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lowered his head and kissed Su Wanbai's cheeks, then kicked the door open.

"I want to take a bath!" Just as Murong Aotian put Su Wanbai down, she said with a wooden face.

"Sure, I have some business to attend to. After showering, obediently wait for me on the bed! " Murong Aotian patted her head and walked into the study with big strides.

More than an hour had passed, Murong Aotian closed his laptop and returned to his bedroom.

Eh? Su Wanbai was actually not on the bed. The balcony was closed, and there were bodyguards outside. Where could she go? That's right, she said she wanted to take a bath, but it was impossible for her to do so until now! Murong Aotian walked to the door of the bathroom, and the sound of water splashing could be heard.

With the door locked, Murong Aotian fiercely crashed open the door.

Su Wanbai squatted under the falling flowers while dressed in clothes. Her long hair hung down, almost covering her entire face. She just sat there, barefoot and motionless. Murong Aotian rushed over and extended his hand out. The water was ice-cold.

Could it be that she had spent so much time here, bathing in cold water?

Murong Aotian's eyes were filled with scarlet red, and a pain that he had never felt before seized him. His throat was full of bitterness. He didn't even have time to turn off the shower before he picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom.

Su Wanbai's eyes were still tightly shut, her face as white as paper.

Murong Aotian gently helped her to remove her drenched clothes, took up a bath towel to help her wipe her body dry, and then covered her with a quilt. She seemed to have just felt the cold, and her whole body was trembling.

Murong Aotian probed her forehead.

"Call the doctor!" Murong Aotian walked out of the bedroom and shouted at the door.

Hearing the young master's orders, the bodyguards immediately went next door to look for the Dr. Zhang. Dr. Zhang, who was still immersed in his beautiful dream, was lifted up from the bed.

A few minutes later, the thermometer placed on Su Wanbai's armpit was taken out.

"Take the antipyretic first. If you can't, then send them to the hospital." Dr. Zhang tried his best to hold in his yawning and tried to cheer up.

"If not? Will the fever not subside after taking the medicine? " Murong Aotian grabbed Dr. Zhang by his collar, looking as though he could tear Dr. Zhang apart at any time.

"In such weather, coupled with the Miss Su's weak physique …" Dr. Zhang braced himself to explain.

Housekeeper Li who was standing quietly at the side walked over and whispered in his ear, "The treatment is urgent, Miss Su can't wait!"

The killing intent in Murong Aotian's eyes slowly faded as he let Dr. Zhang go into the medicine box to look for medicine.

Su Wanbai seemed to have already fallen into a coma, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't drink the antipyretic. Dr. Zhang was sweating profusely, his hands trembling slightly. The young master was looking at him from behind. What could she do? Does this Miss Su not want to live anymore? She was resisting the treatment with what remained of her will.

"Pry open your teeth and let me drink!" Murong Aotian's roar came from behind as the Dr. Zhang trembled in fear.

But just as she drank a few mouthfuls, Su Wanbai choked, and started coughing violently, almost to the point of coughing her lungs out.

Murong Aotian pushed Dr. Zhang away and raised his head to drink a large gulp of antipyretic medicine. He pinched her chin and slowly stuffed it into her mouth. She did not resist, and there was no more coughing. The extremely impatient male lion finally calmed down a little. He fed the medicine to Su Wanbai precisely according to the quantity told him by the Dr. Zhang.

"Young master, you should go rest. I'll guard it." The Housekeeper Li said.

"All of you, leave." Murong Aotian's gaze was still fixed on Su Wanbai's face, not leaving for even a moment.

Housekeeper Li gave Dr. Zhang a meaningful glance, and the two of them quickly walked out of the bedroom.

Murong AoTian sat there for a while, suddenly feeling that he should do something. He remembered when he was a kid with a fever, his mother had used a towel soaked in cold water to rub it on his forehead. Thus, he rolled up his sleeves and went to the bathroom. He had never done this kind of work before, and Mu Rong Ao Tian was unfamiliar with it. He found himself wringing his hands too hard, and then he found that there was too much cold water in the towel. He had to repeat it many times before he had a proper grasp of the situation.

During the long night, Murong Aotian tirelessly went back and forth between his bed and the bathroom.

rubbed his bloodshot eyes as he gently placed his palm on Su Wanbai's forehead. The fever had finally subsided!

Housekeeper Li asked the waiter to bring him breakfast. The fragrance of the porridge and side dishes wafted into the bedroom.

Su Wanbai's sense of smell was the first one to awaken. She moved his body and discovered that there was something heavy pressed on her. Slowly opening his eyes, Murong Aotian sat on the side of the bed. His head was pressed against her lower abdomen.

With her actions, Murong Aotian immediately woke up.

"You want to go to the toilet?" Murong Aotian asked coldly.

"Not going." Su Wanbai looked around, her gaze landing on the nearby food.

Murong Aotian supported Su Wanbai who was leaning against the headboard of the bed, and even placed two pillows behind her.

