Wen Wannian got up early in the morning and made breakfast in the kitchen, just like yesterday.

But when the time came, he realized that his young wife had not come downstairs and had not left the room.

Wen Wannian took off her apron and went upstairs to gently knock on the master bedroom door.

"Are you awake?"

There was no response from inside. Wen Wannian hesitated for a moment, intending to push open the door, but found that it was locked from the inside.

Be cautious and alert.

Wen Wannian turned around and took out a bunch of keys from the little cabinet next to the stairs.

There are always spare keys at home, ensuring smooth access!

As Wen Wannian walked into the master bedroom after opening the door, he immediately sensed that something was not quite right.

The room was quiet, as if no one existed. I walked around the screen and approached the bed. In the middle of the blanket, there was a slight bulge, gently rising and falling. It seemed to be the only evidence that someone was present in the room.

Wen's movements became slightly sluggish as he hesitated, bending down with a gentle murmur escaping his lips.

Several repeated calls went unanswered by the people inside. It was only then that Wen Wannian felt something was amiss. Hurriedly lifting the blanket, he saw Su Ruobai's pale face, which had a slightly abnormal redness to it.

Rubbing his hand on the back, he frowned as he felt the heat.

In this manner, the feverish cold quietly struck, and it's even in the summer!

Wen Wannian didn't waste any time and directly made a phone call. After a brief explanation of the situation, they sat quietly by Su Ruobai's bedside.

Although she had a sickly appearance on her face, the person on the bed still looked beautiful. That delicate and fragile beauty is not limited to women.

Although getting married at the age of twenty-three is not considered late, for Wen Wannian, who had never thought about getting married before, his state of mind was completely different.

The rapid development of the social era has brought great benefits to the LGBTQ+ community.

Gradually, discrimination disappeared, and fairness arrived between every pair of lovers.

A marriage devoid of emotions is destined to be unhappy. Of course, when he initially decided to treat his wife coldly, he didn't expect all of this.

Mr. Su is a kind-hearted person. In his will, he generously donated all of his personal wealth to the orphanage and schools. He was a benevolent old man, well-regarded in the business community.

Wen Wannian admired him greatly, so when it came to handling Mr. Su's affairs, Wen Wannian put in a hundred and twenty percent effort.

Su Jiacheng's ambition was clear to him, but he had no right to express his opinion.

As for the sacrificial lamb of power, the pitiful figure in his eyes, Wen Nian didn't feel anything particularly special in his later years.

He had no reason to refuse to help take care of Mr. Su's grandson, who was still inexperienced in social etiquette.

Perhaps it's about offering love and compassion.

But little did he expect, in this pitiful little body, he actually found something extraordinary.

Staring at his handsome face, Wen Wannian wore an expressionless look, making it unclear what he was thinking.

Twenty minutes later, a man, dusty from his journey, arrived at the villa while carrying a first aid kit.

The man and Wen Wannian seemed to be acquaintances. Without much exchange of pleasantries, they went straight upstairs and entered the master bedroom. The man saw Su Ruobai lying pitifully on the bed, her face pale and unconscious from a high fever. Her facial features twisted strangely for a moment.

On a hot summer day, with a fever and yet not being conscious? Cheng Ke's handsome face was filled with the expression of "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Wen Wannian ignored his incessant chatter and said, "Show it to him."

"What's so interesting about this? Just get a shot of fever-reducing medicine." After saying that, he fell silent for a moment before adding, "...Can I get a shot in the butt instead?"

Wen smiled gently, "It's up to you, you're the doctor."

Cheng Ke: "......"

This smile seems a bit inappropriate.