Chapter 68: The wooden beauty of Young Master Sheng
Chapter 68: Do You Hate Celebrating Birthdays?**
Sheng Mingsi looked at her, furrowing his brows. "Who called you? Was it Gu Mingmei? Just ignore her."
Jiang Chenchen put her phone in her pocket, hiding her thoughts. "Uh... it's nothing. You go to sleep; I'll go back to my room."
She walked out of the room and gently closed the door.
Sheng Mingsi's brows furrowed even deeper. Was she hiding something from him?
What does it matter to him!
He turned around, covered his head, and fell into a heavy sleep. The exhaustion from the past few days and the chilly wind from last night made him lethargic, and he soon fell into a deep slumber.
In his dream, the candles on the cake burned into tears, dripping onto the cake frosting.
The night was a cold wind.
He sat alone, wearing a birthday hat, in a spacious and luxurious living room. There was hysteria in the room.
Begging... desperate begging.
A crude, insane cry for mercy.
Through the crack in the door, a dark drama unfolded, ending with a red dagger. All sounds ceased, and the curtain fell.
He saw the pair of fierce, indifferent eyes in that room, walking toward him.
Touching his head, she said, "Look, this is the fate of betraying us."
Sheng Mingsi struggled awake from the dream, coughing violently. Weakly, he rolled off the bed and knelt on the floor, retching violently.
In reality, he hadn't eaten anything. He retched painfully, his face turning terrifyingly pale, and his head throbbing as if it were about to explode.
Jiang Chenchen had been busy the whole afternoon. When it got dark, with the help of Aunt Hua and Xia Changli, she finally managed to make a not-so-bad small cake, covered with strawberries on top. The cream on the sides was spread as evenly as possible, but the patterns were crooked.
A small candle was inserted in the middle of the cake.
Then, holding this small cake, she went upstairs to Sheng Mingsi's room.
It was dark in his room, and the corridor light slanted in as she opened the door. Jiang Chenchen walked in step by step, singing "Happy Birthday" softly.
As she walked in, she saw the person lying on the ground. Her eyes changed slightly, and she hurriedly approached. "Brother As, what happened to you?"
"Don't come over!"
Sheng Mingsi, almost out of strength, lay on the ground, extremely uncomfortable. Yet, he didn't want anyone to see his vulnerable and miserable state.
His hoarse voice was close to breaking.
But it also made people dare not approach him. It was unquestionable.
"But you..."
Ignoring all that, Jiang Chenchen was only concerned about him. She approached, and that figure holding a birthday surprise she had worked hard on, crouching down.
The candle, dimly lit, stung his eyes, mingling with the indelible terrible memories, tormenting every nerve.
Sheng Mingsi angrily knocked the cake to the ground.
"Get out!"
The flame instantly extinguished, and along with the destroyed cake and strawberries, it fell to the floor.
The roar and the sudden action left Jiang Chenchen standing motionless.
She didn't understand why it happened. Did he hate celebrating birthdays?
Hating it to this extent, but she had worked so hard to make it...
She felt sad, yelled at, and ran out of the room in grievance.
Xia Changli and Aunt Hua had already left the house. In the kitchen, there was porridge stewed and noodles cooked.
She went downstairs, ate all the noodles as if she were venting her anger.
But soon, she went back upstairs, pushed open the door, and found Sheng Mingsi lying unconscious on the floor. The light turned on, his face was terrifyingly pale, and his body was burning up.
He was running a fever!
Thermometer! There was one on the table. She quickly scanned it—40 degrees of high fever!
She helped Sheng Mingsi up from the carpet. The room was a mess, including the cake that had been flipped to the ground.
She helped Sheng Mingsi up from the carpet, where the scene was chaotic, including the overturned cake she had made.
She tossed the carpet into the corner, not caring about the mess. She had looked up how to reduce a fever before, but the last time he had a fever, it wasn't as severe. Would physical cooling alone work this time?
No time to think about it.
She went to search for the home medicine box, found some fever-reducing medicine, and fed it to him.
Then, she used a warm towel to wipe his skin and reduce his temperature. Starting with his cheeks, the ones burning with fever, his closed yet still trembling eyes and eyelashes in pain.
She had a fever before. Either her father or mother would stay by her bedside to take care of her until she fell asleep after the fever broke.
Although afraid, she remained calm.
His whole body was burning up.
Jiang Chenchen unbuttoned his shirt and helped cool his chest and armpits to further lower his temperature.
His once fair skin was now reddened and hot to the touch.
She searched on her phone to find that the groin area on both sides was another effective cooling point. Where was the groin?
Was it here?
She began to remove his pants, but before she could, her hand was held back by a pair of scalding hands.
Sheng Mingsi half-opened his eyes, his voice hoarse to the point of speechlessness. "Don't..."
"But!"
Jiang Chenchen's eyes were red, and she was so anxious that she cried.
This was the second time she cried in front of him. Sheng Mingsi, weakly looking at her, felt despicable for making her cry again.
"Don't worry, you're doing great." His hoarse voice sounded like it was on fire, defeated. "Call Wu Bi to come."
Jiang Chenchen supported his shoulders. "Should I take you to the hospital? I can carry you! I can!"
"No need." He tried to reach for his phone, but Jiang Chenchen grabbed his hand. "Let me take care of you. I'll do well. I've given you fever-reducing medicine and helped cool you down. Everything will be fine, right?"
With that, she took off the towel from his forehead and reapplied a freshly wrung warm towel.
The same went for his chest and armpits.
Although she was scared and her hands were shaking, she proceeded methodically.
"Is it better?"
Jiang Chenchen touched his forehead, feeling a slight reduction in temperature.
In the brightly lit room, Sheng Mingsi, in a daze from the fever, looked at her. His deep black eyes were foggy, but it seemed like he could clearly see her.
Her face, seemingly lifeless to others, was vivid before his eyes.
His birthday, the twenty-sixth birthday, was terrible yet not as bad as it seemed.
His eyelids felt heavy.
He trusted her and fell asleep.
Jiang Chenchen panicked. She left the towel and helped him put on his shirt, a thick sweater, and wrapped him in a blanket. Then she arranged him in a wheelchair. The night breeze was chilling.
Jiang Chenchen, sweating, loaded him into the car and lay him down. She placed the wheelchair in the trunk.
Then she started the car, stepped on the gas, and the vehicle disappeared like an arrow into the dark night.
Some late-night racers saw a gray car overtaking them and couldn't accept it. What kind of junk car dared to overtake? The racer sped up, trying to pass her. But the owner of that seemingly dilapidated car was also quite crazy, driving too fast! The racer accelerated to catch up, wanting to overtake her again!
