You're my wife, don't doubt it!

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Xiao Yao and Shen Jie exchanged a glance, both bewildered—you've been putting on such a show for so long, and this is all you've got?

"Do you have any good medicines here? Medical technology should have improved by now, right?" Xiao Yao asked, looking at the medicine box in her hand.

Shen Tianyun frowned, put down the medicine box, and took off both white canvas shoes with her feet, one bare foot on the ground and the other knee on the bed, the sole of her foot facing Xiao Yao. She reached out to touch Shen Jie's forehead: "Have you taken fever-reducing medicine? It's not too hot."

"I have eaten, but I still have a fever."

To be honest, as soon as Shen Tianyun took off her shoes, the whole room was filled with the smell of the computer lab from when we had computer classes in junior high school.

Generally, white socks look dirty, but even her skin-colored socks had gotten her soles black, and they seemed to have some yellow sand stuck to them. Long runs stretched from her toes down her arch and stopped at her heel; it was clear these socks were beyond repair.

"These cheap street vendor items, ten pairs for eight yuan, are really not good enough," Xiao Yao thought.

“You can’t take fever reducers for a while,” Shen Tianyun said, walking barefoot to the sofa without slippers. She picked up the first-aid kit, took out a box of medicine, and looked at it. “It’s not expired yet… If the fever is high, you can try this suppository after 6 hours.”

"I remember you went to a sports school, not a nursing school, right?" Xiao Yao was a little stunned.

"Isn't this common sense?" Shen Tianyun bent down, straightened the sock that was wrapped up on her right foot, handed the box of medicine to Shen Jie, and then knelt on the bed and whispered in Shen Jie's ear.

"Why don't you go wash your hands first..." Xiao Yao couldn't help but suggest.

Shen Tianyun ignored him.

"I don't want it!..." Shen Jie suddenly pushed the box of medicine away, protesting with her face flushed red.

"Xiao Yao, you can go out now," Shen Tianyun turned her face away, "My mother needs to rest."

"No manners..." Xiao Yao muttered as he walked toward the wardrobe, "You're wearing slippers? Your feet stink. Go wash them."

Xiao Yao went back to the soap room, lit the gas stove with a match, cooked two bowls of wontons, poured sesame oil on them, and carried them one by one to Shen Tianyun's room.

"Is that all?" Shen Tianyun wolfed down her food, holding a small spoon.

"That's all, take it all," Xiao Yao said irritably. "If you want more, go buy some yourself!"

"Waaah, you're being mean to me." Shen Tianyun put down the small spoon, clenched her fists, palms facing inward, and held them in front of her eyes, twisting her wrists up and down ninety degrees: "Am I, a beautiful middle school girl, going to eat this little bit?"

"I'm being mean to you, I might even hit you." Why do you two always say the same thing: "Wife, drink slowly, be careful it's hot."

"This is such differential treatment!" Shen Tianyun exclaimed.

"Why haven't you washed your feet yet? They smell terrible!"

Shen Jie held the thermos cup in both hands and carefully drank the water infused with goji berries, while Xiao Yao supported the bottom of the thermos cup for her.

"Okay, I won't drink anymore." Shen Jie shook her head. Xiao Yao quickly took the thermos, carefully screwed on the lid, and placed it on the coffee table by the bedside.

Then, Xiao Yao picked up the bowl of wontons, scooped one up with a small spoon, brought it to his lips, and gently blew on it for a while: "Ah—"

“I’ll do it myself!” Shen Jie protested.

"what--"

In the end, she couldn't resist Xiao Yao's persuasion and swallowed the wontons on the spoon.

Xiao Yao suddenly realized that this was the first time he had fed Shen Jie.

"Is it good? Is it a little bland?" Xiao Yao asked.

"It's alright, cough cough, I can't taste anything right now," Shen Jie said after thinking for a moment.

"Is that so..." Xiao Yao thought to himself, and then naturally put a wonton into his mouth: "Hmm... it's alright."

“You…” Shen Jie’s face flushed red.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yao blew on the third wonton and naturally brought it to Shen Jie's lips: "Ah—"

Shen Jie glared at him for three seconds, and finally hesitantly opened her mouth and put the spoon that Xiao Yao had just eaten from in her mouth.

"what--"

"Damn it, you can feed me, but stop with the 'ah' sounds, okay? It's disgusting!" Shen Tianyun slammed her hand on the table. "I'm so disgusted I can't eat anymore."

"If you can't eat, our family can save a lot of food," Xiao Yao retorted casually.

“Tianyun is right,” Shen Jie said weakly. “I’m not a child.”

“If you’re feeling envious or jealous,” Xiao Yao turned around and said with a smile, “you should catch a cold too.”

"Hmph!" Shen Tianyun sneered through her nose. "Then I must stay healthy and live to be a hundred years old!"

“That’s wonderful. As parents, our greatest wish is for our children to be healthy and live long lives,” Xiao Yao said.

