It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

Zhu Xi put her phone in her bag and reached out to touch his forehead.

"What's wrong?"

She touched his with her left hand and her own with her right.

My left hand still felt a little hot.

Zhou Yinghuai looked down at her, unable to look away, "I just feel uncomfortable."

Zhu Xi pondered, pinching his wrist with her right hand to check his pulse.

Zhou Yinghuai looked at her slender, pink fingertips but said nothing.

"My heart is indeed beating a bit fast," Zhu Xi clicked her tongue, speaking to the portly manager across Zhou Yinghuai's broad shoulders. "Do you have any fever-reducing patches?"

The portly manager nodded quickly and gestured for them to come in. "There's a first-aid kit in the living room of each courtyard, containing emergency medications."

This is the standard procedure that was repeatedly emphasized during the height of summer after the incident.

Zhu Xi hummed in agreement, then her gaze fell on Zhou Yinghuai, who seemed unwell.

"It's hot; you might have heatstroke."

She propped herself up on his elbows, letting him lean most of his weight on her, and said, "Go back to the room and lie down for a while."

Zhou Yinghuai chuckled to himself, not wanting her to carry too much of a burden.

And so, supporting each other, they walked into the courtyard and into the house.

The chubby manager was sweating profusely; the front and back of his shirt were soaked through.

He waited in the shade for a few minutes, but did not receive any instructions from Mr. Zhou Yinghuai, before getting back onto the shuttle bus.

The driver asked curiously, "Manager, isn't everyone saying that this young master of the Zhou family is gentle and polite and never loses his temper? What's wrong with him today? He's been scolded twice in a row."

The manager was also puzzled, "How the hell am I supposed to know?"

The driver scratched his head. "But it seems like these two don't get along very well."

The interior was simply furnished, but it had everything it needed.

Zhu Xi helped Zhou Yinghuai to the sofa, tossed his bag aside, and without even changing his shoes, found the first-aid kit under the TV cabinet in the living room.

"I have fever-reducing patches." She took a few and went to the sofa, sat in the empty seat Zhou Yinghuai had reserved for her, and quickly applied the patches for him.

I found the thermometer and took my temperature.

"36.7." Zhu Xi breathed a sigh of relief. "Thankfully, he doesn't have a fever."

Zhou Yinghuai was already feeling unwell; he was strong and healthy, so how could he easily develop a fever?

He was angry.

But he couldn't say that he was angry.

He lowered his eyelids and curled up his long legs, letting her lean on him.

Zhu Xi's attention was temporarily drawn to his discomfort, and she did not notice this subtle change in his dependence.

"Would you like some water?" she asked softly.

Zhou Yinghuai shook his head.

"Oh." Zhu Xi looked around. "Shall I wring out a towel for you to wipe your sweat? Besides heatstroke, it could also be a heat-related cold."

Zhou Yinghuai feigned strength, switching back to his earlier, less familiar demeanor, and said, "I'll go by myself."

As he spoke, he tried to sit up.

"No." Zhu Xi pressed his shoulder, making him lie back down. "I'm not trying to scare you, but whether it's heatstroke or a heat-related cold, if it gets serious..."

She said in a low voice, head slightly lowered, eyes squinting, "They'll all die suddenly!"

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

Zhu Xi sat up straight, leaning half of her body against his leg, and picked up the bottle of water that had been unscrewed again.

"Would you like some water now?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "Yes."

Zhu Xi chuckled and handed him the water, saying, "Drink it yourself."

She stood up and went to the restroom.

Zhou Yinghuai sullenly drank his water, wondering if he had messed up his performance.

Zhu Xi washed her face in the bathroom and laughed out loud while fixing her hair in front of the mirror.

The CEO is great at making money, but he has absolutely no experience in faking illness.

No patient would use a doctor as a backrest.

She smiled, her eyes bright and clear.

Teacher Yao's unhappiness from being sick was largely dispelled.

Zhu Xi walked out of the restroom.

Zhou Yinghuai has stopped pretending.

He took some cut fruit out of the refrigerator, smiled when he saw her come out, and asked, "Want some?"

Zhu Xi immediately sounded the alarm and took the heavy object from his hand, placing it aside.

"Didn't I tell you to lie down properly? Catching a heat-related cold can really kill you." She exaggeratedly pushed Zhou Yinghuai back to the sofa.

I removed the cushions and just put one under my head.

"Zhou Yinghuai, follow the doctor's orders!"

Zhou Yinghuai was so embarrassed that he could only swallow his saliva, the words of admission just about to come out of his mouth.

Zhu Xi then handed him a tissue to wipe his sweat, saying, "I understand, you don't want to trouble me."

"Sister Xi, no, I didn't, I..."

Zhu Xi shook her head, "Don't be embarrassed. Everyone gets sick sometimes."

She gave a standard fake smile, "You lie still, I'll go get a wet towel."

Having shot himself in the foot, Zhou Yinghuai could only offer a smile; there was no other good strategy.

The towel was placed in cool water, and Zhu Xi found a basin and took some ice cubes from the bucket of ice wine.

