open a bookstore, stammered, "Uh...?"
“That’s great. Since you have money, things will be much easier. I happen to know some people over there. This money is enough to buy a small shop. We can renovate it and turn it into a bookstore…” Shang Chen quickly realized what was going on. After explaining things to Zhou Ping, the group gathered together to chat.
The matter was resolved quickly, within a month.
After settling things at the bookstore, Shang Yan pulled Zhou Ping aside and asked, "I've been busy for a month... can you take me out to play now?"
When he spoke to Zhou Ping, his tone would always soften, and at this moment he was looking at Zhou Ping, who was standing next to the bookshelf arranging books, with his big, watery eyes.
Shang Yan had been pestering Zhou Ping for many days because of this matter. Now that things were settled, Shang Yan came close and wrapped his arms around Zhou Ping's waist from behind.
He slept for an unusually long time this month, at least 15 hours a day. At first, his family was worried when they found out, but they were relieved after taking Shangyan to the hospital for a check-up and finding nothing abnormal.
Shang Yan hugged him from behind, and Zhou Ping reached out and ruffled his light green hair. "Wait a minute, it'll be done soon. This is the college entrance exam materials area, and we'll be able to organize these test papers in no time."
He was still holding a "Three Years of College Entrance Examination and Five Years of Simulation" book in his hand. After putting this last book on the bookshelf, he turned around and saw that Shang Yan was still close to him, and his body temperature was getting higher and higher. Zhou Ping frowned slightly.
He quickly turned around and reached out to touch Shang Yan's forehead. When his warm palm touched Shang Yan's forehead, Zhou Ping's expression changed.
"You have a fever?" he asked, gently cupping Shang Yan's flushed face in his hands.
Shang Yan's eyes were moist, and upon closer inspection, most of his originally brown pupils were now covered in green. Seeing Zhou Ping reach out and cup his face, he sighed softly, "Wife, your hands are so cold..."
It's clearly because he's too hot right now!
Zhou Ping, somewhat flustered, bent down and picked him up around the waist. "Why is your body suddenly so hot? I'll take you to the hospital."
"I'm fine, I don't have a fever." Shang Yan laughed, hugging his neck, then buried his face in his chest and rubbed against his black shirt. "Really, I'm fine. You feel so comfortable, honey. You're cool."
"Honey, why aren't you saying anything?"
Zhou Ping's face was tense. He carried Shang Yan and ran out. In Shang Yan's eyes, the scenery along the road flashed by.
But his mouth never stopped.
"Honey, you look so fierce when you have a cold face. Are you yelling at me?"
"Wife, say something! Why aren't you saying anything, wife?"
In just a few words, Zhou Ping led him to the hospital entrance. The situation was so urgent that he didn't care about the stares of others. He took Shang Yan, who was rambling incoherently, to register and find the doctor.
...
"Huh? Why is it so hot?"
"When did it start burning? It's really strange that it can still talk even with such a high fever," the bespectacled doctor remarked, holding a thermometer in amazement.
Zhou Ping tensed up the moment he saw the thermometer read 42°.
"Let's get an IV drip first. This prescription is for fever reducers. You can pick it up at the pharmacy on the first floor after you pay," the bespectacled doctor said, handing Shang Yan a prescription after giving him an injection.
“Okay.” Zhou Ping nodded, then hugged Shang Yan, who was still talking incessantly, and when he saw that Shang Yan was still fidgeting, he reached out and pressed him down.
He coaxed gently, "Yan Yan, be good."
Why are you still so rowdy even when you're sick?
"Wife, I'm hot." Shang Yan squeezed his hand, staring intently at the hospital ceiling, and this time he didn't move around anymore.
He was a little sleepy, and his eyelids drooped. "I want to go home and sleep."
"Let's finish the IV drip first and then go home. How about you snuggle in my arms and sleep?" Zhou Ping pulled him closer. Shang Yan was in a very bad state. He was burning up. If you took his temperature, you would find that it was 47°C.
Zhou Ping felt the heat was almost too much for him to handle.
The IV drip wasn't administered very quickly. Zhou Ping held the drowsy Shang Yan in his arms at the hospital for two hours. After the IV drip was finished, Shang Yan's temperature finally dropped.
He carried Shangyan downstairs, bought the medicine, and left.
A month ago, the bookstore was bought. The first floor was used as a bookstore, while the second floor was converted into a living room. It has three bedrooms and a living room, which is enough for Zhou Ping and Shang Yan to live in.
After placing Shang Yan on the bed, Zhou Ping covered him with a thin blanket.
He lowered his eyes and quietly looked at Shang Yan lying on the bed, over and over again.
After watching for a while, she turned around and went to the bathroom to get hot water. She took a clean towel, wet it, and wiped Shang Yan's body little by little.
"Why did you suddenly get sick?" He brought over another basin of water, and with a sense of guilt, he held Shang Yan's hand beside him, bowing his head and gently rubbing it against her. "I'm sorry..."
It's all his fault for not taking good care of him.
With a bang, 019 came out, and the little yellow ball went up to Shang Yan, whose face was flushed, and looked at it again and again.
"No way..." 019's body trembled, and it quickly flew to Zhou Ping's side, shoving him, "Don't look at him here, get out of here!"
His dark eyes looked at the little yellow ball that had appeared in front of him. "Why? Do you know what happened to him?"
019 stretched out her slender arm and nudged him, "Come on, let's go outside and talk."
Seeing Zhou Ping hesitate, 019 added, "He needs to rest. If we talk to him from the side, it will disturb him."
After hearing what he said, Zhou Ping gave Shang Yan a deep look, then turned around and went to the living room with Xiao Huangqiu.
After the door was closed, 019 anxiously flew back and forth in front of Zhou Ping.
"He's... he's about to turn into a beast. We'd better stay outside and not go in to disturb him."
"Beast transformation?"
"Didn't I say before that Shang Yan isn't human... Although he's human now, his soul isn't. Plus, he's often struck by lightning to undergo tribulations, which is why he awakened," the little yellow ball explained.
Just as the two were talking.
The door, which had been closed, clicked shut and locked. Zhou Ping's pupils contracted slightly, and he took two steps to the bedroom door.
"Shangyan?" His voice was full of worry.
"No, no, no, don't come in!"
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