Zhuang Nainai was shocked. She turned around and saw the iron gates opening. The butler stood there, looking at Zhuang Nainai as he said, “Madam, I knew you would come. Please enter.”
Zhuang Nainai: “…”
The gates were already open. Could she still leave?
The answer seemed to be no.
Moreover… she was really worried about Si Zhengting’s condition. So she gritted her teeth and walked in.
On their way into the villa, Uncle Li explained, “Sir has been like this since he was young. Whenever he’s ill, he won’t go to the hospital. Neither would he get an injection or take medicine. He would just pull through without medical intervention. He won’t let anyone get near him. This time, he has a really high fever, but he is still stubbornly refusing help. We can’t even feed him water. Madam, quickly go upstairs and see him. He’s been sick for a couple of days. We’ve put him on a drip to bring his temperature down, but he’s still been struggling to get well. He’s been having a high fever for a week. If his temperature still doesn’t go down, we won’t know how else we can help him!”
Zhuang Nainai’s eyes narrowed. He’d been having a high fever for a week? How could it be that serious?!
She hurriedly went upstairs with Uncle Li. When she entered the bedroom, her gaze immediately landed on Si Zhengting.
He lay in bed, a blanket draped over him. He looked frail. His face was flushed, his eyes tightly shut. His characteristic masculine aura permeated the room.
Uncle Li handed her the antipyretics. “Madam, this is the medicine that Sir should be taking.”
Zhuang Nainai lowered her head and looked at the medicine, then looked at the man on the bed. His entire body was burrowed under the blankets. Only his head was uncovered. His current state made her forget about his haughty, cold, and elegant self. Now, he looked like an overgrown child. She swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue and took the proffered pills from Uncle Li’s hands.
Uncle Li took the opportunity to turn around, planning to leave.
“Uncle Li,” Zhuang Nainai called.
Uncle Li turned back.
Zhuang Nainai was silent for a moment, then said, “When he wakes up, you are not allowed to let him know that I was here.”
Uncle Li was taken aback. “Madam, this…”
Zhuang Nainai pursed her lips. “If you can’t promise me this, I’ll leave now.”
Uncle Li was speechless. Could he not promise her, then?
Uncle Li closed the door. Only the two of them were in the room now.
Zhuang Nainai’s gaze was drawn to his face. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him.
Now that no one was around, she could size him up unabashedly.
His already slim face had grown gaunt. His cheekbones were protruding, causing the contours of his face to look sharper and tougher.
At that moment, he seemed to be dreaming. He raved briefly and unintelligibly.
Zhuang Nainai brought her ears closer to his mouth and managed to make out some of what he was saying. “Nainai… get out of the way! Nainai, don’t leave me…”
When she heard his words, it was as though her heart had suddenly been grasped by a huge hand. She suddenly felt an excruciating pain.
Her eyes watered and her nose tingled. She pursed her lips and took a step forward. She couldn’t help but say softly, “If you can’t bear not seeing me, how could you bear to send me away?”
After she said these words, she sighed. She couldn’t help but reach out and stroke his forehead.
His burning hot forehead shocked her to the core. And he furrowed his brows, moving his head slightly, as though he didn’t like being touched. But after feeling the coolness of her touch, he turned his head back, allowing her hand to rest on his forehead. He relaxed, even rubbing his forehead against her palm, as though he was a cat trying to please its master.