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Chen Weiwei was frightened by his shout and stood there in a daze.

"Hubby …"

Seeing that she had finally calmed down, Bei Tang Bing stretched out his arm and touched her forehead without the previous gentleness. He compared it with his own and said with a gloomy face, "From now on, you have to drink more hot water. If you don't get better within three days, don't blame me for killing you."

He was so angry that he directly used a hot towel to wipe off her sweat. His actions were very crude, without any of the gentleness from before. Chen Weiwei's petite body was pushed left and right by him just like that.

Chen Weiwei was held back by his hot towel and was unable to breathe. Beitang Bing helped her clean up and then directly pushed her face onto the pillow, feeling like his head was trembling.

She tried to get up, but Beitang Bing held her head and said in a low voice: "Sleep well."

Then, he directly ripped off her clothes and started using a hot towel to wipe her body. Chen Weiwei struggled uncomfortably for a bit, but he rudely turned her body over. He also wiped her back quickly and then flipped her over again.

She was like a doll being tossed around by him.

After helping her pull the blanket over his, Beitang Bing carried the water and walked out.

It was really too hateful!

Chen Weiwei sat up on the bed and clenched his fists in anger. Suddenly, he felt much better. Even his head still hurt a little. The pain was severe and heavy.

Downstairs, Si Mo Yun had already left.

Beitang Qing had just opened the door and walked in, and Chu Shimeng followed closely behind her. Beitang Bing stopped and frowned unnoticeably.

"Big sister Meng, come in quickly."

Beitang Qing had just returned and met Chu Shimeng at the elevator. She was hesitating to go back and forth when Chu Shimeng said that she heard that Chen Weiwei was sick and wanted to come over to see if she was feeling better.

Chu Shimeng lifted her head to see Beitang Bing standing there, one hand on the banister as she coldly looked at everything in the living room. Chu Shimeng's gaze was still on him.

"Big Sister Meng, please sit for a moment. I'll go get you a cup of water."

Chu Shimeng slightly moved her lips and smiled, then started chatting with Beitang Bing, "I heard from my friend that Chen Wei was sick, so I came over to see her. She should be feeling better now, right?"

"Your friend?" Beitang Bing put his hands into his pockets and asked with an ice-cold expression, "Which friend of yours is this?"

Chu Shimeng answered him without knowing the reason, "Gu Sixuan, he said that Chen Weiwei is sick and told me to come over and visit Weiwei when I have time. She also said that he would like to pay her respects. Her body is in a critical condition, so she can't go to work until she recovers."

Beitang Bing did not have much of a reaction, and only looked at her indifferently and deeply. This caused Chu Shimeng to feel uncomfortable. Chu Shimeng gave an awkward smile, "Ice, is something the matter?"

His current appearance was truly a bit scary.

Beitang Bing's thin lips curled up slightly as he let out a sneer, as if he hadn't heard her question. He asked her, "Luo Jun is back?"

After a long pause, Chu Shimeng smiled and said, "That's right!"

"Tell her for me." Beitang Bing turned his body, revealing a clear outline. He glanced downstairs, "Tell me that I received his greeting gift."

Chu Shimeng frowned in puzzlement, "What do you mean by a greeting gift?"

"You don't need to understand." Bei Tang Bing's steps were light and slow, and he listened clearly, step by step, "You just have to help me tell him that I won't let this go."

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped at a certain point and he looked coldly at Chu Shimeng, "I hope this has nothing to do with you."

With that, he went up the stairs. Chu Shimeng was completely confused as to what was wrong. When Beitang Qing came out with a cup of hot tea and invited her to take a seat, Chu Shimeng tactfully refused, "I know that nothing will happen to her. I still have other things to take care of, so I'll be leaving first."

"Ah?" You are leaving right after coming over? " Beitang Qing looked at the cup of tea in her hands. She had just brewed it recently.

Chu Shimeng went out, waved goodbye, and walked towards the elevator. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, so she quickly called Luo Jun.

As usual, the phone rang for a long time.

"Luo Jun, what's going on?" "Beitang Bing said that he wanted me to tell you that you gave him a greeting gift. What does that mean?"

The other side laughed coldly. It was an indifferent and cold laugh. "He's really warning me from every direction."

"What is going on?"

Chu Shimeng was very anxious and wanted to know what was going on, but Luo Jun did not seem to care, "Knowing too much is not good for you. It's better to not know too much. I also don't like a woman being a stumbling block for me."

"Luo Jun." Chu Shimeng stopped him from hanging up the phone, "You really know Chen Weiwei, don't you? You know Beitang Bing too? That's why when I went to find you that day, you didn't even meet Beitang Bing face to face. Now that you've just returned, Beitang Bing told me to pass on these weird words to you. What exactly is the relationship between you two? "

She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she had discovered some unknown secret. After waiting for a long time, she heard the sound of someone hanging up the phone.

