Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth
Chapter 221: Fever

Chapter 221: Chapter 221: Fever

Mu Xinghan sat with his legs crossed, sucking on a lollipop and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

Outside the door, Su Wanxin leaned against the wall, her head bowed.

Inside the room, the two people were still discussing ways to save her. She overheard a bit, rubbed her eyes, and turned to leave.

Since she already knew the answer, there was no need for her to go in and add to their troubles.

She took a taxi back to the company and immersed herself in work to vent her emotions. After work in the evening, she was drawn to the Maybach parked by the roadside.

Fu Shihan was back.

Su Wanxin walked over slowly, opened the door, got into the car, and then looked at the person in the driver’s seat and asked, "Weren’t you supposed to come back tomorrow?"

"It was a simple matter, finished earlier than expected."

Fu Shihan replied perfunctorily. After hearing his answer, Su Wanxin turned her head to look out the window, not speaking anymore.

In his eyes, there probably never was anything difficult. It had always been this way, and she was long used to it.

Fu Shihan drove home. After entering, he startled Yangyang, who was about to pounce on him.

He thought it was his mother, but to his surprise, it was his father.

The little guy paused, then stepped forward and hugged Fu Shihan’s thigh, calling out sweetly, "Daddy."

Fu Shihan hadn’t forgotten the "Hello daddy, goodbye daddy" from before, nor the fact that Yangyang had hung up on him, so he flicked Yangyang’s forehead with his finger.

Yangyang let go and crossed his hands over the spot he was flicked, inching toward Su Wanxin with an aggrieved whine, pouting his small mouth, though his eyes were following Fu Shihan’s footsteps.

Seeing that Fu Shihan had seated himself on the sofa, Yangyang hesitated for a moment before hurrying over with his little legs and climbing into Fu Shihan’s arms without a word.

"Daddy!"

He looked up, about to give a kiss, but Fu Shihan dodged it.

Fu Shihan looked down at his slightly stunned expression and knitted his brows in discomfort.

He’d been too busy these past days, and with the temperature differences from flying between several countries, he had, unusually for him, caught a cold.

He bent down to kiss the top of Yangyang’s head and held him, which consoled Yangyang’s saddened mood; he no longer minded that his earlier attempt to kiss was rejected.

After dinner, Fu Shihan went back to his room to rest. Su Wanxin felt that something was off with him. She stood outside the door, gently pushed it open a crack, and peeped in to check on him.

Upon seeing that Fu Shihan was already in bed, she pushed the door open and went in.

Fu Shihan heard footsteps and when Su Wanxin approached the bed, he opened his eyes, grabbed her hand, and pulled her over.

Su Wanxin stumbled and fell on him, their eyes met at close range, and she sensitively asked, "Do you have a fever?"

His breath was hot, and the temperature of his hand was abnormally high.

Fu Shihan didn’t reply, just enveloped her in his arms and closed his eyes, intending to continue sleeping.

Her body was cool to the touch, which felt particularly comforting to hold at the moment.

"I’ll go get some medicine for you. Take it before you sleep."

Su Wanxin struggled to rise, but couldn’t break free from his embrace.

"I won’t take it."

Fu Shihan refused flatly, paused for a few seconds, then added one more sentence.

"The medicine is bitter."

Su Wanxin bit the corner of her lip, her brows tightly furrowed. "Take it then sleep."

Fu Shihan opened his eyes again, locking gazes with her; it seemed like a silent standoff between their eyes.

After looking at each other for a while, Fu Shihan sighed and loosened his hands.

Su Wanxin got up and left, then quickly returned with medicine in one hand and a cup of water in the other, silently urging him to hurry up and take it.

Fu Shihan sat up slowly, gazing at her with a serious face as he stressed, "It really is bitter."

"Bitter or not, you have to take it!"

Su Wanxin’s tone was stern, and looking at Fu Shihan, she felt like shoving the medicine directly into his mouth.