After contracting to have a child, the icy female CEO became addicted.

She was still holding a grudge about slapping Jiang Ran, so she forced herself to apologize to him.

So now you're really treating her like a child, aren't you?!

Wen Ling's temper flared up again. She bit her lip and said angrily, "Just go and call Liu Wan here. I don't need you here!"

So we don't need to go online anymore?!

Jiang Ran's lips twitched. Seeing her awkward expression, she said helplessly, "Okay, fine, but you have to tell me where the first-aid kit is, right? Liu Wan will need time to get here, won't she? In that time, you should at least take her temperature!"

If Liu Wan were to come to our house and see him, as her "husband," leaving his "wife" aside while he eats and plays on his phone, would that be outrageous?!

"..."

Wen Ling bit her lip hard, her lower lip turning white from the effort. She stared at Jiang Ran and finally spoke: "In the storage room on the first floor."

"oh."

Jiang Ran responded, glanced at the still-open window, and walked over.

Under Wen Ling's puzzled gaze, he closed the window, turned on the heater, and then turned and went out.

The bedroom returned to quiet.

Staring at the still slightly swaying door, with the warm air from the central air conditioning blowing from the ceiling above her head, Wen Ling touched her slightly accelerated heartbeat.

Jiang Ran is quite thoughtful...

He even knew to close the windows and turn on the air conditioner for her. And he didn't even seem to mention the time he impulsively slapped her...

She blinked and inadvertently glanced at a tray on the coffee table not far from the bed, on which were dishes divided into many small bowls.

Almost instantly, a warm feeling welled up in her heart, and Wen Ling subconsciously felt a lump in her throat.

So, just now, after Jiang Ran went downstairs, he sat obediently in the restaurant waiting for her to come down for dinner, but when she didn't come, he personally brought her upstairs?

That's how he realized she was sick, and he so carefully picked her up, wanting to take her to the hospital...

In a daze, Wen Ling seemed to see Jiang Ran sitting alone at the dining table, waiting for her to come downstairs, looking so lonely, until she saw Wen Ling leave from the elevator, then hurriedly put down her phone and smiled at her, introducing the food...

Wen Ling's heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to leap out of her throat.

Especially when she thought about Jiang Ran's closeness to her, the cool and powerful aura unique to men emanating from him, it felt as if all the red blood cells in her body rushed to her head, making her breath quicken...

First floor storage room.

Jiang Ran easily found the first-aid kit on the cabinet. After opening it, he saw a variety of basic household medicines.

Wen Ling's symptoms are similar to those of her cousin Chen Jingyu; she caught a cold. If her temperature isn't high after we take it, there's really no need to go to the hospital. She can just take a fever reducer and get some sleep.

He thought for a moment, then took out a fever reducer, a thermometer, and a bottle of alcohol from inside, and hurriedly went upstairs.

As for Liu Wan, he hasn't thought about informing her yet.

After all, it's almost 9 p.m., and most people are just working people in the middle of the night. It's not really necessary to make them make a trip, is it?

Upon reaching the second floor and opening the bedroom door, he saw Wen Ling sitting against the headboard in the same position as before. He quickly stepped forward, pressed the thermometer button, and aimed it at Wen Ling's forehead.

With a "ding," a mechanical notification sound rang out.

"Thirty-eight degrees two."

"That's a bit too high..."

Jiang Ran murmured, then asked, "Sister, are we really not going to the hospital? Won't a fever-reducing injection help us recover faster?"

Wen Ling didn't speak, but still stubbornly shook her head.

"All right."

Jiang Ran sighed, filled a glass with warm water, and returned to the bedside. "Sister, take your fever reducer first, then I'll wipe your body with alcohol. If the fever doesn't go down by later, we'll have to go to the hospital!"

As he spoke, he went to the bathroom to get a small basin to dilute the alcohol with warm water.

However, at this moment, Jiang Ran's words echoed in Wen Ling's mind.

"Let me wipe your body with alcohol."

"Let me wipe your body."

"Wipe your body off..."

