Chapter 201: Who Wouldn't Be Pampered?

"Give me the phone." Wen Ling sat up and stretched out her hand toward him, her tone very cold.

Zhou Yinhe, feeling guilty, put the phone aside, wanting to hug Wen Ling, but she slapped his hand away.

She repeated, word by word: "Phone, give me."

"Baobao, I..."

Wen Ling's eyes were dark as ink, she quietly gazed into Zhou Yinhe's eyes; not sure if it was from not blinking for a long time, moisture gradually gathered in her eyes, and when she lowered her hand she blinked, a tear dropped with a patter onto the blanket, spreading a wet mark.

"Forget it."

Wen Ling flung off the blanket and got out of bed, her steps hurried as she walked out; Zhou Yinhe rose quickly and chased after her, hugging her from behind and explaining: "I didn't mean to hide it from you; I just don't want you to know about this yet, it's really not what you think."

Wen Ling lowered her gaze, looking at his arm wrapped around her; there was a long red mark on it, as if something had cut it, and after being soaked in water it became somewhat red and swollen.

"What happened to your arm?" Her voice was somewhat cold, but the injury also brought a hint of concern.

This was enough to make Zhou Yinhe less nervous; he swallowed dryly, turned Wen Ling's body toward him, and bent down to look into her eyes.

It was a bit red, but overall not so cold anymore.

"Baobao, let me tell you, don't be angry."

Wen Ling shook her head, pursed her lips, and said: "No need."

"……" Zhou Yinhe couldn't tell whether she truly didn't need it or was just pretending, and he opened his mouth.

Damn the surprise, I can't let my Baobao feel upset.

Wen Ling had vaguely guessed it, but there was no time to stop him; the hand she raised to cover Zhou Yinhe's mouth was already halfway up, and he spoke at lightning speed.

"I went to set up the venue this morning; I want to propose to you!!"

"……" Wen Ling widened her eyes, staring blankly at Zhou Yinhe; after a moment she asked foolishly: "The surprise, it's gone???"

Zhou Yinhe nodded and exhaled.

"But, you're like this, I——" Wen Ling raised her voice, but before she could finish, Zhou Yinhe cut her off.

"What's the point of hiding the proposal? If the girl just throws on any outfit and goes, while the guy is all dressed up for the photoshoot and the girl looks sloppy, that would be terrible." Zhou Yinhe tried to comfort the somewhat broken Wen Ling with some other reasoning.

"No, that's not right." Wen Ling turned away, not wanting to listen to Zhou Yinhe's nonsensical yet somehow reasonable lecture.

She knew that this time he had come out to propose, but she hadn't expected it to happen here, nor that he had gone to set up the venue himself that morning.

Just now, Zhou Yinhe hid his phone from me, not letting me see the screen—was he talking to someone else about the venue?

Wen Ling furrowed her brows, turned, and reached out: "Give me the phone."

She didn't want to feel uneasy herself, nor did she want any other rift between them.

Zhou Yinhe went back, fetched the phone, and gave it to her; their phone passwords were each other's birthdays, and Wen Ling knew that without being told.

She opened it and glanced at the chat log left on the main screen.

【Young Master, the rain is too heavy now to set up the flowers; would you like to wait until the weather clears?】

Zhou Yinhe replied: 【Fine, no wilted flowers—use only the freshest.】

【All right, Young Master, when will you come back to inspect the results and see if you're satisfied?】

Zhou Yinhe typed a few characters in the chat box but hadn't finished when Wen Ling caught him.

Wen Ling pursed her lips, returned the phone to him, feeling an indescribable sensation that left her still somewhat dazed.

Who would understand? Throwing a tantrum and ruining the surprise……

Seeing her like this, Zhou Yinhe stepped forward and hugged her, whining pitifully: "You just scared me to death; I thought you didn't want me anymore."

After being held by him for a while, the snapped thread in Wen Ling's mind finally reconnected; she pushed Zhou Yinhe away, went to find the medical kit in the room, took out the iodine, pulled his arm over, and swabbed the wound.

"What cut you? Or should we go to the hospital for the doctor to clean it? It's pretty deep."

Zhou Yinhe glanced at his arm wound, indifferent: "It's fine, no need to go; just wipe it with iodine to disinfect."

"That won't do." Wen Ling glared at him: "What if it gets infected? It's already wet; if your arm ends up ruined, I won't want you anymore."

"Fine, for the sake of being able to hold you in the future, I'll go later."

"No, we have to go now."

Wen Ling tugged him up, went to the wardrobe to fetch him a set of clothes, also changed herself, pulled him along toward the door, and meanwhile called the driver.

When they reached the first-floor lobby, the driver hadn't arrived yet, so they sat on the sofa and waited a while.

Wen Ling tilted her head to look at him, gazed for a long while, then suddenly asked: "You're proposing—have you prepared the ring?"

"Of course, otherwise I'd just be kneeling." Zhou Yinhe lifted his chin, quite proud.

"…… Let me see the ring." Wen Ling narrowed her eyes: "If it's not nice, I won't agree."

Zhou Yinhe said slowly, utterly helpless: "Older sister, leave yourself a little surprise—after seeing the ring and the venue, later you can perform for the cameraman."

"……" Wen Ling felt it made sense, pursed her lips, and said somewhat regretfully: "All right then."

Zhou Yinhe raised his hand to ruffle Wen Ling's hair; his phone rang—it was the driver calling, the car was already parked at the hotel entrance.

At the hospital, the doctor carefully treated Zhou Yinhe's wound; because it was deep, it looked indeed somewhat terrifying.

After Wen Ling finished her call from the side and returned, she saw Zhou Yinhe furrowing his brow, enduring the pain; she had thought him very strong, but the next second he shifted his gaze toward her, looking pitiful, his eye sockets instantly reddening.

"It hurts……"

The somewhat older doctor lifted his gaze to the 1.9-meter-tall, sturdy man before him, who was indeed handsome, and wondered: "How can you not tolerate this little pain?"

Wen Ling walked up to Zhou Yinhe, embraced him, letting him bury his face in her soft abdomen, and softly comforted: "If you don't look, it won't hurt as much; bear with it a bit longer, it'll be fine soon."

Zhou Yinhe's uninjured arm wrapped around Wen Ling's waist; he grunted and nodded slightly, his long, distinct-knuckled fingers gripping the fabric at her waist, using some force to crumple her clothing.

Wen Ling stroked Zhou Yinhe's hair to soothe him, urging the doctor: "Doctor, please hurry up."

The doctor withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, somewhat speechless.

With such a girlfriend, who wouldn't be pampered?

He had no choice but to speed up, finally giving Zhou Yinhe a tetanus shot in the deltoid.

"It's not serious; a normal single shot will do. If you're uneasy, come back in three days for another."

Wen Ling nodded in response, lowered her head and gently pinched Zhou Yinhe's earlobe, coaxed: "All right, it's done."