Love You Till the End
Chapter 78: Bedridden for Seven Days

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: Bedridden for Seven Days

When Shen Cheng woke up, it was already the morning of the next day.

The maids who had been watching over the bedroom all night noticed she was awake at the first opportunity and hurried forward to ask, "Young Madam, you’re awake, do you feel any better?"

Hearing this unfamiliar voice, Shen Cheng turned her head to look.

Standing by the bed were several maids dressed in identical clothes, probably around twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old.

Shen Cheng’s thoughts quickly rewound to last night, first almost losing her life, then going to Shi Mansion, and then she passed out.

These people calling her Young Madam? Just by thinking with her toes, she knew where this place was.

Her head ached a bit, she raised her hand to gently rub her temples, and casually responded, "Much better."

Only then did the maids breathe a sigh of relief, "It’s good that Young Madam is fine, we’ll help you get dressed right now."

"No need," she said indifferently, with a hint of resistance.

"But Young Madam, the young master had instructed before leaving the house, he told us we must take good care of you."

Shen Cheng was about to say she didn’t need their care, but as soon as she slightly turned her body, a sharp pain came from her back, which nearly overwhelmed her.

Seeing her complexion turn frighteningly pale, the maids were scared, "Young Madam, please don’t move around, the doctor said you need to rest in bed for at least a week, otherwise you’ll end up with problems."

"How many days?" Shen Cheng seriously doubted she had heard wrongly, no longer caring about the pain in her body.

"To answer Young Madam, seven days."

"Damn!" She couldn’t hold back and cursed in front of all the maids.

Indeed, they were shocked by her ferocity, standing dumbfounded for a full half-minute before they came to and then cautiously inquired, "Young Madam, do you prefer wearing long skirts or short ones, do you favor dark colors or light, what is your preferred style of dress?"

Shen Cheng, suppressing the urge to seal their mouths with tape, coldly spat out two words: "Get out."

The maids realized that talking was useless and feared provoking her anger, so they could only leave in dejection.

Watching the door close, Shen Cheng’s bare hand touched her forehead.

Such a headache.

Propping herself up in bed, she took out her phone from her pocket, found the missed calls, and dialed the number back.

As soon as the call connected, she heard Shen Zhongming’s anxious voice from the other end: "Girl, where are you! Why didn’t you answer your phone or come home last night! Do you know your dad has been looking for you all night, and I’m still wandering the streets till now!"

Shen Cheng raised an eyebrow and moved the phone away from her ear, "Alright, you, hurry up and go back to sleep."

"You girl, you don’t even care about your dad! On such a hot day, I almost got heatstroke..."

"Hanging up now."

"Hey, wait! Dad has something to ask you."

"Ask."

"Did you get married?"

"Hmm."

"Such a big matter as marriage, you didn’t think to discuss it with your dad! Am I not in your heart anymore?"

"No."

"Shen Chengzi, this time you’re in the wrong!"

"Roll, don’t call me by my full name."

"Shen Chengzi sounds so nice, thank goodness your dad was wise and gave you such a lucky name! Otherwise, could you have married so well?"

"Shen Damming, you really have the nerve!"

"You brat, don’t call me by my nickname!"

"Shen Damming, Shen Damming, Shen Damming, Shen Damming!"

"..."

"Beep——"

Sitting in a corner of the garden with panda eyes, Shen Zhongming listened to the beep from the phone, and couldn’t help feeling dejected.