Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 1682: Lord Millennia (34)

How could Chuzheng not be mad?

She thought the Good Person Card was a eunuch, but what was the truth?

He deceived her feelings!

Too outrageous!

Chuzheng was so angry she wandered outside for a while. She was afraid that if she went back, she might end up beating the Good Person Card to death, so it was better not to return for now.

After Chuzheng repressed her inner frustration, she made her way back to the mansion at a turtle’s pace.

Jin Zhi was sitting on the steps ’admiring the moon’. Seeing her return, she immediately ran over: "Miss, you’re back."

"What’s up?"

"That person was looking for you just now."

"For what?"

Jin Zhi shrugged, how would she know.

Chuzheng decided to ignore the Good Person Card, so she didn’t go over and went straight to her room to sleep.

As a result, the next day, the Good Person Card was sick...

Chuzheng: "..."

In such a room, how did the Good Person Card manage to get himself sick?

Chuzheng went to check on him. The man was lying on the bed with a pale face, looking very weak.

Chuzheng reached out to touch his forehead; it was burning hot.

Just as Chuzheng was about to withdraw her hand, a scorching hot hand held onto her. A voice muffled by a nasal tone came from the man: "Xiao Chu... I feel terrible."

He opened his eyes in a daze, his burning hot hand clinging to the back of Chuzheng’s hand. The heat seemed like it could burn someone.

"Who told you to get sick?"

Chuzheng said, not in a good mood.

Yin Shen either didn’t hear her, or he just filtered it out. He tightly held onto Chuzheng’s hand, mumbling softly about how uncomfortable he felt.

Chuzheng paused for a moment and instructed Jin Zhi: "Go get a doctor."

"Miss, this... isn’t it inappropriate?" Jin Zhi hesitated.

If the doctor came, wouldn’t he see this person here with you?

"Get a blind one then." Chuzheng said, "Then he won’t see, right?"

Jin Zhi: "..."

If you’re that capable, why don’t you do it yourself.

-

Jin Zhi proved her worth through her actions and really found a doctor who didn’t see very well... just don’t know if his medical skills are as impaired.

The doctor came and checked the pulse, ultimately concluding it was just a chill, saying some medicine would make it better.

The doctor handed the prescription to Jin Zhi, gathered his things, and left.

Jin Zhi was a step slower, and the doctor bumped his head against something cold and metallic. The doctor reached out to touch it, and Jin Zhi was startled, hurriedly stepping forward to support the doctor.

"This way, please, doctor..."

"Just now that was..."

"A decoration." Jin Zhi lied without changing her expression, leading the doctor away, and thoughtfully closed the door on her way out.

Yin Shen was lying on the bed, fuzzy with fever, yet still held Chuzheng’s hand without loosening it at all.

Chuzheng managed to extract her hand and was forced to sit there accompanying him.

After Jin Zhi sent the doctor off, she fetched the medicine, boiled it, and brought it over.

"Miss, the medicine is ready."

Chuzheng tested the temperature; Jin Zhi had cooled it down before bringing it over, and it was just right.

She supported Yin Shen to sit up. His body was burning hot, with an abnormal blush on his face.

He leaned over to Chuzheng, resting his face directly against her neck and hair.

"Yin Shen?"

"Mm..."

Yin Shen softly groaned, like a little cat, clawing gently at her heart, causing it to tremble slightly.

"Drink the medicine." Chuzheng turned Yin Shen over.

Yin Shen smelled the medicine and frowned as if he had tasted something terrible: "No."

"If you don’t drink it, how will you get better?"

"Not drinking."

Yin Shen was so feverish that he could only manage two words—Not drinking.

Chuzheng ’patiently’ coaxed him for a while and eventually was just met with those two words.

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng secured Yin Shen’s hands and pinned him down, instructing Jin Zhi: "Force it."

Jin Zhi: "Huh?"

Are you serious, miss?

This is a patient, you know.

Is this how you take care of a sick person?

"Hurry up."

"..."

Under Chuzheng’s assistance, Jin Zhi carried the medicine over and quickly forced a bowl of it down.

Before Yin Shen could react, Chuzheng quickly stuffed two candied fruits into his mouth.

The sweetness of the candied fruits overpowered the bitterness, and Yin Shen’s expression slowly relaxed, his hands spontaneously wrapping around Chuzheng, resting his whole body against her.

"You can go now."

Jin Zhi couldn’t wish for more, and ran off with the bowl.

Chuzheng laid Yin Shen down, but his hand around her neck wouldn’t let go.

Chuzheng bent over, feeling uncomfortable.

"Yin Shen, let go."

Yin Shen didn’t respond to her but used his actions to show that letting go was impossible.

Feeling like her neck was about to break, Chuzheng had no choice but to lie down and cradle him in her arms.

The poor little helpless thing, what did it do wrong to be so troubling?

Why is my life so hard?

-

After drinking the medicine, Yin Shen perspired, and his fever went down quite a bit.

He woke up after a nap, finding the room in complete darkness.

Yin Shen moved slightly, discovering someone next to him. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and by the faint light, he gazed at the person beside him.

It wasn’t the first time Yin Shen had seen Chuzheng asleep. She didn’t have that cold indifference she displayed when awake, looking more like a piece of white jade buried beneath frozen ice.

Yin Shen reached out, his fingertips barely touching the tip of her nose, gently stroking it.

Just as his fingertip reached the young girl’s lips, she suddenly opened her eyes, any trace of sleepiness long gone from her gaze.

Yin Shen found himself inadvertently caught in her pupils, instinctively tensing up, wanting to withdraw his hand.

Chuzheng gripped his wrist, then held his fingers, planted a kiss on them by her lips: "Awake?"

Yin Shen: "Mm..."

Yin Shen mumbled in response.

Chuzheng used her other hand to check his forehead; it was still warm, but probably not as serious now.

Yin Shen’s body was stiff, not daring to move, waiting until Chuzheng’s hand lifted from his forehead, then he asked: "Are you still angry?"

"I’m not angry." Angry for what? I’m not angry; after all, you’re the Good Person Card.

Clearly, she was.

"I didn’t really lie to you." Yin Shen tried hard to explain himself: "I never said I was, but I also never said I wasn’t."

"..."

Your attitude at that time, wasn’t that an admission?

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She had planned not to do anything to him in the future, and then he suddenly pulls out his weapon.

Ah!

Can this be tolerated?!

Little liar can’t change his nature!

Chuzheng pulled the covers back, planning to get up, but Yin Shen hugged her, weakly calling out: "Xiao Chu, my head hurts."

"Deal with it."

"I can’t bear it, it hurts a lot." Yin Shen pulled her back: "Only with Xiao Chu does it stop hurting."

Chuzheng: "..."

I can even cure illness?

How come I didn’t know I had such an incredible talent!

"Why did you deceive me?"

"I didn’t deceive you." Yin Shen said: "You didn’t pursue it later, Xiao Chu, doesn’t that mean I didn’t deceive you?"

Chuzheng: "..."

Wasn’t I just considering your self-esteem?

Is it still my fault?

Chuzheng’s little figure inside her was so angry it was about to explode. If the Good Person Card kept talking, she might want to strangle him and make a mess.

"I was wrong." Yin Shen seemed to realize something, his survival instincts kicking in, his voice softening: "I shouldn’t have deceived you, Xiao Chu, don’t be mad."

Chuzheng: "..."

No, why did you admit you were wrong just like that?

How am I supposed to carry on afterwards with you like this?

Yin Shen snuggled against her neck like a puppy: "Don’t be mad."

Chuzheng’s face remained cold, her tone icy: "I’m not mad."