"I'll feed you!" Murong Aotian picked up a bowl of purple rice porridge, carefully scooped a spoonful of it and blew on it with his mouth.

When Su Wanbai saw this face, she was no longer in the mood to eat. She pursed her lips and turned her head away.

"If you don't want to say it directly with a spoon, I'll just use my mouth." The corner of Murong Aotian's mouth raised into a demonic smile, and he pounced forward.

Su Wanbai quickly took the bowl and started to eat.

No matter what, he had to fill his stomach first. The taste of the porridge was quite good, and it tasted light and refreshing. The current Murong Aotian was obviously a babysitter. He placed the dishes on the table into a small plate and carried it over to Su Wanbai, one by one.

When Housekeeper Li pushed the door and entered, Murong Aotian was handing over a tissue to Su Wanbai.

"Young master, I …" Housekeeper Li was surprised by this scene and momentarily forgot what he wanted to say.

"What is it?" Murong Aotian seemed to have been pulled out from some kind of situation. The warmth on his face instantly froze and even the hand holding the tissue forcefully drooped down.

Housekeeper Li's mind went blank for a few seconds, before he finally remembered to say something.

"Young Master Yang is here, I still want to talk about cooperation with you." The Housekeeper Li said.

"Let him go directly to the manager below to discuss with him, without harming the group's interests, and give him the greatest preferential treatment. And I'm too busy to see him. " Murong Aotian said.

Su Wanbai seemed to have suddenly remembered something as she looked all around anxiously for something.

"The portrait I gave Mr. Yang has not been given to him yet. Where's my painting set? Where did you put it? " Su Wanbai said as she was about to get off the bed.

"It's in the living room. Housekeeper Li, bring it over to him." Murong Aotian grabbed Su Wanbai's arm, causing her to frown in pain.

This woman was truly filled with love. She seemed to be able to smile and welcome all the men in the world. Only she was always cold towards him. At the very least, they were close friends, so how could she be so heartless and heartless?

"Woman, lie still and get up immediately!" The tip of Murong Aotian's nose was less than a centimeter away from Su Wanbai's.

Su Wanbai did not seem to hear what he said as she took a step back to avoid him and walked straight towards the door.

Housekeeper Li looked at the young master and then at Su Wanbai, not knowing what to do next.

Murong Aotian was stunned for a few seconds, then he and Su Wanbai went downstairs one after another.

Yang Qianran sat on the sofa in the living room, his slender hands folded across each other, looking relaxed and at ease. He seemed to be quite free, sipping his coffee and leafing through the women's magazines on the coffee table. The girl on the cover had a pretty face and a hot body. She was wearing a three-point swimsuit, which made people think about her. Yang Qianran seemed to be very interested in her, his gaze was fixated on the location of the girl's chest the entire time, and countless shapes of hearts appeared in his eyes.

"Mr. Yang, your portrait!" Su Wanbai found the painting that she missed and handed it over to Yang Qianran from the corner of the living room. Su Wanbai walked in front of him leisurely and handed it over to him with both hands.

"It's really great! When I get home, I'll frame it and hang it on the wall! " Yang Qianran took the portrait and looked at it carefully, as if he was an expert at it.

"I didn't bring any money today. I only brought a credit card!" Yang Qianran touched his pockets, looking awkward.

"I paint people for free. I don't charge money." The corner of Su Wanbai's mouth rose slightly, revealing a bright smile.

"That would be too embarrassing. "Why don't I invite you out for a cup of coffee or something!" Yang Qianran, who was not immune to beauties, asked subconsciously.

"She is my woman! This is my second and last time! " Murong Aotian's gloomy voice came out from the stairs.

Yang Qianran was in a daze and almost went to grab Su Wangbai's small hand. Damn, he almost forgot that. Who was Mu Rong Ao Tian? He was a man with overflowing power and ruthlessness. He wouldn't even dare to try and steal his woman even if he had a hundred times the guts. Moreover, he had a request for him now, so he couldn't ask for more from the tiger's head.

"It's just a joke, why are you being so serious?" Yang Qianran said with a mischievous smile.

When Housekeeper Li brought Yang Qianran out to discuss cooperation, Su Wanbai and Murong Aotian were the only two left in the living room. Su Wanbai quietly arranged her drawing equipment, and just as she was about to go upstairs, Murong Aotian's tall figure blocked him in the middle.

"Draw me a new portrait. The one from last time was too inattentive!" Murong Aotian said coldly.

"The last one?" Which one? I've never painted you. " Su Wanbai frowned, searching her memories for relevant images.

"The one you left in the trash can outside the door, I got it back." Murong Aotian said.

Su Wanbai realised and was stunned, this man was truly shameless to the extreme. That day, she only drew him out of the blue. She didn't think that she would be able to pick her up even if she threw her picture into the trash can. She had always thought that he was a pervert, but she never expected that he was really a complete pervert that even dared to be interested in the things in the trash can. Not only did she keep them for herself, she even took them out to say they were shameless and smelly men!