Mr. Lu, Mr. Su is being coquettish again!

Su Nanqin was sobbing uncontrollably; his long-term insomnia had driven him to the brink of collapse.

It was clearly Lu Fang who wouldn't come... His recent insomnia was almost unbearable, but Lu Fang was deliberately ignoring him as a form of punishment. It wasn't that he didn't realize it, which was why he didn't dare to go to him.

But Lu Fang didn't even come to his birthday party, and even yelled at him.

He then asked Ruan Qi to come and keep him company...

But Lu Fang treated him that way, and even doubted him...

Lu Fang hugged Su Nanqin and gently patted his back. Actually, he was a little at a loss. He had never seen Su Nanqin so excited before.

For some reason, he felt that the person in his arms seemed to have shrunk a lot, and was so light that he could barely hold her. "Don't cry, Nan Nan. Okay, if you say you won't fight, then you won't fight."

Lu Fang used the most clumsy way to coax him, and only at times like this would he show a hint of tenderness and call him "Nan Nan".

It's not a problem with the injection at all.

"Let me go, Lu Fang!" Su Nanqin suddenly became more agitated and struggled barefoot to break free from Lu Fang's grasp and jump down.

Lu Fang looked at the other person, who was wearing a hospital gown. Her face was pale, whether from crying or illness, and dark circles were deep under her eyes, giving her a sickly beauty.

But Lu Fang found it irritating. He liked seeing Su Nanqin's meticulous, aloof, and godlike demeanor; he didn't look good at all when he was sick.

He looked down at the other person standing barefoot on the floor, their porcelain-white feet almost flawless.

How could someone favored by God not be beautiful? It's just that they're too disobedient.

Lu Fang's face darkened instantly: "Su Nanqin! What are you doing! Not sick enough? Come here!"

"I told you to leave! I don't need your help!" Su Nanqin looked at the other person, both defensive and agitated.

He lowered his head and moved his wrists, confirming that he was probably no match for Lu Fang at this moment.

Lu Fang can be a bit of a patriarchal figure at times. He can spoil Su Nanqin, but only if Su Nanqin behaves well.

Lu Fang truly didn't understand Su Nanqin's delicate inner thoughts; his mind was currently filled with the image of the other person being delirious with fever.

"I'm saying this one last time, come here!" Lu Fang said in an almost unquestionable tone. He was actually very angry, from yesterday until now, especially after that man appeared.

Now that Su Nanqin is letting him go, it's like a thorn in his side.

Lu Fang was already somewhat unruly and rebellious, and when his face darkened, he became even more frightening.

He walked straight up to Su Nanqin, picked him up, and Su Nanqin struggled, pounding his back: "Let go of me! I don't want to!"

Lu Fang practically raised his hand; he was being too disobedient.

He's sick and still acting crazy.

With her hands raised, she remembered the slap she gave Su Nanqin last night when she couldn't control herself.

He reluctantly lowered his hand, his brows furrowed, and roared, "You're burning up like this, and you're still running around barefoot! Want another beating?"

Su Nanqin stopped moving, not out of fear, but out of grievance. The fiercer Lu Fang was, the more aggrieved he felt.

The dam of grievances burst open, but Lu Fang didn't understand.

He buried his head in Lu Fang's shoulder, letting his tears soak Lu Fang's clothes.

Lu Fang buried his head in his shoulder; Su Nanqin had that kind of ability.

In an instant, he makes you so angry your blood boils, but in the next moment, he makes you feel heartbroken.

Lu Fang was defeated by him.

"Um...you don't like me~" Lu Fang's shoulder was half soaked with sweat, and then he heard Su Nanqin say in a choked voice.

Lu Fang lost his temper, his heart softening drastically, and his tone was gentler than ever before: "When did I say I didn't like you? If I didn't like you, what am I doing now? Taking care of this crybaby and fussy little beauty for free?"

"You didn't come back~ and you even hit me... Waaah..." It was clearly an accusation, but the way Su Nanqin said it sounded like she was being coquettish, and she cried even harder as she cried.

"Hmm, I didn't come back. You went to find someone else because I didn't come back? And you feel wronged?" As soon as he said that, Lu Fang remembered it again, but he was much calmer today.

"I didn't..." Su Nanqin was usually quick-witted, but when she was in front of Lu Fang, she could only act coquettishly.

"Not yet? Who was that person yesterday?" Lu Fang didn't want to argue with him, but that didn't mean he didn't care.

"You're not coming back." Su Nanqin looked at him.

What kind of talk is that! If I don't come back, you'll find someone else?

Lu Fang looked at the other person's swollen eyes and heavy dark circles under their eyes, and for a moment he felt weak.

He changed to a very serious tone: "Su Nanqin, listen to me, last night was the last time. From now on, whoever dares to bring this again, I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget!"

Su Nanqin looked up at Lu Fang with her wet eyes, and Lu Fang looked down and asked, "Did you remember?"

"I can't remember." Su Nanqin buried her head back down.

To act shamelessly.

Lu Fang looked at the person in his arms, feeling utterly helpless. He couldn't be too harsh, because if he was too harsh, the person would cry. He could only narrow his eyes and threaten, "Can't remember?"

"Mmm." Su Nanqin was a little sticky.