"Hiss—" Shen Tianyun deliberately crossed her arms and made a very cold gesture.

And so, taking two bites from you and one bite from me, Xiao Yao finished feeding the whole bowl of wontons.

"Are you full? I'll cook more if you're still hungry..."

"That's enough, that's enough," Shen Jie said hurriedly.

Xiao Yao heard a "beep" sound; it turned out that Shen Tianyun had turned on the air conditioner.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Yao scolded.

"It's hot!" Shen Tianyun said, sounding aggrieved. "Aren't you hot?"

Actually, Xiao Yao was also a little hot: "How can you be so inconsiderate? Your mother is sick, turn off the TV right now!"

"I've already turned up the temperature." Shen Tianyun reluctantly turned off the air conditioner.

"How about," Xiao Yao thought for a moment, "you come to my room and enjoy the air conditioning?"

“Fine,” Shen Tianyun reluctantly agreed, “No, you two should go over there, otherwise we won’t be able to use each other’s photo rooms from different eras.”

“That’s true.” Xiao Yao nodded and helped Shen Jie up. “Come and lend a hand.”

"I don't want to go, your bed smells..." Shen Jie muttered, throwing a childish tantrum.

Despite saying that, she was fairly cooperative in her movements. Her bare feet touched the ground, and she stood up with the help of Xiao Yao and Shen Tianyun on either side.

“I can walk by myself… don’t make such a big deal out of it…” Shen Jie complained.

The two men helped Shen Jie back to Xiao Yao's room, one after the other, and settled her back into bed.

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower first! Call me if you need anything!" Shen Tianyun said, turning back before going into the closet.

Shen Jie nodded weakly and let out a soft "hmm" through her nose.

Xiao Yao escorted Shen Tianyun back to her room in 2034 and gently closed the wardrobe door: "Don't come over tonight if you don't have anything to do. I'll call you if I need anything. Your mother isn't feeling well, so I need to take good care of her."

"Tsk, old pervert—young pervert," Shen Tianyun said with a look of disdain, "You know she's sick, so don't do anything too outrageous while she's still alive."

"How could that be? And what's with 'while it's hot'? Your feet smell so bad, why aren't you washing them yet?"

"You're crazy! You've been saying that all night!"

"Your feet, your feet, your feet, I've been talking about it all night, have you washed them yet?"

--split line--

Xiao Yao brought over a washbasin and a foot basin, and used water from a filled thermos to help Shen Jie wash her face and feet: "Go to sleep early, goodnight."

"What are you doing sitting there?" Shen Jie asked as Xiao Yao moved a dining chair over and sat down on the edge of her bed.

“Taking care of patients and staying by their bedsides,” Xiao Yao said matter-of-factly.

Shen Jie was speechless: "I just have a minor cold. Are you planning to sit here all night? I have an exam during the day."

The girl frowned, leaned closer to the wall, and gently patted the person next to her. Xiao Yao quickly moved the chair back to the dining table and then climbed into bed.

Xiao Yao felt that the girl's body was a little hot, and couldn't help but touch her forehead again.

"I'm fine, go to sleep." Shen Jie removed the hand that was touching her forehead.

"Mmm." Xiao Yao obediently leaned against Shen Jie and lay down: "Actually, I'm quite happy that you can get a little sick."

"Happy?" Shen Jie frowned. "Have you lost your tongue again?"

"That way I can take care of you," Xiao Yao explained, "I feel both sorry for you and a little happy."

“…Go to sleep,” Shen Jie said.

Xiao Yao turned off the light, and the two lay side by side, the only sound in the air being their breathing.

A few minutes later, Shen Jie propped her head up again: "I'm not used to it, I'll sleep outside."

"?" Xiao Yao asked, puzzled. "Is there a difference?"

"I don't know—maybe it feels oppressive to sleep inside?"

As they spoke, Xiao Yao cooperated by exchanging the inside and outside with Shen Jie.

Wow, they're really good at causing trouble.

Xiao Yao stared at the top of the bed, where his grandmother had covered it with old calendars from the 8s and 90s. In the darkness, a young man with the air of a Hong Kong or Taiwanese star, whose name he didn't know, was smiling at him. "This reminds me of my parents. They always slept on opposite sides of the bed, one on the left and the other on the right. Then one day, for no apparent reason, they switched places. They felt something was off, so they switched back."

Shen Jie smiled softly but did not reply.

After a moment of silence, the two spoke simultaneously: "Daiyu just said they beat up Wang Ming." "Do you miss them both?"

"Wang Ming?" Shen Jie asked back, "Who is that?"

“You saw him in the hall,” Xiao Yao reminded her, “that guy with the pointed mouth and monkey-like face who threatened Zhou Qi to stay away from me or he would isolate her too.”

"Ah, I remember now," Shen Jie said, "Why did Daiyu hit him?"