The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 127 - 121

Chapter 127: Chapter 121

After the rain, the temperature plummeted.

In early November, the morning temperature was only 13 degrees, and the northwest wind made people’s skin dry.

Rong Zhi was woken up by the pain.

Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her stomach was cramping and churning.

The stomachache came on fiercely.

For the past six months, Fu Liang had been nursing her back to health, and it was probably because she was out in the cold wind without eating last night that it started hurting.

Every winter, the old ailments she had suffered from years ago would start to ache faintly.

Beijing’s heating system had just started a test run, with more than a week to go before actual heating began. She curled up in the blanket, and if it weren’t for the warm human-shaped pillow next to her, she would have been suffering from both pain and cold.

She could endure it; she just needed to take it slow.

Rong Zhi exhaled gently and moved her arm, which had been pressed down by someone all night, massaging the Nei Guan acupoint three fingers below the wrist.

She was so focused on the acupressure that she didn’t notice the person next to her waking up.

Until she felt movement at her waist, and someone pulled her closer by her waist.

Rong Zhi paused her movements.

Noticing her stiffness, the man gently and soothingly rubbed her waist. He lowered his head and groggily touched her forehead, "Zai Zai is awake."

His voice was hoarse and intoxicating from waking up, blurry yet seductive, very alluring.

Rong Zhi thought, isn’t this person a bit too familiar?

Then she figured that he’d been like this since she met him, and talking to him about it wouldn’t change anything, so why bother.

Although she wanted to kick him out of bed, she tolerated it, considering he’d been a human heater all night.

Rong Zhi didn’t say anything, but Bai Su was awake.

The haze in his eyes cleared immediately, and he pinched Rong Zhi’s chin with two fingers, slightly lifting her head, his gaze focused on her forehead’s damp strands of hair, his expression instantly serious. "Zai Zai?"

He had sensed something was wrong when he kissed her forehead earlier.

He didn’t expect there to actually be a problem.

Bai Su was now fully awake.

He pushed the damp hair off her face to the side, and as the young man turned his head away to get free, he pulled him back.

Rong Zhi’s lips pursed in displeasure.

"Why is your face so pale? What’s wrong?" Bai Su’s thumb brushed across her lips, loosening her tightly pressed lips, a subtle hint of urgency in his tone.

"It’s nothing," Rong Zhi said flatly, "I need to get up."

Bai Su frowned slightly and got up without a word.

Rong Zhi lifted the quilt to sit up. She had been tangled up like an octopus all night because of him, unable to escape his hands and feet, which left her feeling like her limbs didn’t belong to her. Together with the stomach pain, her back instantly hunched over.

Then she was lifted up, blanket and all.

She looked up, frowning, "Recovered?"

So energetic first thing in the morning.

"Recovered by midnight."

Felt much better after finishing the last lollipop and resting a bit.

Bai Su carried her to the living room, his steps steady, his grip even steadier.

In the kitchen, Rong Jiazze, who was preparing breakfast, heard the commotion and came out, seeing Brother Su sitting on the sofa with his brother bundled in a blanket like a bear, while Brother Su’s face was serious.

But it didn’t seem like he was angry.

Rong Jiazze asked in confusion, "Brother Su, what’s wrong?"

Bai Su didn’t turn his head, "Your brother is sick. Where’s the medicine box?"

"Sick?" Rong Jiazze raised his voice, quickly turned off the stove, ran over, took out the medicine box from under the TV, and opened it for Bai Su. He looked at Rong Zhi, "Brother, where do you feel unwell?"

"I’ll be fine in a while," Rong Zhi stopped Bai Su’s actions, her voice hoarse, "No need to look, the medicine in the box won’t work."

The medicine box only had general household remedies. Her stomach condition was quite special and required specific medicine to alleviate.

Bai Su held her hand instead, his palm slightly cool, silently murmuring a response.

"It’s not contagious," Rong Zhi could guess what he was thinking at a glance, "Your fever’s gone, you won’t infect me."

Bai Su said nothing.

He lifted the young man from the blanket, and under Rong Jiazze’s worried and astonished gaze, carried him to wash up. Except for when Rong Zhi changed clothes, he didn’t let her touch the ground.

Rong Zhi felt uncomfortable all over, but seeing the man’s peach blossom eyes, now somewhat dimmed, filled with restrained guilt and distress, she pretended to struggle a bit and then stopped bothering.

Might as well make use of a tool person.

In the end, Rong Zhi wanted to go to the lab to make her own medication and couldn’t argue with Bai Su, so he changed his clothes and went with her.

She took out the silver needles from the shelf and applied them to a couple of acupoints, significantly relieving the pain. During this time, she quickly prepared a dose of medication, then took a syringe from the sterilizer to extract the medication from the vial.