"Hmm..." "Feeling better?" "Much better."
Lu Wei touched her forehead—it was slightly warm, but her temperature had dropped significantly. He felt relieved.
Qiqi hadn't seen her senior brother for a week and quickly asked, "Senior Brother, is your illness cured?" Lu Wei nodded.
"Does your chest still hurt?" Lu Wei sat down by her bedside, his tone gentle. "It doesn't hurt at all anymore. Qiqi, thank you."
Qiqi smiled, also relieved, and asked, "Senior Brother, where is this?" "It's still at my family's villa," Lu Wei replied. "You were sick and needed treatment. It's quieter here than in a hospital, so I took the liberty of bringing you over. Stay here for a few days and rest well."
Only then did Qiqi notice the IV needle in her right hand and the hospital-style drip stand by the bed, with a bottle of medicine hanging upside down. No wonder she felt so comfortable—the cold sensation from before was completely gone. It must be because Senior Brother Lu had helped her with the IV.
"Thank you, Senior Brother." Lu Wei shook his head and reached out to tuck the blanket around her. "Between you and me, there's no need for such formality. You saved my life—you're my benefactor."
Qiqi smiled sheepishly. "That was all Rong Yi's doing. And besides, he only cured you by accident, right? And since your illness was caused by us in the first place, it's only right that we fixed it."
Lu Wei smiled gently, poured a glass of water, and tested its temperature. "Qiqi, have some warm water. You need to drink plenty when you have a cold to flush out the toxins."
Qiqi obediently hummed in agreement and drank the water. Lu Wei then began peeling fruit for her.
Qiqi asked, "Senior Brother, have you seen Rong Yi? Has he come looking for me?" Lu Wei's hand paused with the knife before he smiled and said, "No, he hasn't come."
Qiqi tensed up. "Huh? He hasn't been arrested by the police, has he?" Lu Wei reassured her, "Probably not. If he hasn't come, it's likely because he doesn't know where you are. I'll make a call for you later and let him know."
He set down the knife and looked at her seriously. "Qiqi, over the past week, you've been through so much. Why didn't you tell me? If you needed help, why didn't you come to me?"
His tone was gentle, but the implication made Qiqi lower her head, as if she had done something wrong. "It's not that I didn't want to find you. My phone was stolen, and I didn't have your number, so I couldn't reach you..." she mumbled in explanation.
Lu Wei frowned slightly. "You don't remember my phone number, do you?" Qiqi nodded sheepishly.
Lu Wei said nothing and took out a brand-new phone from a drawer. "Your phone was broken. Use this from now on. I've already saved my number in it. If anything happens, you must call me."
Qiqi quickly refused—how could a girl just accept something from someone else? But Lu Wei insisted, pressing the phone into her hand, his tone carrying a hint of reproach. "Qiqi, why are you so distant with me?"
His expression made it impossible to refuse. After a moment's thought, Qiqi accepted it.
She turned on the phone and found that it indeed had Lu Wei's number saved—not just his personal mobile, but also his home phone, work number, and even his MSN and email. Besides Lu Wei's contact, Zhou Yi's number was also there. Senior Brother Lu had really thought of everything.