Chapter 67: The wooden beauty of Young Master Sheng
Chapter 67: Can It Be Considered a Surprise?**
As soon as Jiang Chenchen heard the voice, she knew he must have caught a cold! She hurriedly pushed the door open, and Sheng Mingsi was lying on the bed, looking pale and 3 4fweak.
A cup had fallen beside the bedside table, and the carpet was wet with spilled water.
"Brother As, do you want to drink water? I'll pour it for you now." Jiang Chenchen quickly cleaned up the fallen cup and used tissues to absorb the water from the carpet.
Then she went to fetch water.
His room was quite large, and Jiang Chenchen busied herself going back and forth. Sheng Mingsi, with his eyelids fluttering weakly, watched her, "You don't need to do all this."
His voice was genuinely hoarse.
Jiang Chenchen brought the water cup to his eyes and placed it on the bedside table, "Brother As, let me help you sit up."
It seemed like she was genuinely taking care of him.
Although Sheng Mingsi knew she shouldn't be doing this, at this moment, he selfishly wanted her to stay right in front of him.
He uncomfortably enjoyed her care, as if getting sick wasn't a bad thing after all.
Jiang Chenchen tucked him in, then knelt in front of his bed, looking up at him with a guilty expression. "If it weren't for me asking you to build a snowman together, you wouldn't have gotten sick. It's all my fault. The snowman is melting too; we shouldn't have built it last night."
She spoke apologetically, lowering her head more and more.
Seeing this, Sheng Mingsi extended his hand from the blanket, touched her head, and the cold and aloof demeanor that he usually carried was replaced by weakness. In a low and hoarse voice, he said, "Who said it doesn't exist anymore?"
Hearing this, Jiang Chenchen looked up, "Huh?"
Sheng Mingsi took his phone from the bedside table, opened a picture, and handed it over. "Take a look at what this is."
Jiang Chenchen leaned in to see. Her eyes brightened.
On the phone screen was a picture taken during last night's snowstorm. The chubby bunny snowman, glowing in the light under the streetlamp, with Jiang Chenchen standing next to it, earnestly moving its ears.
"Did you take this?" she asked.
Taking the phone back, Jiang Chenchen looked at the man lying on the bed.
Who else could it be but him?
Sheng Mingsi, with a faint glint in his eyes, put the phone down, diverting the topic with composure. "If you like this picture, I'll send it to you, and it can exist forever."
Jiang Chenchen quickly responded, "Wait for me."
She got up and went back to her room, returning with her phone. "Then send it to me."
So, Sheng Mingsi naturally added her on WeChat and sent the picture.
Jiang Chenchen saved the photo and raised her phone to take a picture of his face.
The flash was glaring, and Sheng Mingsi shielded his eyes with his hand. "What are you doing?"
"I took a picture for you too. How is it?" she asked.
Sheng Mingsi put his hand down to look, "..."
Taking a picture from such a close distance, capturing his messy hair and pale, sickly appearance—was that really okay?
"No, delete it."
He reached for her phone to delete it, but her empty album only contained this one photo. He frowned for a moment, hesitating, and then decided to spare her.
"Forget it, it's up to you."
He said hoarsely and handed the phone back to her.
Jiang Chenchen checked the photo, relieved that it was still there. It looked fine to her; Brother As's face had a comforting familiarity.
Previously, he was always cold, gloomy, and aloof, but today he looked weak, sickly, lazy, and helpless. She felt a strong desire to take good care of him.
After all, all of this was caused by her.
Jiang Chenchen put down the phone and gently placed the hand that Sheng Mingsi had taken out back under the blanket.
"Brother As, you have to listen and rest well. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you. I heard that the appetite is not good when you're sick. How about I make porridge for you?"
Sheng Mingsi: "..."
He didn't really want her to take care of him like this. What if she hadn't done it before and ended up blowing up the kitchen?
"No need for you to do it. Auntie Hua is making porridge."
Jiang Chenchen asked again, "Then do you want anything else? Shall I buy it for you?"
Sheng Mingsi, closing his eyes with exhaustion, said, "Nothing is needed. You haven't studied well today. Go back and study. I want to sleep."
"Can I stay with you..."
"No!"
Sheng Mingsi quickly cut off her words with a hoarse voice.
Jiang Chenchen, puzzled, wondered why he was so serious.
She reiterated softly, "Can I drink the porridge made by Aunt Hua?"
Sheng Mingsi felt a strong headache and couldn't hide the dirty speculation in his heart.
He closed his eyes, turned around, facing away from her, and said, "That's for sick people. Ask Aunt Hua to make something else to eat. I'm really tired."
Seeing this, Jiang Chenchen didn't want to disturb him anymore. However, as soon as she got up, the phone on the bedside table vibrated.
The screen showed: Gu Mingmei.
Thinking it was her own phone, she answered it.
"Hello."
Gu Mingmei suspected she misheard; it was a female voice on the other end.
But she quickly realized and confirmed, asking, "Is it Jiang Chenchen?"
"Yeah, anything?"
Gu Mingmei wore an expression as if she knew it all, raised her eyebrows, and smiled beautifully, "Are you and As so close now? Did As take you to the company?"
"At home."
"Oh~ I know, I know. There are many things you can do during the day, but can you tell him for me? Mrs. Sheng asked him to come home tonight. Oh, of course, you can come too."
Jiang Chenchen skipped the part she didn't quite understand and focused on the latter part, "But he's sick and shouldn't be moving around."
This information made the lying Sheng Mingsi frown. So, she was looking for him!
He turned around, reached out to take her phone, looked at the screen, and said coldly, "What are you doing?"
Gu Mingmei: "Hey, wait, don't be so serious! Your girlfriend said you're sick. What happened to you?"
"Not going back."
Sheng Mingsi hung up the phone.
Gu Mingmei: ? Well, whatever with this temper!
She then called Jiang Chenchen, "So, you take good care of As. Today is his birthday."
Birthday?
Jiang Chenchen looked at Sheng Mingsi. Was today his birthday?
Could the snow she offered last night be considered a birthday present? It seemed too hasty.
In the past, when she celebrated her birthday, she really liked to eat strawberry cake. After that, she never celebrated her birthday again.
For his birthday, maybe she should buy a strawberry cake!
Gu Mingmei suddenly lowered her voice, filled with a mysterious atmosphere, "Please give it your all. After turning thirteen, he won't celebrate birthdays anymore. If you give him a surprise, he will be touched."
Jiang Chenchen thought for a moment. If that's the case, would making a cake with her own hands count as a surprise?
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