Why hasn’t Mr. Su agreed to let him date Little Jiu? Why is Little Jiu still hiding her relationship with this boy?
“Is Little Jiu sick? Can I see her?” Rong Si looked worried.
Auntie Zhang stepped aside to let him in and nodded. “Little Jiu is sick and has a high fever. You can go up and see her. But, are you really Little Jiu’s boyfriend?”
Rong Si nodded confidently. “Really. My name is Rong Si.”
“Rong Si? You’re Rong Si? The Rong Si who won an award at such a young age? I think I saw you on television back then. No wonder I found you a little familiar. I didn’t remember you just now!”
Little Jiu is having a fever.
Or a high fever?
Rong Si’s chest tightened as if he had been beaten. Then, he quickly followed Auntie Zhang upstairs and opened the door to Su Jiu’s room.
“Speaking of which, you seem to be doing research overseas, right? Why are you back? Did you come back especially?” Auntie Zhang asked curiously.
Rong Si nodded and looked at Su Jiu.
This room was dominated by pink and white tones, filled with girlishness. The soft morning breeze ruffled the muslin curtains.
On the big European-style bed, Su Jiu lay quietly with her eyes closed. Her cheeks were sickly red from the fever, and her brows were slightly furrowed.
“…”
Rong Si’s throat moved as he hurried over to sit on the bed. He reached out and touched her forehead.
It was really hot.
His heart lurched as he stared at her small face. “You’re seriously ill,” he said grimly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Su Jiu thought she heard the little villain’s voice. Am I hallucinating because of the fever?
The little villain is still studying abroad. How could this be real?
Rong Si’s long fingers touched her frown, as if he wanted to smooth it away for her.
Instinctively, Su Jiu leaned into his palm. Feeling her forehead burning, Rong Si got up decisively and bent down. He reached down and picked her up from the bed, intending to take her to the hospital.
This couldn’t continue. She needs to see a doctor.
Su Jiu felt terrible. It was as if she could not muster any strength in her body, as if she did not even have the strength to open her eyes. She felt like someone was carrying her out, and the familiar scent of that person made her feel safe. She knew inwardly that she did not need to be afraid or resist at all.
Is it the little villain?
It’s him, I think.
She wanted to open her eyes and see if it was him.
However, she was afraid that she was really hallucinating.
Hence, she kept her eyes shut and allowed Rong Si to bring her to the hospital.
The doctor gave Su Jiu a simple examination. After taking her temperature, he adjusted his glasses and said, “Her fever is 39.6 degrees. We’ll give her an infusion.”
Rong Si arranged a ward for Su Jiu and laid her down on the bed. The nurse started an IV.
The doctor also prescribed some fever medicine. Rong Si was about to turn around and pour some water when a small, hot hand grabbed his wrist.
He stopped and immediately turned back to meet Su Jiu’s clear eyes.
“Big Brother, it’s really you. Don’t go…” Su Jiu grabbed him tightly. “Why are you here? Am I seeing things…?”
Rong Si gripped her hand instead. “You’re not. It’s really me. I’m back.”
Su Jiu knew that he had come back from overseas to see her. Her heart skipped a beat.
She didn’t think she had said anything to him about her health on the phone call from the previous day, but somehow, he knew that she was seriously ill and had rushed back.