They thoughtfully brought it out and placed it on the coffee table.

Her eyes crinkled into a smile. "Let me wipe your sweat."

"No need, I can..."

"Huaihuai, I heard you're sick." She made a high-profile appearance in the middle of summer; her voice preceded her arrival.

He kicked the front door open with a bang, asking with concern, "Are you alright?"

Zhou Yinghuai's vision went black again and again.

Zhu Xi raised an eyebrow, turning the towel in her hand back and forth.

Upon seeing the legendary Midsummer, I smiled.

In the sweltering summer heat, the car came to an abrupt halt, stopping just two meters away.

With his right hand raised, he looked like a lucky cat.

"Oh, Dean Zhu is here."

It was their first meeting, yet not quite their first time together.

Strictly speaking, they had all seen each other's appearances through Zhou Yinghuai's words and in his photo album.

In the height of summer, she was already curious about Zhu Xi, and now that she had met him in person, her eyes were filled with amazement.

No wonder Zhou Yinghuai married a stranger.

Zhu Xi wasn't interested in Sheng Xiali, and after seeing him today, she felt that he wasn't as handsome as Zhou Yinghuai.

The fact that he called her Dean Zhu suggests that Zhou Yinghuai hadn't kept her prenuptial agreement a secret from Sheng Xiali.

The two of them definitely have a good relationship.

Out of politeness and courtesy, Zhu Xi smiled and replied, "Zhou Yinghuai has a fever, so I'm using physical methods to lower his temperature."

As he spoke, he waved the towel in his hand.

A mocking smile plays on his lips in the sweltering summer heat, a wicked idea springing forth in an instant.

With its ups and downs and long, drawn-out ending, it says, "Oh, the strong and healthy boss has a fever."

Zhou Yinghuai placed the back of his hand on his forehead; this time, he had failed.

He walked in a few steps in the sweltering summer heat, bowing and scraping with a gentlemanly gesture.

"Sister-in-law, the chief resident's job is tiring enough. You should go and rest in the ward. I'm the best at taking care of patients." Sheng Xiali took on all the responsibility, waiting to see him make a fool of himself. "When Ah Huai was a child, I always accompanied him to get his injections."

The phone rang again in her bag, and Zhu Xi didn't insist anymore. She picked up her bag and gave the two of them the space in the living room.

"Call me if you need anything." She looked at Zhou Yinghuai and added, "You can have something cold."

Zhou Yinghuai also looked at her, and their eyes met for a few seconds before they both just smiled faintly.

As I passed by in the height of summer, I nodded slightly and greeted them again.

In the sweltering summer, she only returned to her original form after going to the bedroom, holding a cool towel and pretending to lift Zhou Yinghuai's clothes to wipe his abs.

"Ah Huai, you're so sexy!"

"I've only had a few meals with Dean Zhu, and now I have to play this fake illness game with him."

Zhou Yinghuai kicked him, but his gaze remained fixed on the open door to the master bedroom.

Zhu Xi is on the phone with Zhu He.

"I heard about Teacher Yao's illness from Su Daiqing."

Zhu Xi drew the curtains in the master bedroom, feeling a little thirsty.

She went back to the refrigerator and got two bottles of water. Holding her phone in her left hand, she smiled at the two people who were playfully fighting in the living room.

Zhou Yinghuai wanted to call her, but missed the best opportunity.

Just a second too late, and the bedroom door was shut tight.

Just before closing the door, he heard Zhu Xi say, "Who wants to act with that idiot Su Daiqing!"

Zhou Yinghuai's heart sank.

This afternoon, he had really heard the name Su Daiqing enough.

And then, in the sweltering summer heat, this clueless person asked him, "Who's that idiot your sister-in-law was calling a jerk?"

Zhou Yinghuai's dark eyes flashed with anger, but he remained silent.

In the sweltering summer heat, he muttered to himself, "Su Daiqing? Why does she seem so familiar?"

Zhou Yinghuai gulped down a mouthful of ice water, looking like an angry lion.

"Holy crap!" A startled voice exclaimed in the sweltering summer heat. "My sister-in-law's ex-boyfriend?"

Zhou Yinghuai glared at him. "Ex-boyfriend!"

In the sweltering summer, I finally noticed my childhood friend's jealousy, as if I had discovered a new continent.

"I don't know who said it before, but the Mrs. Zhou he wants must not love him."

Zhou Yinghuai kept drinking water, pretending to be deaf and mute; he didn't want to think about it anymore.

He now wants Mrs. Zhou and wants to pay more attention to her.

Playing is playing, and making a fuss is making a fuss.

In the sweltering summer heat, his playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a serious expression as he asked, "Are you really bothered by it?"

Zhou Yinghuai lowered his eyes.

You must care, right? You keep going to the hospital, but do you really understand?

"Zhou Yinghuai's even started faking illness and acting. This world is truly eye-opening." Sheng Xiali patted him on the shoulder. "Zhu Xi is going to be the dean, and you're thinking too much..."

"Ah Huai, you broke the contract first."