Chapter 98: Jiang Cheng is Sick and Hospitalized

Watching the two of them walking side by side with their intimate backs turned, Shen Chi narrowed his eyes slightly.

It was truly disgusting!

He had thought that after so long, he would have been willing to lower his pride and take the initiative to call Si Rong "Mom," but he hadn't expected Si Rong to still be so stubborn and unyielding.

Hah, just wait until she is old, and when she sees others surrounded by their children and grandchildren, she will come crying to beg him!

What gave him a headache right now was that he had to go and warn Li Xuan.

To make her commit fewer stupid acts in the future!

Otherwise, sooner or later, she would ruin the whole family.

Looking at it from this perspective, Shen Yuan was truly like Li Xuan's daughter; they were both equally stupid.

Li Xuan had come out of prison; because they had not caused any actual impact on the military marriage this time and had cleared up the public opinion on the spot, she was only detained for three days as a warning.

But these three days had almost stripped a layer of skin off her.

The wound from her prosthesis had only received basic treatment, and she now felt that the wound was constantly emitting a foul odor.

All of this was Si Rong's fault!

She clearly could have chosen not to call the police!

Seeing her son come to pick her up from prison, Li Xuan felt a bit moved inside.

"Xiao Chi! You came to pick Mom up?"

It was not in vain that she had worked so hard to give birth to these two children back then; deep down, they still knew how to be close to her.

Shen Chi frowned, repulsed by the smell on her, and took two steps back. "Don't get so close to me. I'll just tell you two things. First, stop provoking Si Rong in the future and stop courting death. She has the Si Family and the Jiang Family protecting her behind her back now; what do you have?"

Li Xuan hadn't expected her son to stab her in the heart the moment he started speaking.

She wanted to say that she had backing too—she had Shen Lan and her children; why couldn't she compare to Si Rong?

"The second thing: hurry up and make Shen Yuan get rid of the baby."

He couldn't afford to lose face like this!

If his little sister gave birth to that bastard, none of them would ever be able to hold their heads high again.

This thought of Shen Chi's coincided exactly with Li Xuan's.

"Mm, Mom thinks so too; that child must be aborted."

"However, your little sister has a stubborn temper; it's really a bit difficult if she refuses."

Li Xuan felt that her son was quite smart and might be able to come up with a good solution.

"Do I have to teach you this too?" Shen Chi said impatiently. "Can't you just give her some of the sleeping pills you take when you can't sleep?"

When that time comes, would it still be up to that little girl to decide what to do?

Li Xuan didn't know why, but she shuddered; such a son was so cold that it made her a little afraid.

"Okay, okay."

Things had reached this point, and there was no better way.

Doing this was also for her daughter's own good.

When Li Xuan returned home, she took out the medicine she took for insomnia and added it to warm milk.

Then she carried it to Shen Yuan's room.

"Xiao Yuan, drink some milk!"

Seeing her return, Shen Yuan was also in a bad mood. "I thought you would have to stay in prison for a lifetime."

Li Xuan:...

She felt that neither of these two children respected her much.

She smiled somewhat stiffly. "Mom won't be so reckless in the future."

Shen Yuan sneered and took the milk.

She began to drink it in small sips.

Beside her, Li Xuan's heart was beating rapidly.

She didn't know if she had gotten the dosage right, or how long it would take for it to take effect after her daughter finished the milk.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Shen Yuan got annoyed seeing her standing there like a pillar.

"Mom just wants to see you more," Li Xuan said, retreating toward the door while trying to appease her. "Mom is leaving now."

Shen Yuan originally didn't like drinking milk.

She had been tired of drinking it since she was a child.

Si Rong always ordered fresh milk for her; she only thought this kind of milk tasted bad, but she hadn't had it for a long time, even if it was bad.

Shen Yuan touched her lower abdomen.

She had to drink the milk so the baby could grow.

Si Rong felt that Jiang Cheng seemed to particularly like taking baths.

Last night, while she was sleeping in a daze, she felt as if Jiang Cheng had gone to take a bath again.

Today, as soon as he returned, he went to take a bath again.

Could it be that this man had a mysophobia?

