The black Mercedes Benz slowly drove towards Lanting apartment. On the back seat, Ning Xiaofei held Mu Tianye’s arm with one hand, still softly admonishing.
“I’ve told you to drink less wine, but you just don’t listen…” The palm of her hand helped him rub his stomach, frowning, her tone unhappy and distressed. “You haven’t even had a few spoons of rice. How can your stomach feel good? And you just had to drink Maotai with others…”
The driver frowned when he heard her. He quietly raised his face and glanced at Mu Tianye, bracing himself from the man losing his temper.
However…
Mu Tianye merely curled his lips.
“You’re still laughing!” Ning Xiaofei withdrew her palm from his stomach. “I don’t think you’re uncomfortable, whatever!”
Mu Tianye didn’t make a sound, just raised his right hand against his stomach.
Speaking of which, he really wasn’t faking it. He wasn’t dizzy, but his stomach was indeed a bit upset.
In those early years of hard work, he had no time to eat, and his stomach had been tortured.
He already felt a bit sick after swallowing one sour hawthorn. Moreover, after not eating food and drinking so much wine, his stomach was already aching.
Noticing his movements out of the corner of her eye, Ning Xiaofei faced him again with concern.
“Do you want to… go to the hospital?”
Mu Tianye glanced sideways and met her concerned big dark eyes. With one big hand, he hugged her, burying the side of his face into her nape, sniffing the sweet, peachy scent of her body and dozing off.
“No, there’s medicine at home.”
His illness was an old one. Going to the hospital wouldn’t help. After tossing and turning, in the end, the doctor’s advice would be nothing more than a cliché: quit smoking and drinking; take care of himself and other such nonsense.
Ning Xiaofei frowned and stretched out her small hand to cover his stomach again.
In fact, her massage was completely pointless and made him a little uncomfortable, but he didn’t push her hand away – She was being kind, and he didn’t want to refuse.
After the car parked at the apartment complex, the driver got out and pulled the door open. Ning Xiaofei quickly jumped out of the car and ran to the other side to hold Mu Tianye’s arm. Seeing how nervous she was, the man smiled.
“I’m fine.”
“Your face is white, and you still say you’re fine.”
Ning Xiaofei held his arm tightly, but she was shorter than him, so she had to lift his arm up onto her shoulder and share his weight.
Walking in this manner was a bit awkward for Mu Tianye. Her shoulders were too slim, and her bones pressed him to the point of pain, but he didn’t push her away and let her labor all the way.
Back at their apartment, Ning Xiaofei helped him upstairs and lay down on the pillow. She immediately turned around and ran downstairs, found the stomach medicine from the commonly used medicine and ran up. Seeing that Mu Tianye was up to undress, she rushed to him and held his arm.
“Who told you to get down? Lie down!”
As she spoke, she dragged him back to the bed without second thoughts. She fetched a glass of warm water, read the instructions and brought a pill to his mouth.
The man leaned back on the pillow, squinting his pitch-black eyes at the small, penetratingly anxious face in front of him, inexplicably wanting to laugh.
“You’re still laughing, you really must be drunk!”
“I’m not drunk.”
“Yes, you are not drunk, I am!”
The man still wanted to argue, but she reached out with her hand and shoved the medicine directly into his mouth, then brought the glass to his mouth.
She watched Mu Tianye swallow the pill, put down the glass and got up, tucking him in with the blanket covering him tightly.
Mu Tianye was a bit speechless – he had a stomach ache not a fever. Wouldn’t he burn to death like this?