Marriage of a Sickly Villain and a Fortune Hunter - Chap 13

Who would have thought that when he intended to stop Summer from landing on Li Chengyuan, it would go full circle and end with Xia Xingchi throwing himself on top of him, instantly doubling the lethality.

Li Chengyuan was hit hard and immediately let out a grunt.

Xia Xingchi didn’t react. He just felt that the temperature against him was quite high, as if there was a hard, scalding stove under his body — it was a cold day, and apart from being a little uncomfortable, this was quite warm.

But after a moment of being dazed, he realized what he had done and was so frightened that he wanted to get off of Li Chengyuan immediately.

As a result, he couldn’t see clearly in the dark and stretched out his hand on the bed, pressing it on his chest. Xia Xingchi had to let go in a panic. Not daring to move anymore, he leaned back down on him again.

Summer blinked its big eyes that were unobstructed by the darkness and tilted its head to look dubiously at the two overlapping figures on the bed. Fortunately, it was just a cat and didn’t know how indecent this posture was.

It tilted its head to observe for a while, then leaped lightly right onto Xia Xingchi’s back and imitated his posture, spreading its four paws to lie down.

Xia Xingchi: ……

Li Chengyuan was hit so hard by him that he almost couldn’t breathe, and he lost consciousness for a moment. This situation was similar to the pounce in the bathtub that night, as if a certain person was born to defeat him.

Xia Xingchi had always thought that Li Chengyuan was unconscious at the moment he transmigrated, but in fact, when he was not seriously ill, he just couldn’t move — in other words, he was aware of Xia Xingchi’s unscientific appearance out of thin air that night.

Over the years, he often had hallucinations of someone that he had dreamed of suddenly appearing beside him, so even though he had desperately clutched Xia Xingchi’s hand and begged him not to leave, Li Chengyuan only thought it was another absurd dream.

The next day, when he opened his eyes and saw the little liar who had thrown himself into the trap obediently hugging his waist and leaning into his arms, warm and real, he was so ecstatic that he lost his mind.

“You have a fever?” Xia Xingchi felt Li Chengyuan’s forehead with one hand. “Holy shit, why is it so hot!”

Li Chengyuan waited for a long moment before speaking in a very low voice: “Cough cough……you……”

He probably wanted to say “Get out,” so Xia Xingchi didn’t wait for him to finish. He turned over and rolled off him, quickly organizing his words to justify the trouble he had caused.

In the end, Li Chengyuan whispered with a helpless sigh: “We haven’t received the certificate yet……”

Haven’t you always only liked money, and now you’re rushing to murder your fiancé before you get married and become the legal heir of the estate?

“Huh? What did you say?” Xia Xingchi leaned closer, wanting to hear the continuation of this drop-off sentence, but Li Chengyuan was only sober for a short time and soon lost consciousness again. Maybe it was the fever making him talk nonsense.

Now that there was such a commotion and the patient had woken up, Xia Xingchi simply reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, then finally caught that little bastard summer.

It may have also realized the trouble it had caused, because it finally calmed down and was thrown out of the room obediently.

The small problem had been solved, but the big one still needed attention. Under the light, Li Chengyuan’s face was still bloodlessly pale even in the midst of a high fever, without any trace of red.

Xia Xingchi’s “decathlon-level versatility” included simple diagnosis and treatment of patients, but Li Chengyuan was so woozy that he still gritted his teeth and didn’t make a sound. There was no way to tell where he was hurting, or to prescribe the right medicine.

The most urgent task was to reduce the fever first, lest someone’s IQ-capped brain be burnt stupid on the spot.

Carrying the first-aid kit from the central living room back to the bedroom, Xia Xingchi picked up a pillow and used it to lightly cover Li Chengyuan’s eyes. Then he narrowed his eyes and turned on the brightest overhead light in the room.

In the abrupt, dazzling light, Xia Xingchi squinted and rummaged through the first-aid kit, but he couldn’t find any fever-reducers after searching a few times. He only found a bunch of antipyretic patches, which were probably disfavored by Li Chengyuan since they had never been opened for use.

He tore open a package, lifted the pillow on Li Chengyuan’s face like the lid of a pot, and patted the antipyretic patch onto his forehead before continuing to rummage without giving up.

Uncle Ding took care of the first-aid kit, and it was also mentioned in the book that Li Chengyuan was prone to sudden high fevers, so how could he be so negligent that he ran out of antipyretics and didn’t replenish them?

After searching around, he saw the sleeping person move. Likely his extreme sensitivity to the cold during a high fever, along with the cool mint smell, woke him up.

The pillow that Xia Xingchi had carefully covered his eyes with slipped down, and Li Chengyuan, who was suddenly blinded by the bright lights, couldn’t open his eyes.

“Hey! You can’t take that off, you have a fever. I just measured thirty-nine degrees.”

Li Chengyuan remained silent. He didn’t pursue this behavior of appearing in his room or his actions in the man vs cat fight, and only continued to compete with the antipyretic sticker.

His state of mind was clearly not right. Xia Xingchi pressed both of his hands down, wondering, has this person burned himself out?

