On an ordinary day, Pei Shaoze would have been angry by now. But at this moment, he simply couldn't muster the anger. The woman was practically pressed against him, burning hot, and if he let her keep fussing, her fever would only get worse. Helpless, Pei Shaoze had to coax and trick her into the bathtub. He ran hot water and helped her undress. However, before his hands could even touch her, she suddenly shoved him away. She glared at him with extreme wariness and shouted, "Bastard, get away!" Pei Shaoze held back his frustration, ready to snap at her, but then saw her lean to the side and drift off into a dazed sleep. Pei Shaoze: "..." He must have owed this woman in a past life, and now she was here to torment him in this one. Fumbling, he washed her up and carried her to the bed. Only then did Pei Shaoze let out a heavy sigh, unable to fathom the feeling of bathing a woman he had feelings for and doing nothing in the end. In short, it was awful.
Yan Xin felt he must have owed Pei Shaoze a lot in a past life, otherwise why would he always be woken from his sweet dreams by him? Answering Pei Shaoze's call, Yan Xin had exhausted all his patience and snapped, "Damn it, Pei Shaoze, what time is it? Are you letting me sleep or not?" Pei Shaoze ignored his words entirely and said directly, "Contact your private doctor and have him come to Yicheng Shanshui, and make it quick!" "Private doctor?" Yan Xin was stunned and asked into the phone, "What's wrong with you? What happened?" "Less nonsense, hurry up!" With that, Pei Shaoze hung up. Yan Xin, unsure what was going on and thinking Pei Shaoze was in trouble, quickly called his private doctor. Then, unable to sleep, he got out of bed and headed out.
After calling Yan Xin, Pei Shaoze glanced at the woman burning with fever on the bed. Bathing her earlier had left him a mess. He turned and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. When Yan Xin arrived with the doctor, Pei Shaoze was sitting in the living room, lounging on the sofa drinking red wine. Yan Xin frowned, "You're fine?" Pei Shaoze nodded, "Yeah." Then why call him in the middle of the night? "So why call the doctor?" It wasn't April Fools' Day. Pei Shaoze pointed to the bedroom upstairs and said, "My housekeeper is sick, running a high fever." He looked at the doctor Yan Xin brought and said, "Go check on her." The doctor nodded and left. Yan Xin's handsome face twisted like bark, "Your housekeeper is sick?" He'd been urgently summoned in the dead of night for his housekeeper's illness. Yan Xin really wanted to curse. Pei Shaoze glanced at him, poured him a glass of wine, and said, "Have a drink." Yan Xin downed it in one gulp and said, "Pei Shaoze, do you know that your housekeeper's annual salary might not even cover my private doctor's consultation fee?" "I can afford it," Pei Shaoze replied, pouring him another drink. Yan Xin didn't believe it—a housekeeper he'd called him over for in the middle of the night—so he went upstairs to see for himself.
Su Banxia had a high fever, but fortunately it wasn't serious. After the bath and Pei Shaoze letting her sweat it out under the covers, she had improved. The doctor examined her, prescribed medicine, and set up an IV drip, so it was no big deal. Seeing Su Banxia lying in bed, Yan Xin was speechless. He glanced back at Pei Shaoze and clicked his tongue twice, "Housekeepers these days are really... getting more advanced." Pei Shaoze didn't respond. He walked over to the doctor and asked, "How is she?" "She'll be fine after taking the medicine and sleeping." Pei Shaoze nodded and said to Yan Xin, "Help me see Dr. Liu out." Yan Xin: "..." A thousand alpacas stampeded through his mind.
After a night of chaos, Yan Xin and the doctor left. Pei Shaoze checked the time—it was already 2 a.m. Neither he nor Su Banxia had eaten dinner, but now they couldn't stomach anything. Exhausted, he didn't overthink it and simply lay down beside Su Banxia to sleep. But he underestimated the situation. Su Banxia, already unwell, alternated between chills and heat in the later part of the night, so she naturally tossed and turned in bed. For Pei Shaoze, this was pure torture. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Su Banxia, after the fever broke, felt intensely cold. In her sleep, she instinctively moved toward the heat source beside her. The closer she got to Pei Shaoze, the tighter she clung. "Su Banxia, you must be doing this on purpose," he muttered. Her only response was her shallow breathing. To keep her still, Pei Shaoze had to hold her tightly in his arms, preventing her from moving. But Su Banxia, seeking warmth, inevitably burrowed toward the source of heat. "Su Banxia, if you move again, I won't be polite!" His threat was useless; she still instinctively sought the heat. Helpless, Pei Shaoze pressed her body flush against his and held her close. Fortunately, Su Banxia stopped fussing and slept peacefully against him. Pei Shaoze was drenched in sweat, uncomfortable, but couldn't let her go, so he held her and fell asleep.
The next day, Su Banxia woke up with a foggy head—dizzy, to be precise. She stared at the ceiling for a while, hearing the sound of water trickling in the bathroom. It dawned on her that she wasn't at home. This seemed to be Pei Shaoze's place. Last night, they... She couldn't remember, only that Pei Shaoze had brought her back from the rain, and then... the rest was a blank. Looking down at herself, she was no longer wearing her clothes from yesterday but Pei Shaoze's shirt. After a night of fever, she was utterly exhausted. Instinctively, she assumed Pei Shaoze had done something to her last night. She leaped out of bed, furious. "Bang!" The bathroom door swung open, and Pei Shaoze emerged. "You..." She spun around, turning her back to him, and cursed, "President Pei, you..." Pei Shaoze took in her reaction. His dark eyes narrowed, a smirk curling at his lips, and he said coldly, "What? Not calling me Pei Shaoze anymore? Sobered up?" Su Banxia didn't respond. Pei Shaoze walked to the wardrobe and slowly picked out clothes. Su Banxia couldn't help but say, "President Pei, could you put some clothes on?" She was afraid looking too much would give her styes.