Chapter 141: She and He Lived Together for One Night
Zhou Mengyao, having experienced the kidnapping and suffering extreme fright, had been in a state of high tension. After returning to the Zhou Residence, taking a bath, and falling asleep, her body and mind relaxed, and she developed a high fever.
Lin Lang knew the situation was urgent and there was no time for delay.
Lin Lang anxiously ran to Zhou Mengyao’s bedroom door, stood at the entrance gripping the doorknob, but couldn’t help but hesitate slightly.
After all, this was his Master and Mistress’s home, and Lin Lang was only staying here temporarily. Bursting into Zhou Mengyao’s room in the middle of the night seemed a bit improper.
It was already late at night, and his Master and Mistress were surely sound asleep. Waking them up at this time would also be quite improper.
Amidst his hesitation, Lin Lang felt a surge of panic.
But thinking of Zhou Mengyao’s critical fever, which required immediate care, and knowing that a true man should not be bound by such trivialities, Lin Lang gently knocked on Zhou Mengyao’s door.
“Knock, knock, knock…”
“Mengyao, are you alright?”
“Knock, knock…”
“Mengyao, I’m coming in?!”
Lin Lang received no response, so he anxiously pushed open Zhou Mengyao’s door.
Fortunately, Zhou Mengyao had forgotten to lock her door before going to sleep.
Stepping into Zhou Mengyao’s boudoir for the first time, a faint, sweet scent of a young girl filled Lin Lang’s respiratory passages. The room had a sweet, daisy-like fragrance.
Lin Lang, consumed by anxiety, rushed into Zhou Mengyao’s boudoir, reaching the bedside in one stride. He extended a trembling hand and gently touched her burning forehead.
“Oh no!”
“So hot!”
Lin Lang quickly turned on the bedside lamp, dimming the light to make it convenient for him to care for Zhou Mengyao without the light being too harsh on her eyes.
Zhou Mengyao’s forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, her face as pale as paper, and her usually lively large eyes were now tightly shut, as if she was enduring immense pain.
“I beg you, let me go!”
“Please don’t hurt me, woo woo…”
Zhou Mengyao was delirious from the fever. Seeing his beloved so emaciated, Lin Lang’s heart ached as if pierced by a knife.
Lin Lang, without hesitation, followed the system’s prompts and searched everywhere in the Zhou Residence for antipyretic medicine. Finally, after some searching, Lin Lang successfully found the antipyretic medicine.
Lin Lang carefully helped Zhou Mengyao sit up from the bed, letting her lean against him.
Then, he opened the bottle cap, poured the antipyretic medicine into a spoon, and fed it into Zhou Mengyao’s mouth, little by little.
Although Zhou Mengyao’s consciousness was blurry at this moment, when she felt Lin Lang’s warm embrace, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, revealing a faint smile.
That smile was like the warm sun in spring, warm and moving.
After feeding her the antipyretic medicine.
Lin Lang did not rest. Instead, he quickly fetched a basin of hot water, soaked a clean towel, and then gently wiped Zhou Mengyao’s forehead and body, physically cooling down the feverish Zhou Mengyao.
Each wipe from Lin Lang seemed to carry away some of Zhou Mengyao’s illness. Every drop of water that fell on Zhou Mengyao felt like it was soothing her wounded soul.
Seeing his school beauty and first love, burning with fever and looking so pained, Lin Lang felt an intense pang of heartache.
Yes.
Lin Lang’s heartache was love.
Lin Lang’s love for Zhou Mengyao was beyond doubt.
Although Lin Lang was somewhat broad-minded in his affections, his love for Zhou Mengyao was special, a pure and innocent affection.
Under Lin Lang’s meticulous care and attention, Zhou Mengyao’s body temperature slowly decreased, and her previously rapid breathing gradually calmed down.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Mengyao peacefully entered dreamland, her face revealing a blissful and contented expression.
Seeing Zhou Mengyao sleeping peacefully, looking as beautiful as a sleeping beauty, Lin Lang’s heart was filled with relief and adoration.
Throughout the entire night, Lin Lang did not close his eyes for a moment, continuously changing the hot water and gently wiping Zhou Mengyao’s forehead with a wet towel to help her lower her body temperature.
Time quietly slipped away.
Unbeknownst to them, dawn broke, and the morning light began to appear.
The morning sun slowly rose, and its warm, gentle rays streamed through the spacious and bright large French windows, spilling into Zhou Mengyao’s boudoir.
At this moment, after Lin Lang’s night of diligent care, Zhou Mengyao, whose fever had subsided, lay peacefully on her bed, sleeping soundly and sweetly, as enchanting and lovely as a sleeping princess.
And Lin Lang, who was too exhausted from being awake all night, sat on a chair by the bed, his head resting on Zhou Mengyao’s headboard, deeply asleep.
The entire room was quiet and peaceful, with only the faint sounds of their breathing intermingling.
At the same time.
In the morning, as the sunlight streamed through the window into his Master and Mistress’s bedroom, Zhou Zhongdang stretched and sat up from the bed. He rubbed his eyes, his mind on his daughter, Zhou Mengyao, wondering if she had slept well last night.
So, Zhou Zhongdang turned to his wife, Zhuang Jingxue, beside him and said, “Wife, why don’t you go check on Mengyao first?”
Zhuang Jingxue nodded upon hearing this, softly agreeing, “Okay, husband, I’ll go now.”
Zhuang Jingxue walked lightly towards her daughter’s room, her heart feeling a bit uneasy along the way.
Zhou Mengyao’s door was open.
