The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

Jiangcheng｜Lanting Garden.

The curtains of the master bedroom were drawn. The man on the bed had his eyes half closed, his hands still insisting on gently rubbing the woman's belly.

Gradually, the temperature of the palms became higher and higher.

Pei Zigui's eyelids twitched, and he raised his hand and put it on Jiang Ruoli's forehead. Why was it so hot?

In a daze, Jiang Ruoli felt Pei Zigui's hand stop. She frowned and said in a displeased manner:

"Keep rubbing, I'm so cold."

She tried her best to get closer to Pei Zigui, as if seeking a warm stove.

cold?

Pei Zigui glanced at the deliberately raised indoor temperature, his face full of worry.

"Baby, you have a fever."

Twenty minutes later, the doctor rushed in again and saw Pei Zigui changing the towel on the woman's forehead over and over again in the bedroom.

"Mr. Pei."

Pei Zigui didn't even raise his head, "Look, my wife seems to have a fever."

Just...fever?

It's okay that I fainted from menstrual cramps just now, but isn't this fever just a matter of taking two pills? ? Or do you CEOs like to make a mountain out of a molehill?

After a series of examinations, the doctor comforted him, "Don't worry, Mr. Pei. Madam just has a common fever. It will probably rise again at night. Just take two antipyretic pills then."

"Will it still burn?"

The cold voice showed the man's strong dissatisfaction and worry.

The doctor wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said, "Yes, Mr. Pei, my wife's temperature is only 38.1 degrees now, so she can't take antipyretics yet. If the temperature rises above 38.5 degrees in the middle of the night, she will take medicine. If it can't be suppressed, then I will consider giving her an IV."

In the professional medical field, Pei Zigui could only listen to the doctor. He glanced at her calmly and asked, "She just said she had a headache."

Doctor: "You can use a slightly cool towel to wipe your wife's forehead, neck, armpits, elbows, palms and other places to try physical cooling. But considering that your wife is still menstruating, be careful not to make the towel too cold."

"Madam's fever this time is mainly because women are more vulnerable before and after their menstrual period and are prone to illness. In addition, she caught a cold from the wind yesterday, so she had a fever. Don't worry, this kind of fever will usually subside naturally in 1-2 days. Drink more hot water."

Pei Zigui carefully noted down every key point in his mind and nodded slightly, "Auntie Lan, take the doctor to the guest room downstairs."

He was afraid that if Jiang Ruoli's fever did not subside at night, or if something else happened, the doctor would be able to treat him immediately.

When he returned to the bedroom and saw the little girl's face flushed red, Pei Zigui looked indescribably irritated.

He shouldn't have let Jiang Ruoli get off the car last night.

No, he shouldn't have taken her to the dinner party.

In the end, you are the one who feels sorry for yourself.

Aunt Lan came over with a basin of water and a small towel. Pei Zigui took them and whispered, "Aunt Lan, let me do it."

"I'll go prepare dinner." Aunt Lan nodded and went out.

Following the doctor's instructions, Pei Zigui placed the wet towels on several key locations.

When people are sick and uncomfortable, they become particularly hypocritical. Jiang Ruoli is even more so. As soon as her hot skin touched the towel, she let out a low cry.

"It's so cold and uncomfortable."

Pei Zigui had no choice but to squat beside her and coax her, "Lili, be obedient, this will help cool her down."

"But my stomach is upset too."

Hearing Jiang Ruoli's muffled voice with a tearful tone, Pei Zigui felt that his heart was clenched into a ball.

"Can I give you a massage?"

As he spoke, he gently rubbed his lower abdomen with his big palm.

The woman opened her eyes, her beautiful pupils were misty and red.

"Pei Zigui."

Pei Zigui leaned over and whispered to Jiang Ruoli, his voice unnaturally gentle: "I'm here."

"I want to drink water."

Pei Zigui helped the man up and leaned him against his chest, and handed him electrolyte water that he had prepared in advance, which contained lemon, sugar, and salt.

Jiang Ruoli didn't like the taste, so he took only one sip and then spat it out, his little face wrinkled.

"It doesn't taste good. It's so awful. It tastes sour and salty. Pei Zigui, are you trying to poison me to marry a new wife?"

