Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shen Liangchuan was deeply frowning with an expression of pain and hopelessness.
He mumbled unintelligibly.
Qiao Lian felt as though Sheng Liangchuan was crushing the bones in her hand with his increasingly tight grip.
After saying the sentence, his jaw tensed up and he looked like he was having a nightmare.
In this state, Shen Liangchuan looked so fragile that it was impossible to be unkind towards him.
Looking at him, Qiao Lian continued to hold on to his hand. He eventually calmed down.
Qiao Lian noticed that his cheeks were red from the fever, so she reached out her hand to touch his forehead. She was relieved to see that his temperature had gone down slightly.
She was suddenly aware that Song Cheng had left, although she wasn’t sure when. Once again, there were just the two of them in the room.
In the quietness of the room, Song Cheng’s words reverberated in her ears, causing her to stare immobile at Shen Liangchuan with bewilderment.
She could not understand why he was so kind and at the same time so mean towards her.
As she reflected upon it, she felt that if he had made her take the pill because he still had feelings for his first love, it wouldn’t have made her that furious.
She could understand it if he didn’t want a child. After all, they had just been strangers at the time.
She could even understand why he hadn’t told her about it. He wanted to hide it from Xia Yehua and was afraid that she would give it away…
But what she found hard to forgive was the amount of drugs he had made her take.
This one thing was what she could not let go.
Even though he had apologized to her, the harm that he had caused her could not be reversed.
At this point, she smiled bitterly.
If he had had even the slightest liking for her, he would not have harmed her like this.
She lowered her eyelids as this thought came into her mind.
The night grew darker.
Resting her head on the bed next to him, Qiao Lian drifted off.
In the middle of the night, she was woken up by the heat.
Opening her eyes in a blur, she realized her shoulders were sore. After a moment of re-orientation, she recalled where she was. As if remembering something, she lifted her head suddenly and noticed that Shen Liangchuan’s face was bright scarlet.
Quickly feeling his forehead, she realized it was scorching hot.
Startled, she quickly pushed his hand away and reached for the alcohol to try to bring his body temperature down once more.
First his forehead, his armpits, followed by his chest and back, and then… his muscular thighs.
She couldn’t care less about the embarrassment of handling his body at this point. After rubbing him with alcohol, she quickly reached for the medicine.
She gave Shen Liangchuan a few gentle prods and said, “Shen Liangchuan, get up and take your medicine.”
However, the man was unconscious and did not respond.
Qiao Lian panicked and reached out to pry open his jaw, but it stayed tightly clenched.
What was she going to do now?!
In her panic, Qiao Lian suddenly remember a common scene she had seen in TV shows. After a momentary hesitation, she placed the medicine into her own mouth and chewed it…
“Urgh!”
Qiao Lian threw up the crushed pills.
So it appeared that those seemingly romantic scenes in TV shows were all lies.
Because… the pills tasted bad. They were so bitter that they had numbed her tongue.
She went downstairs and realized that Song Cheng was still around in the living room. After hearing about Shen Liangchuan’s situation, he made a call. The family physician arrived shortly after and rushed over to put Shen Liangchuan on a drip.
Shen Liangchuan’s fever subsided after about half an hour—only then did Qiao Lian heave a sigh of relief. She rested her head on the bed next to Shen Liangchuan again and drifted back to sleep.
The next time she woke up, she found herself lying in Shen Liangchuan’s arms.