Li Chengyuan was so restrained that he couldn’t move his hands, so he finally spoke. His voice was low and weak, with a very flat tone: “Need to take fever-reducers……”

“Okay, okay, I’ll find some for you. Take the stomach medicine on the bedside table first,” Xia Xingchi said as he searched, as if coaxing a child.

Li Chengyuan unexpectedly moved to get out of bed. Likely becoming dizzy in his haste, he staggered and nearly fell down as soon as he took a step.

“What are you doing? I’ll get you whatever you want, lie down!”

Li Chengyuan whispered: “The fever-reducing medicine is there.”

Following the direction his finger was pointing, there was a rather inconspicuous little hidden drawer.

As soon as Xia Xingchi opened it, he saw that there were antipyretics inside, along with pain relievers and some other unknown imported medicines.

Why put it here instead of in the first-aid kit in the living room? To make it more convenient?

It was strange, Aunt Li had said that when Li Chengyuan’s heart was suffering, he would look for medicine in the living room, but in case of a heart condition, such an important medicine was not at hand?

Forget it, he found it anyway. This person who was burnt silly watched as he handed over the medicine box: “Take the medicine. Oh yeah, I heard that rich people have their own doctors? What’s your doctor’s phone number, I —”

“Don’t!” Li Chengyuan was very quiet at first, but he raised his voice at this moment with an extremely sharp tone.

This sentence seemed to have stepped on his tail, making him puff up instantly: “Don’t let the doctor come! I don’t……cough cough……”

Before he could finish speaking, he clenched his fist against his lips and coughed violently until he was out of breath, his face becoming more and more icy and white.

Xia Xingchi was nonplussed, and quickly patted him on the back: “Don’t get excited, don’t get excited, it was just a suggestion. Come on, drink some water and take the fever-reducers first.”

“Don’t let people know that I’m sick.” Li Chengyuan’s voice was already hoarse, but his tone was unquestionably firm and commanding.

But there was a faint sense of fear and tension in his expression…….as if he had done something wrong.

These words puzzled Xia Xingchi: “Ah, why?”

The only servants who could stay in the villa were Aunt Li and Uncle Ding, who had watched him grow up and knew his physical condition very well. Fevers had long been commonplace.

Likely due to the aggravation of the stomach pain, Li Chengyuan stopped talking and lay on his side, curled up slightly with his hands pressed against his stomach.

Xia Xingchi saw that he was exerting too much force and was afraid that he would hurt himself, so he quickly tried to pull away his cold fingers.

But he couldn’t break them away at all, so Xia Xingchi had no choice but to coax the child and ask: “May I rub it for you? My hands are super warm, and my professional massage skills are top-notch.”

He actually heard this sentence. Li Chengyuan stared at him and hesitated for a moment, then slowly let go.

It was inevitable that people would not look good when they were sick, but Li Chengyuan was different. His fragile aesthetics were combined with a powerful and serious aura, and it was not an exaggeration to say “only a god could surpass him.”

Through the black silk shirt, Xia Xingchi gently placed his hands on his stomach and rubbed them up and down. Intense body heat penetrated through the material, as well as a slight tremble as he endured the pain.

He hadn’t eaten a bite of dinner today and never mentioned it. Moreover, the stomach disease was originally an emotional disease, and he had suddenly exploded in the car and lost his temper. Speaking of which, it was the first time he had witnessed him getting so angry. It would be strange if he didn’t have a stomachache.

Xia Xingchi sighed with some distress. No matter how rebellious the tree was, it was still his own money tree after all. And he had agreed to give him the best end-of-life care, but it turned out that he was specifically designed to piss him off.

It seemed that the “professional massage” really worked. Li Chengyuan’s complexion improved slightly, his tense body slowly relaxed, and he closed his eyes and remained motionless.

Seeing this, Xia Xingchi silently withdrew his hand. Li Chengyuan should see a doctor if his fever was like this, so why not quietly go downstairs and ask Uncle Ding for help?

Before his hand left completely, it was suddenly covered by a cold palm, and Li Chengyuan opened his eyes again: “Don’t leave, I’m rich now, don’t leave……”

Xia Xingchi was taken aback, knowing that he was delirious with fever and talking nonsense.

But nonsense was always based on the subconscious – how could a big tycoon with an indifferent and arrogant personality say such things?

Li Chengyuan murmured the same way as that night he transmigrated. At that time, Xia Xingchi thought he was trying to grab a temporary nurse, but now it seemed that he was talking to someone.

Xia Xingchi was immediately shocked by this thought, and his small gossip antenna sprung up:

He didn’t expect that such a fickle and fierce villain as Li Chengyuan be so infatuated and dazedly talk about his White Moonlight.

And every time, he mentioned “money.” Could it be that the big tycoon had no money before and was rejected by the money-worshiping White Moonlight, failing in his courtship?

A sadomasochism drama was immediately staged in the little brain of Xia Xingchi, who had “read countless dog-blood stories.”

According to the villain boss’s pathologically paranoid tendencies, shouldn’t he take them by force now, capture that person back and imprison them by his side, and then do indescribable things day and night……?