How I Became The Devil's Last and Only Love
Chapter 85: Fever After the Injury

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Fever After the Injury

Fang Anning looked at He Tingchen, waiting for his answer.

However, after listening to her analysis, He Tingchen’s eyes deepened, and he did not say a word. While she was looking at him, he even purposely closed his eyes.

Fang Anning couldn’t help but ask again: "What exactly is the reason for the Qi family’s turncoat?"

"Do you know there’s a saying that the more you know, the more dangerous it is?" the man said quietly, his eyes still closed.

Fang Anning pouted: "Of course I know, but living in complete ignorance is even worse than facing danger."

"Who is the person behind Zhou Muyan?" the man asked again.

Fang Anning shook her head: "I don’t know, there is a man directing her from behind. However, from the voice, I couldn’t tell who it was; it was very hoarse. I have never heard that voice before; could it be Zhou Zhaoguo or Zhou Musen?"

Zhou Zhaoguo might be a possibility, but Zhou Musen’s possibility is very low.

After all, the tone of the man talking inside was very assertive; it must be someone with some intelligence.

Given Zhou Musen’s intelligence, he is not capable of doing such things.

"It’s not him." He Tingchen said.

"How do you know it’s not him?" Fang Anning asked.

"The Zhou family was burglarized, and it was done by Zhou Muyan. Her parents have already reported to the police, so it can’t be them," He Tingchen replied.

Fang Anning frowned.

The Zhou family was burglarized?

Was it really done by Zhou Muyan?

What kind of people has Zhou Muyan been associating with to even dare to steal from her own family?

"Don’t worry, I will find out who that person is very soon," He Tingchen spoke again.

Fang Anning nodded.

Knowing it was not Zhou Zhaoguo, she somehow felt less eager to know who it was.

She was very tired right now, feeling both pain and fatigue, and just wanted to go back to sleep soon.

"If you’re tired, just close your eyes."

Suddenly, He Tingchen stretched out his arms, pulled her shoulders to make her lean on his own.

Fang Anning was startled for a moment, He Tingchen spoke slowly again.

Fang Anning nodded and leaned on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

She didn’t realize that after she closed her eyes, she actually fell asleep.

This sleep was very deep, and when she woke up again, her head was splitting, not knowing what time it was.

"Wife, you’re finally awake."

As soon as Fang Anning woke up, Mrs. Chen, who was sitting at the bedside, immediately stood up excitedly and spoke.

"Mrs. Chen, what happened?"

Fang Anning asked.

Only when she spoke did she realize why her throat hurt, her voice hoarse—it seemed she was ill?

Mrs. Chen choked up and said: "You had a fever, the master brought you home, and soon after that, we discovered you had a fever. I don’t know how many times I wiped your body over the night to finally bring your fever down, but you never woke up. Initially, the master was watching over you, but a phone call took him away, so he asked me to stay here."

"No wonder I feel so terrible, turns out I’m sick," Fang Anning said weakly.

Moving her arm, she felt pain and remembered that she was injured.

It was probably because the wound inflicted by Zhou Muyan was only superficially treated and she did not take any antibiotics, which led to an infection and fever.

"Get me a glass of water, I’m dying of thirst," Fang Anning said.

Mrs. Chen quickly nodded, poured a glass of water and helped her drink it.

After drinking the water, Fang Anning felt much better in the throat.

Mrs. Chen then said, "Before the master left, he told me to call him immediately if the wife wakes up. I’ll give the master a call to let him know you’re safe. What would you like to eat, wife?"

Fang Anning didn’t feel like eating anything.

Her body was extremely uncomfortable; how could she have any appetite?

But seeing Mrs. Chen’s earnest look and remembering that she was still carrying a child in her stomach...

He Tingchen places great importance on this child; since she takes people’s money, she must also be loyal in serving them, so taking good care of this child is also her duty.

Thus, she said, "Some plain porridge please! I also want to eat some pickled radish."

"Okay, I’ll have the kitchen prepare it right away," Mrs. Chen happily said.

After speaking, she hurried downstairs to ask the kitchen to prepare plain porridge and pickled radish, then she called He Tingchen to report that his wife had woken up.

He Tingchen asked, "Has she eaten anything?"

"She wants to eat plain porridge and pickled radish, I have already asked the kitchen to prepare them."

"Alright, take good care of her, I’ll come back once I’m done," He Tingchen said.

Mrs. Chen agreed repeatedly and assured him not to worry, she would definitely take good care of his wife.

After hanging up the phone, the kitchen had also prepared the plain porridge and pickled radish.

Mrs. Chen immediately carried it upstairs and brought it to Fang Anning.

However, Fang Anning thought about taking a shower; she had fever and sweated all day, now feeling uncomfortable all over.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Chen quickly said, "That’s not possible, your body is still very weak, you can’t bathe alone. Let me help you wash."

"No need, I can do it myself," Fang Anning hurriedly refused.

The thought of Mrs. Chen helping her take a bath made her feel embarrassed.

Mrs. Chen said, "What’s the matter, we’re all women."

Fang Anning thought to herself, although we are both women, I still feel awkward.

"I really don’t need it, I’ll just wash up and brush my teeth before eating, I won’t bathe now."

"Alright, I’ll assist you to the bathroom," Mrs. Chen carefully helped her to brush her teeth.

Fang Anning was speechless.

It was only a fever, she wasn’t disabled. Was all this caution really necessary?

But she also knew that Mrs. Chen was only trying to help.

Although she felt it was unnecessary, Fang Anning didn’t say anything.

After washing up, Fang Anning only managed to eat half a bowl of porridge and a few slices of pickled radish before she couldn’t eat anymore.

She put down her utensils and said, "I’m full."

"Not going to eat a little more?" Mrs. Chen, seeing that she ate too little, couldn’t help but ask.

Fang Anning made a pitiful face and hurriedly shook her head, "I really am full and can’t eat anymore, you can’t force me."

"Okay, then just let me know when you want to eat later, the kitchen is always ready," Mrs. Chen could only clear up.

Fang Anning nodded.

She felt sleepy again, although her body felt sticky and uncomfortable, she couldn’t help but lie back down in bed to continue sleeping.

When she woke up again, the room seemed darker.

It seems she had slept for quite a long time, probably till the afternoon.

Indeed, she reached for her phone and saw it was already seven in the evening.

Heh.

How long had she actually slept?

"Awake?"

A man’s deep voice rang out.

Fang Anning was startled.

At that moment, the room’s light turned on, and she was finally able to see the man sitting not far away on the sofa.

"Why are you here?" Fang Anning asked.

He Tingchen said, "I’ve been back for a while, but you were sleeping so I did not disturb you. How are you feeling now?"

As he spoke, the man reached out and touched her forehead.

Fang Anning was stunned.

The man’s palm was very hot and dry, placed on her cool forehead, it felt indescribably comfortable.

However, this method of measuring temperature, was something her mother used to do when she was a child. She never thought that in her life, someone would do this gesture for her again.