Chapter 122 - Cold Fever

"Aiyo, when you know that takeout food doesn't suit your palate why did you eat it?" Zhao Wei had been nagging Darren from the moment he came to visit her on Sunday.

Coming over to Dylan's family house on Sunday had become a tradition for both Darren and Dylan himself. If they both were in the city, they would always pay a visit to Zhao Wei.

Right now, Darren was sitting on a cushion while Zhao Wei sat behind him on a couch. She opened a bottle of a medicinal oil and after pouring some on her hands, she lightly massaged Darren's temples in a circular motion. 

"Beauty Wei, my headache is already killing me. Can you stop reprimanding me?" Darren's voice sounded heavy because of his condition. Because of his stomach, he was running a fever and his head felt really heavy.

"How can I stop? My son is sick, do you know how worried I am right now?" Zhao Wei's voice sounded anxious as she replied.

"Beauty Wei, it's not a big deal. I have been through far worse, remember?" At his reminder, Zhao Wei's expressions turned dark.

"Why do you think I'm scared and worried? I don't wanna see you like that again. And France left you with me because she trusted me. How am I gonna face her if anything happened to you?" Darren's smiled at her response.

"Aiyaya, my second mother..." He got up to sit beside her on the couch and wrapped his arm around her shoulder as he said, "This frown doesn't suit you. I'm fine. It's a little fever and nothing else. With your food, love, and care, I'll be fine before you even know it."

Zhao Wei gave him a sad smile. As she remembered what happened in the past, her body shuddered. She caressed Darren's head with affection and said, "Take better care of yourself. Or you can get a wife to take care of you."

As Darren was about to speak, both of them heard Dylan's loud voice, "Mom, look your son is back. Won't you welcome me?" They both shook their heads and when Dylan entered the sitting room, he said, "No wonder my mother didn't bother replying. Her perfect son is sitting beside her."

Making an ugly face, he sat at the single couch and said, "Oi, Daz! Why are you here? Don't you have a girlfriend to keep company?"

Darren glared at Dylan while Zhao Wei looked at him eagerly, "Darren, you got a girlfriend?"

"Yeah," Darren replied while throwing an ugly look to Dylan who shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Dylan had opened his mouth to say something when Darren warned him, "I'm sick today, don't try to mess with me."

"Why didn't you bring her? I want to see her," Zhao Wei didn't pay attention to the tension between the boys as she was solely focused on the fact that Darren finally had a girlfriend.

"Bring her? You want me to bring my girlfriend to meet my two fierce mothers on our second day of dating? Are you sure you don't wanna scare her away?" Although he meant every word he said, he still said it in a playful tone.

"How can we dare to scare her? It's just that I'm really excited and I'm sure France is also gonna be." Zhao Wei sounded like an excited teenager.

"Beauty Wei, we are just trying to figure out our relationship and feelings for now. Let's not get the poor girl involved in family stuff for now. I'm sure that'll be a burden to her," Darren spoke for Xiu's sake since he knew how eager his mother and Zhao Wei were to get him married. Although he was never forced to do anything, he could still tell that they wished to see him happy.

"Ah, hello! I'm also in the same room. Why do you guys always treat me as thin air?" Dylan complained since he was completely left out of this conversation. It was like he didn't even exist at all. When the other two looked at him and Dylan achieved his goal of getting their attention, he said, "Mom, I'm telling you his girlfriend is a monster. She pulled my hair last night. Can you believe that?"

"Oh my goodness, I'm already in love with this girl," said Zhao Wei making Darren smile.

"Mom, are you sure I'm your son?" Dylan looked at her pitifully.

"You can do a paternity test if you have doubts," replied Zhao Wei without flinching and turned to Darren as she said, "You go upstairs and lay down. I'll bring some porridge and soup for you."

When she left, Dylan came beside Darren and said, "You really are something. You have been the rebellious one between us and yet, everyone loves you."

"Darren's rebellious phase lasted for his teenage years. You are still that teenager going through his rebellious phase," came Zhao Wei's voice from behind. She had come back to pick her phone when she heard Dylan's words. "Dylan, even when Darren was rebellious he was responsible unlike you."

Dylan waited for his mother to leave and picked up a cushion to hit his best friend saying, "Why am I the only one getting rebuked all the time?"

"Didi, I have a fever. Stop messing around," Darren's voice was still heavy and his expressions were pained.

Dylan stopped for a moment and touched his forehead before saying, "It's a cold fever!" When he saw Darren leaving, he followed him upstairs and said, "Do you have any idea what that tyrant did to me last night? You didn't even ask!"

"Xiao Mei is not a tyrant. The most she can do to you is beat you with her baseball bat," Darren replied in a calm tone.

"Wow! You know and yet you left me with her?" Dylan looked at Darren accusingly while the latter still shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as if it had nothing to do with him. When Darren lied down in his old room, Dylan helped him with the blanket and sat beside him. "How did you get sick?"

"Not your concern," replied Darren.

Dylan didn't ask anything else. He wasn't an idiot who couldn't tell that his best friend was avoiding this topic. "You do remember Huang Ming's wedding, right?" Darren didn't reply but Dylan was unfazed by his silence as he continued, "You can bring a date. I mean your girlfriend can come with you."

"I don't even wanna go myself, why would I tag her along with me?" Darren retorted with his eyes closed. "Now stop talking, I really want to relax for a while."

Dylan got the hint and got up to pull the dr.a.p.es which instantly darkened the room.