"That means you haven't learned your lesson. It seems I need to help you remember."

Lu Fang's actions made him very sad and heartbroken. He was very angry with Lu Fang, but he couldn't leave Lu Fang.

He didn't even dare to throw a tantrum too much, for fear that Lu Fang would abandon him.

Lu Fang didn't continue the topic, after all, the other person was still sick. He took a tissue and wiped Su Nanqin's face dry: "Okay, don't cry anymore. How about you take another nap and eat something afterward?"

Su Nanqin kept his head down and didn't speak. Lu Fang took this as agreement, picked him up, tucked him into the blanket, and then turned and left.

Lu Fang's shop was actually quite busy, but he was worried about Su Nanqin's condition, so he closed the shop and told Wei Chi to keep a close watch on her. He also went home to make soup for Su Nanqin.

He didn't trust the food he bought outside. For some reason, he felt that Su Nanqin had lost weight recently and her temper had become increasingly strange. He still needed to take good care of her.

I had only ignored him for a few days because of the incident where he hit someone last time, and now he's causing this mess.

Wei Chi was sitting on a bench outside when he saw his brother arrive. He quickly stood up and greeted him with a big smile, "You're here, brother."

Wei Chi has a bit of a nagging attachment to Lu Fang; he listens to everything he says.

This is the scene that Su Nanqin saw when she came out in her pajamas.

Lu Fang carried the thermos in one hand and patted Wei Chi's head affectionately with the other: "You've worked hard, kid."

A gentle head pat—who doesn't love that?

Wei Chi loved hearing his brother praise him, and smiled a little shyly: "It's no trouble at all, brother. Now that you're here, I'll be going now."

"Hmm." Lu Fang had his back to the door.

Naturally, they didn't see Su Nanqin standing at the door. Su Nanqin looked at this scene, a hint of dissatisfaction and malice flashing in his eyes.

Lu Fang turned around, his expression returning to calm almost instantly. He looked at the other person with some surprise, asking, "Why did you come out?"

Su Nanqin's gaze remained fixed on Wei Chi, almost as if he were staring right through him.

He didn't look away until Wei Chi disappeared around the corner. Lu Fang thought he was daydreaming: "Hmm?"

Instead of answering the question, Su Nanqin blurted out, "You touch him."

Lu Fang didn't react for a moment, then remembered that the other person was talking about Wei Chi.

However, Lu Fang can sometimes have a bit of a straight-man's personality, like when he asked, "What's wrong?"

Su Nanqin turned around and went back unhappily.

Lu Fang watched as the other person sat on the edge of the bed wearing a hospital gown that was a size too big, placed the soup on the bedside table, and walked over to touch the other person's forehead.

She stepped back a little, tilting her head back as he stroked her head: "Do you stroke his head like this too?"

"Huh? Who?" Lu Fang felt that Su Nanqin always asked questions that didn't make sense.

She's not saying anything again.

"Are you still feeling unwell?" Lu Fang asked him as he opened the soup container.

Su Nanqin walked to the bedside and sat down. The hospital gown was a bit big, and because Su Nanqin had a small frame, it looked strangely like a child wearing an adult's gown.

With her sleeves hanging halfway down her sides, she looked incredibly cute and endearing just sitting there.

But only Lu Fang knew that this was a sign that the other person was angry.

He took out the stewed soup, placed the porridge on the table, and casually asked, "Who is it?"

Su Nanqin tilted his head slightly, then quickly feigned indifference and said, "The one by the door."

Lu Fang almost burst out laughing. What kind of jealousy was he getting? He was being jealous of a little kid.

Lu Fang lowered his head, his eyes crinkling, and teased, "Jealous?"

"No, I didn't." The proud little cat denied it.

Lu sat down next to him and brought over the soup. "Are you hungry? Have some first."

He then handed the bowl to the other person.

Su Nanqin looked up at him, but didn't answer.

"You want me to feed you?" Lu Fang suddenly wasn't so angry anymore, and his voice even softened a few degrees.

Silence and denial are tantamount to tacit agreement.

Lu Fang raised his hand and affectionately tapped the other person's forehead: "You're spoiled."

He sat down and fed the other person spoonful by spoonful, blowing on the food.

Su Nanqin has a sensitive stomach, and after a restless night, her appetite was also poor. She only ate a few bites like a chick pecking at rice before refusing to eat anymore.

Lu Fang looked at the bowl of porridge that was still more than half full, then scooped up another spoonful and held it to the other person's lips.

Su Nanqin lifted his eyelids and looked at it: "No, I don't want it."

"Listen to me, eat it." Lu Fang always coaxed people like this, leaving no room for argument.

Su Nanqin glanced at Lu Fang feeding him with his eyes downcast and a sudden pang of sadness welled up in his heart. Lu Fang didn't like him at all.

Then he ate obediently as usual. Lu Fang didn't like him, but he couldn't live without Lu Fang.

Lu Fang likes obedient people. If someone is even a little obedient, Lu Fang will probably like him a little more.

Then, forcing myself to eat the half-bowl of porridge, I forced myself to finish it.

Lu Fang put the bowl aside with satisfaction. He then looked at the flush on the other person's porcelain-white cheeks, realizing that the fever had not subsided.

He took out the mercury thermometer from the bedside table to check if he needed a second injection.