Zhuang Jingxue quickly entered her daughter Zhou Mengyao’s boudoir, astonished by the sight before her.
Lin Lang was sprawled on Zhou Mengyao’s headboard, sleeping soundly.
And Zhou Mengyao lay quietly on the bed, a wet towel still on her forehead, and antipyretic medicine placed on the bedside table.
Zhuang Jingxue immediately understood that her daughter must have had a fever last night, and Lin Lang had been by her side, taking care of her.
Looking at Lin Lang, exhausted and sleeping in the chair with his head on the headboard, a warm feeling surged in Zhuang Jingxue’s heart, and she secretly rejoiced that her husband had such a good disciple in Lin Lang.
Zhuang Jingxue was very satisfied with Lin Lang’s actions. She knew this meant the feelings between the two young people had deepened further. Perhaps they were truly close to being together.
Thinking of this, a relieved smile appeared on Zhuang Jingxue’s face.
As someone with life experience, Zhuang Jingxue decided not to disturb this warm scene.
So, Zhuang Jingxue carefully backed out of the room and gently closed the door. She hoped Lin Lang could sleep a little longer and that her daughter Zhou Mengyao would recover soon.
After Zhuang Jingxue returned to her room, she truthfully recounted what she had just seen to her husband, Zhou Zhongdang.
Zhou Zhongdang, hearing that his disciple Lin Lang had been so attentive to his daughter Zhou Mengyao, taking care of his feverish daughter all night, knew that his beloved disciple liked his daughter. Not only was he not angry, but he was very happy.
Zhou Zhongdang said with satisfaction, “If this can lead to a closer family tie, then it would truly be wonderful!”
Zhuang Jingxue smiled and said, “Yes!”
“A Lang is not only talented but also very sensible, humble, and polite. He and Mengyao also have a foundation of high school friendship. He is indeed a good match for Mengyao.”
“Wife, it’s great that you don’t object to this marriage!” Zhou Zhongdang smiled so wide he couldn’t close his mouth.
“A Lang, this treasure of a disciple, I like him more and more the more I see him. I wouldn’t feel at ease marrying Mengyao to anyone else, but entrusting her to my beloved disciple, I don’t feel the sadness of marrying off a daughter; instead, I feel the joy of gaining another son.”
Zhuang Jingxue replied, “Originally, I didn’t want Mengyao and Lin Lang to get together. After all, A Lang comes from a humble background, and he and Mengyao are not a suitable match.”
“However, A Lang not only timely discovered, through TCM facial diagnosis, that your severe cardiovascular narrowing could be life-threatening if a myocardial infarction occurred.”
“Yesterday, A Lang risked his life to defuse the bomb, saving Mengyao’s life in a desperate situation. He snatched our precious daughter back from the hands of death.”
“Thus, A Lang is our Zhou Family’s benefactor!”
“My thinking has changed now. Not only do I not object to Mengyao and A Lang dating, but I also strongly support Mengyao marrying Lin Lang. I would be completely at ease entrusting Mengyao to A Lang.”
Zhou Zhongdang laughed heartily upon hearing this, “Seeing these two children mutually admire each other, it won’t be a problem for them to fall in love over time and get married.”
“Today, I’m in a good mood, so I’ll accompany you to go shopping. Let’s head out after breakfast!”
Zhuang Jingxue laughed upon hearing this, “Husband, you are quite perceptive. You know to make space for young people to date. You don’t actually want to accompany me shopping; you just don’t want to be a third wheel at home, right?”
Zhou Zhongdang replied with a smile, “It’s better to understand without saying it out loud. Let’s give Mengyao and A Lang more time alone.”
Zhuang Jingxue linked arms with her husband, Zhou Zhongdang, and replied, “Alright, alright!”
“Then let’s go downstairs for breakfast now, and then head out to shop and have fun. We won’t be third wheels!”
Zhou Zhongdang and his wife exchanged smiles, then walked out of the room and slowly went downstairs.
At the same time.
The rising warm sun streamed into Zhou Mengyao’s boudoir, and a golden ray of light shone on Zhou Mengyao’s beautiful little face.
Zhou Mengyao was woken up by the dazzling sunlight. After stretching, she opened her beautiful large eyes and was astonished to see Lin Lang sleeping on her headboard.
“Uh…”
“What’s going on?”
Zhou Mengyao took off the wet towel from her forehead and glanced at the antipyretic medicine on the bedside table. Only then did she suddenly recall that she had developed a high fever last night.
The fragmented memories of Lin Lang gently wiping her body, physically cooling her down, and meticulously caring for her in her semi-conscious state filled Zhou Mengyao’s heart with warmth.
The look of love for someone cannot be hidden.
Zhou Mengyao could vaguely recall Lin Lang’s tense expression and his eyes full of heartache when he fed her the antipyretic medicine.
After her fever subsided and she woke up, Zhou Mengyao saw that Lin Lang had stayed up all night to care for her, and was now so tired that he had fallen asleep sitting on a chair with his head on her headboard. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache.
Zhou Mengyao wanted to gently wake Lin Lang and tell him to sleep on the bed, but she was afraid that if she woke him, he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep.
So, Zhou Mengyao quietly lay on the bed, silently watching Lin Lang, tiredly sleeping on her headboard. An indescribable sense of happiness enveloped Zhou Mengyao’s heart.
With such a good man by her side, what more could a wife ask for?
Waking up and opening her eyes to see Lin Lang, a captivating smile bloomed on Zhou Mengyao’s beautiful little face, signaling that her romantic and sweet day with Lin Lang was about to begin.
This was the first day of her official relationship with him.
Hehe…