Cheng Ke directly hung the saline on Su Ruobai.

"He caught a cold," Cheng Ke concluded. "In the summer, catching a cold and getting a fever." He said these four words with a cold expression, then looked at Wen Wannian, earnestly advising, "Be careful when handling those matters."

Wen Wannian gave him a glance, the warning in his eyes spoke volumes.

Cheng Ke has a sharp tongue and loves to tease people. Sometimes, he talks excessively without any limits. Fortunately, Wen Wan is able to tolerate it.

After giving Su Ruobai an injection, the two of them sat in the living room downstairs for a while.

Did you investigate the matter from last time?" Wen Wannian asked.

Cheng Ke waved his hand lazily, his expression lazy: "I checked, there are no other problems."

Wen Wannian nodded and lifted his head, with a smile that seemed both elusive and meaningful. "I thought I wouldn't see you again."

"...You little punk, enjoy the misfortune of others while you can." Not sure what had been irking him, Cheng Ke's face darkened. "I'll wait for the day when it's your turn, and then I'll happily watch you cry."

"Uncle and Aunt are also doing it for your own good," Wen Huannian said lightly.

Cheng Ke pouted, "Stop standing there and talking without experiencing any pain yourself."

Afterwards, the two of them silently agreed not to discuss this topic again.

Cheng Ke waited for a while before leaving. The way Wen Wannian looked when she had to remove the needles herself could be described as extremely punchable.

The two of them grew up together, and even if they didn't say it, they understood each other very well.

After Cheng Ke left, Wen Yuan went to the master bedroom.

As soon as he walked in, he noticed that the helpless little girl, who had been burned unconscious, had already woken up. Her big watery eyes, at this moment, were staring blankly at the ceiling.

Feeling someone coming in, Su Ruobai blinked her eyes and looked towards the door.

"You're awake," the man smiled as he walked over, naturally reaching out his hand to touch his forehead. The seemingly intimate gesture appeared completely appropriate to him.

After pondering for a moment, Su Ruobai asked hoarsely, "Did you ask for leave for me?"

"I'm sorry, there's really no way for you to work in your current condition."

Su Ruobai felt the icy medicine flowing through her thin blood vessels into her body. This incredibly familiar sensation was no longer unexpected.

Just decided to work and already taking time off within a couple of days, I'll definitely be criticized and talked about.

It seemed like she could sense his worries, and Wen Wannian comforted him in a soft voice, "Getting sick is something that can't be helped. Just work harder in the future and make fewer mistakes, and they won't say anything."

Su Ruobai nodded, feeling the pain in his throat caused by a foreign object gradually subsiding.

Her own body... Su Ruobai sighed quietly in her heart.

Most of the time when the two are together, silence fills the air, even when they do nothing, words remain sparse.

Since Wen Wannian expressed his respect for his grandfather to Su Ruobai the last time, Su Ruobai's suspicion towards him has decreased. Although he still doesn't fully trust him, he no longer holds any hostility.

How shall I put it, once certain things have already happened and cannot be changed in a short period of time, it is better to seek a suitable way of survival in this brief tranquility.

"Wen Wannian," Su Ruobai spoke lightly, seemingly lost in thought.

Wen looked up at him with old age.

"Give me two more years."

The pale and pitiful little face was filled with fragility.

In just two years, he would be able to truly be independent.

Reality is cruel; without money, he is unable to do anything.

Over the course of two years, no matter how little, he always managed to save some.

Su Ruobai knew very well in his heart that in these two years, without Wen Wannian, he would be nothing.

Just take it as a deal. When he becomes capable in the future, he will definitely repay Wen Wan-nian.