Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

Lu Luozhi woke up around three or four in the afternoon.

Upon opening her eyes, she unexpectedly found herself facing Ying Yuchuan, who was sitting beside her bed.

"Am I...am I about to die, that's why you're staring at me like this?"

He didn't want to hear her say such unlucky things, and his handsome face remained serious.

"Don't use the word 'death' right away. With me here, you'll be fine."

He said in a calm voice.

Lu Luozhi stared with a pair of empty, lifeless eyes.

"...But why do I feel so bad? My legs, my hands...did you take advantage of my illness and secretly beat me up to vent your anger...?"

"Ugh... You're so scary, I never thought you were this kind of person..."

Ying Yuchuan, who had been watching over her without leaving her side, remained expressionless, arms crossed, quietly watching her performance.

Lu Luozhi pretended to wipe away her tears with the blanket.

"You're still so unmoved, that's too cruel..."

"The acting was too exaggerated."

"So you mean you admit you beat me up to vent your anger when I was sick?"

Ying Yuchuan felt a slight, dull pain in his temples.

"Have you said enough?"

Why is her illness different from other people's?

Does it have to be so... different?

Lu Luozhi had truly grasped the essence of her grandmother's teachings. She patted the quilt with one hand, wailing and crying, "Heavens and earth, I'm so miserable... why am I so unlucky..."

Ying Yuchuan was slightly helpless. He handed her the medicine he had prepared on the bedside table. "Take your medicine before you start acting."

"oh."

It's boring and not fun at all.

If it were a blond-haired guy, he probably would have already challenged her to a shouting contest.

She obediently listened and tried to reach for the pills in his hand, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, and her hand fell to the ground. She leaned back against the headboard.

She was so weak that she couldn't muster any strength; the high fever seemed to have drained all her energy away.

Seeing this, Ying Yuchuan sat down on the edge of the bed, held her against his chest, fed her medicine with one hand, and gave her a glass of warm water to drink with the other.

"I told you not to take a bath, but you wouldn't listen."

He couldn't help but think of her, "They say it's infectious."

It was rare for him to be so proactive, so Lu Luozhi secretly touched his firm chest muscles with one hand, wanting to feel the texture.

Last night before bed, she accidentally watched too many suggestive videos of muscular men with eight-pack abs on Douyin, which made her really curious if Ying Yuchuan had a physique like that...

"What are you doing with your hands?"

Ying Yuchuan's voice was slightly deep as he grasped her hand, which was wandering unruly across his chest.

She buried herself even deeper into his arms, pressing her cheek against his chest and pretending to be dead.

"My head is so dizzy, why am I so dizzy..."

It's confirmed, he has pectoral muscles, as for whether they're eight-pack...

She'll definitely find a way to see it next time.

Hearing that she felt dizzy, Ying Yuchuan placed his large, warm hand on her forehead.

His fever has subsided a bit; he just checked it, and it's down to 37 degrees Celsius.

"I'll have Dr. Lin come over and examine you again."

Lu Luozhi dared not actually let him call the doctor, and quickly said, "No need, just let me lean against you for a while."

She just wanted to take advantage of him.

Ying Yuchuan then looked down.

Although she was lying through her teeth, her illness was undeniable; she was pale and so weak that even her breathing was labored.

"Um."

He reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her closer to him.

He showed no impatience towards her whatsoever.

"Damn it."

He asked her softly, "Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

She's so thin.

"ice cream."

Her answer left Ying Yuchuan, who was mentally planning to treat her illness, completely speechless.

"No!"

He rejected her bluntly and without any politeness.

"Who eats ice cream when they have a fever?"

"That ice cream."

"..."

"Boba milk tea".

Ying Yuchuan really tried to keep up with her train of thought, but he found that he couldn't understand a single word she said.

A patient with a high fever still wants to drink milk tea and eat ice cream?

They're only seven years apart, is the generation gap really that big?

He even felt that managing a large corporation was far easier than talking to her.

"No!"

He rejected all her requests with a blank expression.

Lu Luozhi timidly raised her eyes to meet his gaze, and asked him pleadingly, "Lemon tea?"

"..."

Ying Yuchuan's response to her was to tell her to lie down on the bed and cover her with a blanket.

"Go to sleep, you can have anything in your dreams."

???

Now, it was Shiroe's turn to be speechless.

She coughed weakly twice and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Ying, you will lose my love for you if you do this."

Ying Yuchuan didn't want to listen to her nonsense.

But what did she just say?

Love?

"Yuchuan, Yuchuan, are you in your room?"

The old man's call interrupted all his deep thoughts.

He gave her a cryptic look before replying, "Yes."

The door to the room was not closed, and Grandpa Ying walked in with cheerful steps.

He completely ignored Ying Yuchuan, who was standing there, and walked to the bedside.

"Girl, I heard from Old Ye that you were sick as soon as I got back, so I came to see you."

He asked her with concern, "How are you? How sick are you? Are you feeling any better?"

"Oh dear, how could you be so careless and let her get a fever? Yuchuan, how did you take care of her?"

Only then did he notice his grandson standing to the side.

"How did you manage to take such good care of him?"

Ying Yuchuan frowned slightly.

His grandfather didn't like deer branches, so why did his attitude change so quickly all of a sudden?

"Grandpa, I'm fine."

Lu Luozhi tried to smooth things over, saying, "I just caught a chill while taking a shower. It has nothing to do with Ying Yuchuan. Don't talk about him."

"Oh dear, you're being too formal, sir."

With a beaming smile, Grandpa Ying said, "You are my granddaughter-in-law, so you should call me Grandpa like Yuchuan does. Come on, call me Grandpa."

"grandfather?"

Lu Luozhi was also confused by his rapidly changing attitude.

"Grandpa, is something wrong?"

As his grandson, Ying Yuchuan could tell at a glance that the old man must have something on his mind, otherwise he wouldn't have made a special trip over.

In the Ying family, even if the younger generation had something to say, they had to go to the main house in person to talk to him.

"There is indeed something going on."

The smile on Old Master Ying's face never stopped.

Today, he finally regained face in front of Liu Chong and his gang, and he was in an extremely good mood. Even if someone asked him to lend him ten million, he would lend it without hesitation.

"Hey girl, are you free the day after tomorrow?"

He asked Lu Luozhi in a kind and gentle voice.

"The day after tomorrow?"

She blinked blankly. "I have time. What's up?"

"It's nothing serious. Grandpa is just planning to take you to a birthday banquet of a big shot in the art collecting world, and by the way, introduce you to them."

He became even happier after saying this.

"Let me tell you, this morning I took those two calligraphy pieces to the association and showed them to the president and the others. They all liked them very much and said that I must bring you to attend, so that these old men can see what it means for the younger generation to surpass the older generation."

"real?"

As expected, professionals know their stuff.

When she was selling Spring Festival couplets, some people even criticized her for writing rubbish, saying that a handwritten couplet cost fifty yuan.

That's great, finally someone can clear her name, hahaha...

Lu Luozhi was in a great mood, her smile revealing a set of bright white teeth. She was overjoyed, feeling as if she had miraculously recovered without any medicine, and immediately patted her chest to guarantee it.

"Go, I must go, I must go and earn more face for your grandfather."

Ying Yuchuan was somewhat surprised.

She can also write calligraphy?

How come his grandfather knew, but he, as her husband, didn't?