Chu Shimeng watched as the screen on her phone turned gray, then dark, then black. She felt that there must be some unknown secret between them.

So, Beitang Bing had known Luo Jun for a long time?

So, because she knew Luo Jun definitely wouldn't be willing to help her, she told her to come out and be the middleman because she knew that her relationship with Luo Jun wasn't ordinary?

Chen Weiwei had been cooperating quite actively these past two days. Of course, the effect was also very good, as his fever had subsided a lot. She measured her body temperature and stopped him at the bathroom door, showing him the thermometer.

Beitang Bing glanced at him indifferently, "Un, you did very well."

"Hai." Chen Weiwei followed eagerly, "My body temperature has dropped, shouldn't you listen to me now?"

For the past two days, he had been avoiding all kinds of looks, all kinds of questions, all kinds of reasons, and all kinds of opportunities for her to ask any questions.

"Talk to me when you're better." Bei Tang Bing wiped his short hair, "Right now shut up, just take a shower and go to sleep."

Chen Weiwei was angry. He threw away the thermometer and sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed. Looking at how he was tidying up, she tugged at his pajamas and said in a very emotional tone, "I want to take a bath too."

He replied indifferently, "You are not allowed to take a bath until your fever has subsided."

"Aiya, look, I'm about to stink."

"Be good." Beitang Bing walked to the bedside and stood with his long legs in front of her. She had no choice but to raise his head and look at him. He looked down at her, "I don't mind you."

My God, I hate myself.

With this thought in mind, Chen Weiwei pulled at his pajamas and was about to take it off. Anyway, she didn't care about that much anymore. If she didn't take a bath now, he would die from discomfort even if he didn't have a fever.

His pajamas were pulled up to his neck, but before he could take it off, he was forced back into his pajamas by Beitang Bing. He helped her to adjust his dress and said with a dark expression, "Obediently go back and sleep."

"Hmph, I feel so bad." She snorted angrily.

"Endure it. It'll be fine in two days."

"I really can't take it anymore." She felt itchy all over her body, and even those who were good at it got angry all of a sudden. If she didn't take a bath now, lice would grow out of her body.

His eyes darkened as he carried her and stood up. She stood a little taller than him on the bed and looked at his deep black eyes with a pair of large eyes. He lovingly supported her, "Is it really that hard to bear? You can't even tolerate it for a day? "

"Yes."

She puckered her lips in grievance and looked at him gloomily, hoping that he would allow her to take a bath.

Beitang Bing sighed slightly, picked her up and carried his towards the bathroom. Chen Weiwei put his arms around his neck and waited quietly.

He placed her on the washstand and took the hot water. He placed the towel in the hot water and wrung it out before opening her pajamas. He saw the long scar on her body. It was so eye-piercing that he intentionally ignored it and helped her wipe it.

Chen Weiwei twisted and complained, "I'm not feeling well."

She still wanted to take a bath, but Beitang Bing interrupted her with a cold expression. "If you're not feeling well, you have to endure it. Don't push your luck."

"I …" I just want to take a shower. Why is it so hard? It's harder than having a baby.

Suddenly, she froze. In such a quiet moment, the two of them faced each other. She whispered with a testing tone, "Hubby, can I really not get pregnant?"

When Xia Yu told her, she was unwilling to believe it, and she also didn't want to believe Si Mo Yun's silence.

She had hypnotized herself time and time again, giving herself one last hope after another. However, there were some things that she needed to understand in the end.

In this world, I only believe what you say. I just want to hear it for myself.

Suddenly, the temperature in the room stopped, and Beitang Bing's movements stopped at her waist. After a while, he continued wiping her, and spoke very casually, "Are you doubting my abilities?"

"…" Her eyes dimmed as she continued to ask, "Is it true that I can't conceive?"

Bei Tang Bing pursed her lips as she replied calmly, "Wait for your health to recover. I'll let you experience it day and night. Being pregnant is my responsibility as your husband."

He still didn't answer her directly.

He was escaping.

Chen Weiwei bit her lip, confirming his answer, "You're avoiding my question. Does that mean it's true? I can't have a baby in the future, right?"

Is it three words?

She couldn't suppress her tears. Her eyes were red as she stared at the man in front of her.

After a moment of silence, Beitang Bing pursed his lips and looked at her. Her arms were still on his shoulders as she saw him majestically standing in front of her.

Beitang Bing said with a straight face, "Pets are creatures that come out to fight with me for love. I don't like it."

"Answer my question." Her shoulders drooped, her fists clenched in a suppressed growl.

Bei Tang Bing shifted his gaze away and held her waist, feeling a bit agitated. He tightly furrowed his brows and looked at a corner of the bathroom, not saying a word.

After a long while, he seemed to have been repressed for a long time. He then turned around and was about to leave.

The woman behind him immediately embraced his narrow waist tightly, her cheek pressed intimately against his back. She spoke with a trembling voice that must have been a deep struggle, "Tell me, I beg you, will you give me the right to know the truth?"