Pei Zigui hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe Jiang Ruoli's chin, and coaxed him, "Baby, be good. Drink this cup and I'll change it to boiled water, okay? The doctor said this is good to drink."

"No, I want to drink Jiuzhen juice and eat New Orleans grilled wings."

Start working.

Pei Zigui had no choice but to coax her: "Okay, let Aunt Lan prepare the grilled wings now."

"Where's the Nine Treasures Juice? Did you swallow it?"

Pei Zigui laughed. Even though he was so feverish, his mind was still quite clear.

"If you drink this glass of water, I'll buy you one."

Jiang Ruoli gulped down a large glass of hot water.

"Good boy, lie down and have a rest. I'll ask Auntie Lan to prepare food for you, okay?"

After coaxing the girl into falling asleep again, Pei Zigui left the bedroom.

Auntie Lan was still busy in the kitchen. When she saw Pei Zigui come in, she didn't stop washing the vegetables. "I'm going to make some porridge or vegetable noodle soup for Lili. Even if she doesn't have an appetite, she should still eat something."

Pei Zigui slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves and said in a cold voice: "Auntie Lan, please make some New Orleans grilled wings for Lili. I'll cook porridge for her."

Aunt Lan was stunned. "You're going to do it yourself?"

It’s not that she doesn’t believe Pei Zigui, but in all her years in the Pei family, she has never seen Pei Zigui do anything on his own.

When Pei Zigui thought about exchanging a grilled wing for a bowl of porridge, his eyes were filled with affection and he said with a smile, "Don't worry."

"Okay, I'll put the vegetables here for you. Besides New Orleans wings, is there anything else she wants to eat? Having an appetite is a good thing."

Pei Zigui paused, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "No more, just this one."

It’s impossible to drink cold drinks during your menstrual period.

Before long, a rich aroma emanated from the oven, mixed with the rich aroma of rice. The two smells mixed in the kitchen, making people hungry.

"Auntie Lan, what's for dinner?"

Assistant Mote has not returned home yet and is staying in the villa to handle work.

And have dinner at the same time.

The oven made a "ding" sound, and Aunt Lan, wearing gloves, took out the grilled wings with a smile.

Assistant Mo couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his eyes shining: "Shall we have grilled wings tonight?"

Aunt Lan: "This is for Lili. I'll cook some dishes you like later."

"Okay, thank you Auntie Lan."

Pei Zigui's casserole porridge was almost cooked. He carefully selected a bowl that Jiang Ruoli liked, took a grilled wing and put it in a small plate, then left the kitchen with the plate.

"You can eat the rest."

The man glanced at Assistant Mote and said meaningfully, "Assistant Mote, the grilled wings won't taste good if they're cold. Eat them while they're hot."

Mott was completely confused.

But since Mr. Pei said to leave it for them, he would eat it first as a sign of respect.

"Auntie Lan, these chicken wings smell so good, they look better than those at K's!"

Aunt Lan was so coaxed that her face was filled with smiles. "I'll stew you a casserole of fish head."

"Long live Aunt Lan!"

As soon as the bedroom door was opened, the fragrance flowed through the air and reached Jiang Ruoli's nose. Her temperature had dropped, and she wasn't feeling too bad, but she was very hungry.

As soon as she saw Pei Zigui coming in with a plate, her gem-like eyes instantly widened.

"Your grilled wings."

Jiang Ruoli pouted, not very satisfied, "Why is there only one? I'm so hungry."

"Assistant Mo ate it right after Auntie Lan baked it. I didn't keep an eye on it, so there's only one left."

Pei Zigui's expression was one of self-blame and seriousness.

"Okay, then you feed me one first."

What else can I do? Pick Assistant Mott's mouth?

"Why are there no drinks?"

The man said confidently: "The car broke down."

Pei Zigui picked up the chicken wing and put it next to Jiang Ruoli's mouth: "Hurry up, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Auntie Lan's cooking skills were very good. The grilled wings were tender and juicy, which aroused Jiang Ruoli's appetite. She quickly finished a grilled wing.

But he's clearly not satisfied yet.