Chapter 26

He complained to himself, feeling inexplicably wronged. "Why are you yelling at me? It's not like I wanted to get a fever."

Remembering that Ye Heng was still gripping his hand, he disliked it even more and forcefully shook him off.

"Stay out of my business!"

Ye Heng's gaze darkened slightly. He shifted aside and made way for Tang Mingxi.

Tang Mingxi staggered over to the stone island, grabbed the cold medicine granules from the counter, tore open the packet, and instinctively looked around for a glass.

Oh. He had smashed the glass earlier.

When he turned around, he saw Ye Heng standing coldly in front of the refrigerator with his arms crossed.

Dog of a man. I'm not going over there to get a new cup.

I can take it dry. I'm amazing!

For some reason, Tang Mingxi started competing with Ye Heng. He tore open the packet of cold medicine and poured it straight into his mouth.

After just one mouthful, he coughed violently. Ye Heng merely watched him coldly as his face flushed red from choking, his eye sockets reddened under the strain, and tears welled in his beautiful almond-shaped eyes. In the dim, warm light of the living room, he looked heartbreakingly fragile.

As if he might shatter like glass in the next second.

Until Tang Mingxi suddenly slammed a fist into his shoulder.

Honestly, the punch was soft and did not hurt at all.

Ye Heng did not move.

But for some reason, his heart gave a violent thump.

Ye Heng raised his eyes to look at him. Tang Mingxi was glaring fiercely back at him, eyes wide.

His lashes trembled violently with anger, and his lips were pressed into a straight line.

Ye Heng asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You're asking me what's wrong?" Tang Mingxi snapped. "I have a fever!"

"I saw."

For some reason, Ye Heng felt a little guilty after being shouted at by him.

"I'm sick!" Tang Mingxi was not listening to him at all.

Ye Heng said, "Looks like your brain really is badly fried."

Tang Mingxi opened his mouth, his voice already full of grievance. "I'm sick, and you still won't let me drink water!"

Ye Heng: ...

Who said he could not drink water?

Tang Mingxi seemed to have found a switch for sadness. The more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt. "I'm sick, and you still won't let me drink water. It's because you wouldn't let me drink water that I had to take the medicine dry, and that's why I choked. And you stood there watching me make a fool of myself, you cold-blooded, heartless devil... You even said my brain was fried..."

As he spoke, he added a few things Ye Heng had never done.

"No one's ever yelled at me before, and you—you even pushed me into the sea. I can't even swim... sob."

Tang Mingxi gasped. He had spoken too quickly and had not caught his breath.

Perhaps because he was sick, all the grievances he had endured before seemed to erupt at once.

It was not like he had abused the male lead.

It was not like he had wanted to transmigrate.

Ye Heng listened as he cursed at him in a halting, tearful voice.

He caught one key point. "When did I push you into the sea?"

Tang Mingxi forcefully wiped his face with his arm and said sulkily, "In my dream."

Great.

He finally knew why his allowance kept getting deducted for no reason.

"I'm sick too." The more Tang Mingxi thought about it, the more resentful he became. He punched Ye Heng a few more times as though venting his anger, helplessly furious. "And you still won't give me water!"

Fine. The topic had returned to where it began.

With a cold expression, Ye Heng boiled a kettle of water, then grabbed Tang Mingxi by the wrist and dragged him upstairs from the living room.

Tang Mingxi struggled fiercely, determined not to make things easy for him. He twisted stubbornly. "Let go! Don't touch me!"

Ye Heng could not be bothered arguing with this young master whose brain had been fried by fever. He simply scooped him up around the waist, one arm hooked around his slender waist, earning even more violent struggling from Tang Mingxi.

Tang Mingxi was very light. Although he loved eating, he never seemed to gain weight.

Both hands frantically pounded against the young man's broad, straight shoulders.

"What are you doing?! How dare you carry me?!"

"Let go! Dog of a man, I'll kill you!"

"Wah, I'm telling my brother! You're dead!"

Tang Mingxi made a huge fuss the entire way as Ye Heng carried him in his arms to the bedroom.

The next second, he was pressed onto the soft bed, and Tang Ming

xi instantly quieted down.

Though he was still grumbling under his breath, his body was very honest.

The moment he touched the soft bed, his mood improved considerably.

Ye Heng turned and left the room. Three minutes later, he returned with medicine mixed into the boiled water and brought it to Tang Mingxi.

Tang Mingxi had quieted down, but his expression still looked terrible.

Standing beside the bed, Ye Heng handed him the medicine.

Tang Mingxi muttered, "I'm not drinking it. It's too hot."

Drink it or don't.

Ye Heng set the cup on the bedside table.

Tang Mingxi pressed his lips together. "My brother always blows on it before giving it to me."

"I'm not your brother," Ye Heng said flatly.

"Then can't you add some cold water to it?"

Tang Mingxi held the glass and muttered. The steam made his eyes misty with tears.

The next second, the glass in Tang Mingxi's hand was taken away.

With a cold face, Ye Heng blew over the surface of the cup, let it cool for several more minutes, then shoved it back into Tang Mingxi's hands.

This time, Tang Mingxi did not say another word. He silently drank all the medicine.

With his back to Ye Heng, he pulled up the blanket after finishing the medicine and curled his entire body beneath it.

His attitude clearly said, "You've made me mad, and I don't want to talk to you."

Tang Mingxi had originally thought he would be too angry to sleep, but once he finished the medicine and it took effect, he actually slept quite well.

When he opened his eyes the next morning, he saw the family doctor seated beside the bed, along with Ye Heng standing nearby, who clearly had not slept much all night.

The young man's handsome face looked a little tired, and there were obvious dark circles beneath his eyes.

Tang Mingxi had clearly tormented him thoroughly all night.

Seeing that he was awake, the family doctor gave Tang Mingxi a meticulous examination.

It was just an ordinary cold caused by catching a chill.

But because Tang Mingxi was in poor health, his physical reaction had been especially severe.

After taking medicine the night before, he was already more than half recovered by morning.

He only needed to follow the doctor's instructions and take medicine another two or three times to recover completely.

The family doctor stayed until noon before leaving. Ye Heng walked him to the door. Just as the doctor was about to say goodbye, he suddenly heard Ye Heng ask, "Is Tang Mingxi not very happy?"

The doctor:?

Feeling somewhat uneasy, he did not know what Ye Heng meant and cautiously answered, "Second Young Master does indeed seem a little unhappy..."

"Will that affect his illness?"

"Oh, yes, a little. Just a little." The family doctor wiped away sweat. "After all, patients recover faster when they stay in a good mood."

"Got it."

After seeing the family doctor off, Ye Heng turned back toward Mingxi No. 1.

For some reason, as though he sensed something, he suddenly looked up and saw a figure swiftly flash past the bedroom window on the third floor.

It had only been a brief glimpse, and Ye Heng had not seen it clearly.

In the third-floor bedroom, Tang Mingxi ran and jumped back onto the bed, nervously thinking, Did Ye Heng see me just now?

No, wait. So what if he did? What did I have to feel guilty about?

Honestly, Tang Mingxi really did feel a little guilty.

All morning, he had been immersed in inexplicable regret. After getting a fever last night, he had been far too irrational. He had actually offended the male lead!

Living under the same roof, would he kill him to keep his mouth shut?

It was a society ruled by law. Surely not. Surely it would not come to that.

The more Tang Mingxi thought about it, the more frightened he became, and naturally, his mood worsened.

He listlessly opened his phone. On the WeChat screen, it was still on Wang Min