Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ming Ansheng lost track of time when he was hard at work.
In the still of the night, he looked at the bottom right-hand corner of his laptop. It was almost 11 p.m.
He closed his laptop and placed it on the coffee table. Then he stretched.
He glanced towards the bed.
He panicked and stopped mid-stretch.
Su Yue was back facing him, but her small frame was shivering. Ming Ansheng hurriedly walked over. “Yueyue.”
He sat at the corner of the bed and pulled at the covers. Su Yue’s face was flushed, even her eyelashes were trembling.
“Yueyue, what’s wrong?” His voice was full of tenderness.
“It hurts here,” Su Yue replied, turning over and pointing at the tattooed area on her chest.
When Ming Ansheng heard it, he slightly pulled down her collar without thinking. His eyes widened when he saw the infected area and his hand momentarily trembled. “Why is it so swollen?”
He touched her forehead with his other hand. “You’re burning. You’re running a fever again.”
He panicked and quickly pressed the alert button, calling for the doctor.
The doctor did a check on her and asked if she had eaten any heaty food.
Su Yue pursed her lips and remained silent.
The doctor knew her answer. Ming Ansheng was there, but he didn’t dare to chide Su Yue. Thereafter, she was given an injection to reduce her fever and a stern warning.
After the doctor left, Ming Ansheng sat on the corner of the bed. Su Yue lay flat on it as she stared at the ceiling, looking anywhere but at him.
Ming Ansheng knew that she was still mad, so he asked her with a smile. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were in pain?”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” Su Yue replied, turning her face away from him.
He couldn’t bear for her to be angry at him any longer. He smiled tenderly, patting her back lightly. He consoled, “Alright, alright. I’m in the wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad when I saw you eating all those oily and fatty foods.”
Su Yue glared at him. “That’s not an apology. It’s a scolding.”
‘Hey! This girl is quick-witted and not muddled in the least.’
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
“I won’t eat them again until I recover,” promised Su Yue in a serious tone.
She looked at Ming Ansheng and apologized sincerely.
Ming Ansheng looked at her flushed face, heart aching. “Good girl.”
Then he added, “Do you want some water?”
“It hurts so bad, can you help me blow at it?” Su Yue asked, frowning and pointing at her chest. She then moved her hand to pull down her collar.
Ming Ansheng didn’t know what to say.
Did this little lass mistake him for her third sister-in-law? Or did she just treat him like her third sister-in-law and simply not caring that he was male—a different gender from her?
Did she treat that TCM guy the same way? Before he had arrived, did he help her blow at her inflamed area too?
“Yueyue, you’re a girl. That Qi Lei and I are both males. You can’t get too intimate, you understand?”
‘Doesn’t she know that she can’t do that?’
Su Yue replied, “But you’re the same as my Third Brother.”
So she meant that she treated him as an older brother. To be blunt, she treated him as an elder—she didn’t think of him that way.
Ming Ansheng was very troubled when he heard her explanation. He lowered his head and bit his lip, mocking himself. He didn’t know whether to be happy or depressed.
He said, “Even if I’m your older brother, you’re a big girl now, you can’t do that.”