bookcurios Chapter 268 Fever
Chapter 268 Fever
Wen Zhixia woke up a little when she heard him talking.
"Once you've prioritized everything, of course you want it all," she said half-jokingly, half-seriously. "Don't those powerful bosses manage several companies on their own?"
Fu Ruoshi was touched by her cuteness and chuckled, "Who is the master and who is the follower?"
"That depends on which one you prefer," Wen Zhixia replied. "I haven't lived in the US permanently, so I don't understand the society there. If I say I choose Zhuorui, then my answer is unconvincing. In our professional theory, this is called sample loss. What do you think? Ask yourself."
Fu Ruoshi thought for a moment and replied, "If you go to the United States with me, I will put Zhuo Rui in the main position. If you stay in Jincheng, I will promise Fu Keming to help him manage the Fu family. In short, I like being where you are."
"I can't participate in your decision-making." Wen Zhixia said solemnly, "Fu Ruoshi, let me make it clear again. I don't care what your feelings are towards me. When you make any decision, you can't make me the core consideration."
"Ah sneeze!!!"
Fu Ruoshi suddenly sneezed, interrupting Wen Zhixia's next words.
"What did you say just now?" He sniffed. "I didn't hear clearly. Say it again."
Wen Zhixia forgot about it because of his sneeze.
Then she noticed that the umbrella was not held properly for Fu Ruoshi.
Raindrops from the umbrella's tip dripped onto his hair. He took off his coat and carried him down the mountain in a thin shirt, sweating again. Now, the cold wind blew and he caught a cold...
"Oh, I'm sorry," Wen Zhixia said apologetically as she tilted the umbrella forward. "I made a mistake. You must be cold. How about putting me down and I'll give you my clothes back?"
"It's okay," Fu Ruoshi sniffed, "Hold me tighter, and I won't be cold anymore."
Wen Zhixia had no choice but to unnaturally free up one hand, put it around his shoulders, and press closer to his back.
Fu Ruoshi felt two soft things pressing against his back, surging slightly...
He swallowed and pretended nothing happened.
Wen Zhixia also felt a little unnatural.
Neither of us said anything, and we both pretended not to know.
Gradually we arrived at the exit of the cemetery.
Half an hour later.
The two returned to the cozy rental house.
When they got downstairs, Wen Zhixia still wanted to turn someone away, but as soon as she said goodbye, Fu Ruoshi started coughing and sneezing, or said he was cold and his legs were frozen and he couldn't walk.
Liu Zhen was still fanning the flames, "Oh, Zhixia, the boss has been so busy lately. He's going back to the villa alone, alone in the dark and cold empty room. If he gets a fever of 40 or 50 degrees and becomes mentally ill, what will happen to Zhuo Rui? What will happen to the future of the Fu family?"
Wen Zhixia really had no choice but to curse in her heart and let him into the house.
"There's cold medicine in the kitchen."
She said coldly, "Go ahead and shower yourself. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Please do as you please."
She was still limping when she walked, probably because her ankle, which she had just twisted, was still hurting.
Fu Ruoshi called her, "Come here, let me check if your ankle is okay."
Without waiting for Wen Zhixia to speak, he pulled her onto the sofa.
There was a panda head on Wen Zhixia's socks. Fu Ruoshi pulled the panda's ears and took off her socks. He saw that her ankles were still slightly swollen.
"Hiss," Wen Zhixia didn't feel it just now, but now she felt pain when she saw the swelling, "Let go, I'll do it myself."
Fu Ruoshi turned a deaf ear to her, grabbed her calf, rubbed his palms to warm them up, and massaged her gently.
His palms were dry and rough, and the strength was just right. After being rubbed by him for a while, Wen Zhixia didn't feel as much pain as before, and she couldn't help but secretly look up at him.
Fu Ruoshi lowered his eyes, concentrating intently, and did not notice Wen Zhixia looking at him. Wen Zhixia kept staring at him, from his eyebrows to his nose, to his jaw, and even his hair with some raindrops on it.
She admired his face as if it were a work of art. No matter how face-blind she was, she had long since admitted from the bottom of her heart that he was handsome and she would never get tired of looking at him.
"Okay, why don't you apply some heat..."
Fu Ruoshi raised his eyes and met Wen Zhixia's dazed gaze.
"Ah?"
Wen Zhixia lowered her head hastily, "W-what?"
However, her shy expression at this moment was already seen by someone.
"Look if you want!" Fu Ruoshi smiled and lifted her chin. "This face of mine was made for you. If you don't look at it, it's useless."
After saying that, he leaned closer to Wen Zhixia again.
The distance between them was so close that Wen Zhixia could almost feel the warm breath he exhaled.
"I'm not, I'm done watching. I don't want to watch anymore," Wen Zhixia pushed him away incoherently, her face flushed from ears to neck. "My ankle doesn't hurt anymore, thank you. I'm going to sleep now."
Every time Fu Ruoshi saw Wen Zhixia running away in such a shy and embarrassed manner, he couldn't help but want to tease her.
"Can we sleep together?"
He caught up with her.
"No!" Wen Zhixia pushed him away, "You have a cold, stay away from me, don't infect me."
"It's not viral, it's not contagious."
"That's not necessarily true! In any case, no!"
Wen Zhixia fled into the bathroom, pushed him out, locked the door, and looked at her red face in the mirror, feeling extremely ashamed.
However, outside, the closed bathroom door hurt someone's "fragile" heart.
Fu Ruoshi stood outside the bathroom and suddenly remembered that she seemed to have said something heartless to her before: "Don't pass on the cold to me."
However, I said these words at that time on purpose to provoke her and see if she would leave.
Now, she said these words to herself, maybe she really disliked herself and really didn't care.
When Fu Ruoshi thought about this, he suddenly fell into sadness and internal friction.
After all, I am still a person who is not cared about.
His parents cheated on him, and his wife didn't want him...
What is the purpose of living...
Wen Zhixia finished her shower and came out of the bathroom. She saw someone sitting on the sofa in a daze. His expression was as if the sky had fallen, lifeless.
Even after being questioned day and night by Guoan for half a month, he never had such a helpless expression on his face.
"What's wrong with you?" Wen Zhixia frowned and asked, "I didn't provoke you, so please don't act like I'm bullying you, okay?"
Fu Ruoshi glanced at her without saying anything, his aggrieved eyes looking as if they were about to drip tears.
"I'm fine, and you didn't provoke me." He lay down on the sofa, pressing his face with a pillow. His muffled voice came from inside, "I'm too busy. I'm going to sleep. Good night."
???
Wen Zhixia was completely baffled. This was clearly a tantrum against her.
It is really a needle in the heart of men.
Fu Ruo was drenched by the rain, and his hair wasn't completely dry yet. Wen Zhixia helplessly took off the towel from her shoulders and threw it on his face, "Wipe it off, or you'll get a migraine!"
Fu Ruoshi didn't move.
It's like being dead.
Wen Zhixia suddenly felt something was wrong.
She hurriedly pulled the pillow away from his face and saw that he had his eyes closed tightly, and his originally pale face was abnormally red.
Reach out and touch his forehead.
It's terribly hot.