Si Rong was downstairs keeping Mother Jiang company while watching TV; after a while, not seeing Jiang Cheng come downstairs, she prepared to go up and check on him.

In the room, Jiang Cheng was lying on the bed, his face flushed red.

"What's wrong with you?"

Si Rong reached out and touched Jiang Cheng's forehead; it was very hot.

"It's nothing, just a bit sleepy."

Jiang Cheng felt that he really wanted to sleep.

"You must have a fever," Si Rong said; after all, she had experience taking care of children, so she tucked the quilt in for Jiang Cheng, "Wait here, I'll go downstairs and get a thermometer."

Soon, the thermometer was brought up.

Originally, when Mother Jiang heard Si Rong asking for a thermometer, she thought someone was unwell and felt nervous, but once she heard it was for Jiang Cheng, she sat back down to watch *Huan Zhu Ge Ge*.

"That guy has been as sturdy as an ox since he was a kid; no need to worry about him, just let him cover himself with the quilt, sleep, and sweat it out."

In any case, Mother Jiang had always taken care of her children like that.

Si Rong:...

She suddenly felt that Jiang Cheng was a bit pitiful.

She shook the thermometer down and then said to Jiang Cheng, "Put this in your armpit."

Then she saw Jiang Cheng obediently place the thermometer in his armpit, letting it lie there.

It was evident he didn't know how to use a thermometer.

"Not like that, you have to clamp it down."

Si Rong pulled his arm up, and seeing that he couldn't place it right no matter what, she helped him position the end with the mercury herself.

Then, only one thought crossed her mind.

Jiang Cheng's body hair was very thick.

Inappropriately, she recalled Ming Zi's bold and suggestive words, saying that the thicker a man's body hair, the more vigorous he was in that regard.

"Rongrong, why is your face so red too?" Jiang Cheng asked suspiciously, "Could it be that you caught my cold?"

Si Rong:...

"No, I just feel a bit hot."

She took the thermometer out, and good heavens, it was over thirty-nine degrees.

"With a temperature this high, we have to go to the hospital."

Si Rong immediately helped him get his coat, "Let's go!"

Jiang Cheng had never been to a hospital for a cold or fever, but under Si Rong's gaze, he felt that his fever of thirty-nine degrees seemed quite serious.

Thus, he obediently put on his coat and followed her.

After going downstairs, Jiang Cheng wanted to drive, but Si Rong didn't let him; Jiang Yu volunteered to take them both.

At the hospital, Si Rong let Jiang Cheng sit there and wait, while she went to listen to the doctor and pick up the infusion medication.

"Brother, I've already had the doctor arrange a hospital stay for you, a single-patient room,"

He winked at Jiang Cheng.

"No need!" Jiang Cheng felt there was absolutely no need for him to be hospitalized.

"If you're lying in bed and can't move, when it comes time to eat or wash up, won't you need someone to help you? If I, your brother, go home, who will that person be?"

Jiang Yu smirked, and then he left.

Jiang Cheng:...

He wouldn't do that!

This was not something an upright gentleman should do!

Besides, he wouldn't fake an illness and lie there waiting for Si Rong to take care of him.

"How are you feeling now?"

Si Rong returned with the medicine and asked gently.

Jiang Cheng instantly stopped sitting so straight, and with a pained expression, he said, "My head hurts a bit, but I can endure it."

Si Rong was so gentle like this!

Although she was usually very gentle, Jiang Cheng's heart compromised instantly.

He had turned bad.

It was all because Jiang Yu had taught him to be bad.

"It's okay, we'll be fine once we get to the ward for the infusion," Si Rong helped him up.

Jiang Cheng took the opportunity to lean weakly against Si Rong; their posture had never been so intimate before.

Being sick was so comfortable.

At this moment, Chen Shuo and his wife in the distance saw this scene and their eyes widened instantly.

Mrs. Chen: Is that your subordinate's most valiant pilot?

Director Chen: Probably?

Not sure, let's keep looking.

It was possible he had recognized the wrong person; Jiang Cheng was the type who wouldn't even cry out in pain if he were wounded by a grenade.

"Let's go! Let's follow them and see!"

Hopefully, this guy who was just putting on an act—like a pig with garlic stuck in its nose—was not his student.