bayedsolid Chapter 269 I'll Think About It
Chapter 269 I'll Think About It
Wen Zhixia suddenly lost the mood to joke.
She quickly brought a hair dryer and a thermometer, then boiled some water to make a cup of VC and cold medicine and brought them over. While waiting for it to cool down, she moved the electric heater towards him.
"Don't go to sleep yet. Your hair and clothes are all wet. Are you going to die if you sleep like this all night?"
"Besides dizziness, are you feeling unwell elsewhere?"
"Stand up a bit!"
Fu Ruoshi could hear Wen Zhixia nagging in his ear. He was quite happy to be nagged like that and wanted to respond to her, but his body just wouldn't listen.
It only takes a moment for a person to fall down. The stronger you are, the more fragile you become.
Fu Ruoshi has been working non-stop recently. When a person is busy, his body and mind are in an extremely tense state. He does not feel tired or overdrawn, but this tension cannot last too long. Once he relaxes and comes to a safe environment, his body will go on strike.
Just now, when he came to Wen Zhixia's place, all the cells in his body seemed to have tacitly accepted that they had come to a safe environment, and they all gave up and lay down. That's why he felt dizzy just a few minutes after coming down, and the white blood cells in his body had their defenses breached.
Perhaps in this world, only in front of Wen Zhixia could he be completely open, let down all his guard, and sleep peacefully.
Looking at his distracted eyes, Wen Zhixia felt a little scared and thought that it was a good thing that she didn't chase him away.
"Fu Ruoshi, hold on a little longer."
She helped him up, quickly cooled the cold medicine and fed it to him, then gave him the thermometer and asked him to clamp it, covered his shoulders with a blanket, and began to blow dry his hair.
After drying him, she noticed that his clothes were still wet, so she took off his shirt and trousers without hesitation and put them next to the electric heater to dry.
I took out the thermometer and saw 39.5...
No wonder he was so feverish that his mind was not clear.
After she tidied Fu Ruoshi up, she brought a pillow and a duvet, and finally put a fever-reducing patch on his head.
After work, I was exhausted and sweating.
Wen Zhixia sat next to Fu Ruoshi, panting, and saw that his pale lips were slightly pursed, and his brows were still furrowed.
In my impression, he rarely frowned. He grew up under the stick education of the Fu family, and later worked hard in the United States alone. His physical and mental endurance was definitely not weak. Even after being beaten by Fu Keming last time and covered in blood, his mind was still clear and he could even ask her for a cold Coke.
I passed out after getting caught in the rain today, which means I have really reached my limit.
In addition, being deceived by his closest relatives really hurt his heart.
If people are too sad, they will fall ill.
When she looked at Fu Ruo, she sighed with mixed feelings.
Although she lost her parents when she was young, she could still feel that she was loved strongly as she grew up. She was loved by her parents, grandfather, best friend, colleagues and friends who cared and loved her wholeheartedly.
Including the person in front of me.
But it is difficult for Fu Ruoshi to feel loved. He has strict parents and an oppressive family. Countless people approach him and try to curry favor with him, but they are only attracted by his looks and wealth. People who lack love are destined to be paranoid.
As I was staring at him in a daze, my phone vibrated.
It was Song Ailing’s WeChat: [Baby, have you eaten yet?]
Wen Zhixia picked up the phone and replied to her, "I didn't eat. Ruoshi has a fever. He must be too tired."
After receiving it, Song Ailing immediately made a voice call.
Wen Zhixia was afraid of disturbing Fu Ruoshi, so she stood up and prepared to go to the balcony to answer the call.
After taking two steps, his wrist was grabbed.
Fu Ruoshi didn't open his eyes, but when he felt that Wen Zhixia was about to leave, he suddenly lost his sense of security and subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab her.
Sure enough, people are most vulnerable when they are sick.
Wen Zhixia was caught by him and had no choice but to sit next to him and turn down the volume of the microphone.
"Baby, you're still awake?" Song Ailing's voice was very polite. "I didn't disturb you, did I?"
"No," Wen Zhixia said, "Ruoshi's fever is very high. I will wait until it subsides before I go about my own business."
"He just has a fever, it's nothing," Song Ailing said to her, "If you're busy, don't bother with him. I called just to make sure he's not mad at you. If he takes his anger out on you, his father and I will feel bad."
Song Ailing, who used to be so arrogant, is now so humble to her, which makes Wen Zhixia feel very uncomfortable.
In fact, she knew that Song Ailing saw that Fu Keming didn't have much time left, so she wanted to be nicer to Fu Ruoshi, just like Wen Litao's attitude towards Fu Ruoshi when he was seriously ill. She hoped that her child could have a good man by his side, otherwise it would be too lonely.
"Mr. Song, please don't be so polite," Wen Zhixia said in a slow tone, "I still say the same thing. Although he and I are not husband and wife now, if you need any help, I will do my best."
"Baby, don't say that. I misunderstood you before. Sister Ling apologizes to you. Zhixia, if you let go of the past, would you still be willing to come back? Sister Ling can agree to anything you want..."
She was a little choked up when she spoke.
Wen Zhixia remained silent.
He looked at Fu Ruoshi's pale face and thought of everything he had experienced with him during this period...
The room was eerily quiet.
After a while, Wen Zhixia breathed a sigh of relief:
"Sister Ling, I will think carefully about what you said."
"Really?" Song Ailing's voice trembled. "Are you still willing to come back? Are you not angry with Sister Ling anymore? I, I really don't know what to say...Xiao Xia, thank you."
Wen Zhixia felt a little sad after hearing what she said.
After all, it is pitiful to see the love of parents in the world.
"Don't say thank you, Sister Ling. Good night."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Ruoshi still held her hand tightly, and her hands were sweating from his grip.
Wen Zhixia forgot to break free and just sat there staring at him, with a thousand thoughts in her mind.
Maybe I am still the same coward as before.
I obviously still like her, but I pretend not to care.
I don’t dare to face my inner feelings, but I’m afraid that my efforts will be in vain, and I’m afraid of disappointment and sadness.
So I kept deceiving myself.
Quite a coward...
"Fu Ruoshi, let go, I want to go wash clothes." Wen Zhixia tried to break free.
Fu Ruoshi felt her struggling, but he was reluctant to let go.
He finally got to lie down in her house like this, without having to worry about being driven away, and he could hold her sweet and soft hand, so he was reluctant to let go!
Wen Zhixia had no choice but to reach out and poke the itchy spot under his armpit.
Finally broke free.
After I finished cleaning up, I came back and touched his forehead, which was still very hot.
Wen Zhixia pushed him and said, "Go sleep on the bed in my room. You'll dry out if you stay here all night."
Upon hearing this, Fu Ruoshi hummed, raised his arm shakily, and let her pull him.
Wen Zhixia struggled to drag him out of the living room, threw him onto the big bed in the room, and then rolled him up in a blanket.
"I'm going to sleep." Wen Zhixia lay down beside him and poked Fu Ruoshi's nose with her finger. "Good night, bye."
Fu Ruoshi was drowsy, and felt her nose itchy. She wanted to scratch it, but she was wrapped up in the quilt and couldn't move. She was also so dizzy that she couldn't open her eyes. She could only dodge subconsciously. She looked pitiful, like a concubine in ancient times...
Wen Zhixia found it amusing to see that he was unable to resist, so she poked him a few more times and deliberately ruffled his hair.
It's been a while since I bullied him like this, I have to seize the opportunity.
Wen Zhixia stopped when she saw that he was about to wake up.
She was also very tired today. After closing her eyes for a few minutes, she fell into a deep dream.