Like shouting in a canyon, a few words echoed repeatedly in Wen Ling's mind until Jiang Ran came over with a small basin of diluted liquid.

"Where...where should I wipe?"

"Palms of the hands and soles of the feet!"

Jiang Ran didn't even look up, still taking cotton swabs out of her pocket. "Oh right, why don't you take your fever reducer first? I put it on the bedside table!"

Oh, it's the palms and soles of the feet...

Wen Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced down at Jiang Ran, who was squatting by the bed. His hair was slightly curly and brownish in the warm yellow light.

Like a cute plush bear.

Thinking of Jiang Ran sitting alone at the dining table waiting for her to come downstairs for dinner, Wen Ling felt a pang in her heart and unconsciously licked her lips.

She couldn't resist reaching out and placing her hand on Jiang Ran's fluffy, slightly curly hair, and ruffled it.

"..."

In the silence, Jiang Ran, who was busy taking out cotton swabs and dipping them in alcohol, slowly looked up and stared at her with a speechless expression.

The moment Wen Ling met Jiang Ran's gaze, she instinctively withdrew her hand like a frightened kitten.

Jiang Ran's gaze fell on the pills still on the bedside table, and her lips twitched. "So, can we take our medicine now?"

"oh."

Wen Ling responded, obediently picked up the pills and put them in her mouth, then took a sip of warm water.

Jiang Ran, who had been watching her swallow, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He never expected that Wen Ling, who was an adult and older than him, would be less obedient than his cousin Chen Jingyu when she made a fuss!

He sighed, sat down on the side of the bed, and said softly, "Sister, stretch out your hand, I'll wipe it for you. After we're done, you can touch me however you want..."

"Who wants to touch you!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Ling suddenly spoke up, her face filled with shame and indignation!

"Okay, I don't want to."

Jiang Ran quickly changed the subject, holding up a few cotton swabs and asking, "Can you wipe it for me?"

Wen Ling glared at him angrily and reached out her hand.

Jiang Ran's lips twitched, and she picked up two cotton swabs and dipped them into her palm.

After repeated rubbing, I switched to another one.

After wiping his hands, Jiang Ran, who had been working silently, didn't say anything. He simply turned around and habitually grabbed Wen Ling's slender ankle.

A slight frosted texture rose up, and Wenling curled her toes uncomfortably. Only after feeling the coolness on the soles of her feet did she gradually relax.

"Alright, sister, I just cooked some porridge tonight. Have a little bit, and I'll go downstairs and get you an ice pack!"

Jiang Ran threw the cotton swabs into the trash can, went to the coffee table to get the tray, put it on the bedside table, and then went downstairs.

Looking at the food on the tray, Wen Ling raised her eyebrows slightly, paying close attention to the presentation.

Unlike the previous haphazard piling up, this time Jiang Ran had carefully arranged the plates.

He is very thoughtful.

Wen Ling's lips moved slightly. Perhaps the medication had taken effect, but she felt her mind clearer and her strength returning a little.

She remained silent for a moment, then picked up the bowl of porridge and took a few small sips.

There were no pre-frozen ice cubes in the refrigerator, and the ice maker would take at least half an hour to make enough. During this time, Jiang Ran quickly ate a few mouthfuls of food.

He didn't have time to check his phone. After finishing his meal, he quickly put the dishes and chopsticks in the dishwasher, grabbed a handful of ice cubes in a plastic bag, and went upstairs.

When he arrived at Wen Ling's bedroom, she was already asleep on the bed.

Jiang Ran noticed that some of the food on the tray on the bedside table had been eaten, and only then did he feel truly relieved.

He put the tray back on the coffee table, intending to clean it up tomorrow. He then went to the bathroom to get a towel and gently placed the ice pack on Wen Ling's forehead.

Jiang Ran noticed that Wen Ling's brow twitched, perhaps because she was awakened by the sudden cold.

She didn't open her eyes.

Suddenly, a hand that had been resting under the covers on the side of the bed reached out and grabbed Jiang Ran's clothes...