Chapter 367 - Chapter 367: Falling Ill
Chapter 367: Falling Ill
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Mei Yun still felt somewhat relieved in his heart.
The icy expression on his face softened a bit, although he didn’t smile. “Sit down. Shu’er called and said she’s having dinner with friends tonight and won’t be back.”
“Then I’ll go call Yanyan for dinner.” Mei Mu promptly ran upstairs.
In the past, she would have directly barged in.
But now, she quietly stood in the corridor and knocked on the door.
A weak voice came from inside the room, “Is it Big Brother? Come in.”
Mei Mu hesitated for a moment and said, “It’s not Xiao Feng; it’s me.”
In the room, Mei Yan heard Mei Mu’s voice and immediately sat up from the bed. Even the damp towel on his forehead fell off unintentionally. He stared warily at the door, “What do you want?”
Mei Mu hurriedly explained, “Dinner is ready, Dad asked me to call you down for dinner. Yanyan, are you okay?”
Mei Yan uncomfortably sniffed, “I’m fine. Don’t come in; I’ll change clothes and come out.”
“Alright.” Mei Mu didn’t say anything more, just stood at the door waiting for him.
Mei Yan eavesdropped on the movement at the door for a while, confirmed that she wouldn’t rudely barge in like before, and then jumped off the bed. He ran into the bathroom, hung the damp towel on the side, washed his face with cold water, and then opened the door expressionlessly.
Seeing him, Mei Mu’s eyes lit up, but soon those light-colored eyes were filled with doubt. “Yanyan, are you feeling unwell? Why is your face so red? What were you doing just now?”
“None of your business.” Mei Yan gave her a disdainful look and endured a momentary dizziness. He steadied himself and walked downstairs.
When Mei Shu came back, it was already late.
Lu Si personally drove her back.
Looking at the gate so close at hand, Mei Shu weighed the dozens of dolls in her hands that she could barely hold with both hands. She sighed deeply, “Tomorrow, you won’t follow me again, will you?”
Lu Si casually raised his eyebrows, “The guest hasn’t left yet. As the host, how can I leave the seat first?”
“That’s my guest.” Mei Shu gritted her teeth.
Lu Si pretended to be affectionate and gazed at her, “Your guest is my guest.”
He was doing it on purpose!
An hour ago, the restaurant they had dinner in decided to hold a shooting competition today, and the prize was a whole display cabinet of brand-name dolls.
Mei Shu casually praised that these dolls looked pretty good.
Then, Lu Si and Chu Rui, for some reason she didn’t know, skipped dinner and participated in this stupid competition.
The whole scene was like a peacock show, and the two of them refused to admit defeat, continuing until most of the dolls prepared by the restaurant fell into Mei Shu’s hands. The manager begged Mei Shu to quickly persuade these two Buddhas to leave, and then they finally stopped.
Now Mei Shu was troubled by the pile of dolls in her hands. “Why don’t we set up a stall tomorrow and sell them? We should be able to make a decent income.”
“These dolls won’t be worth anything on a stall.” Lu Si smiled, pushed open the car door, walked around to her side, and reached out to take all the dolls. “Let me take you in. Then you can treat me to a cup of tea.”
“Hey, aren’t you afraid Yanyan will see you and scold you as a scammer?” That kid had been suspicious that Lu Si had ulterior motives before.
Lu Si fearlessly said, “Anyway, sooner or later, 1 will meet him.”
After speaking, he strode towards the entrance.
In the living room, a group of people surrounded Mei Yan, expressing concern.
He lay on the sofa, his forehead against a cool fever patch, his face unusually ruddy.
Mei Mu hurriedly brought a bowl of steaming hot medicine from the kitchen. “Help me support Yanyan. This is freshly brewed cold medicine. It should help him feel better after taking it.”
The people around just stood there without moving.
Mei Yan cast an annoyed glance at her, and his gaze, full of hostility, made Mei Mu’s hurried footsteps pause.
“What’s wrong?” Mei Mu dared not look at him.
Mei Yan asked directly, “Do you want to poison me?”
Mei Mu blushed, shaking her head quickly, “How could it be? This is cold medicine that Uncle Zhao saw me brew. If you don’t believe me, ask Uncle Zhao!”
Uncle Zhao hurriedly responded, “Young Master, rest assured and take the medicine. I’ve been watching the whole time.”
His words sounded as if he didn’t trust Mei Mu and was deliberately monitoring Mei Mu.
Fortunately, Mei Mu now seemed easy to talk to, and she didn’t bother to care about the deep meaning in his words.
Mei Yan then stretched out his hand, letting Mei Jing help him up, took the medicine bowl, drank it in one gulp, and then noticed Mei Shu, who had just entered.
Seeing her, the coldness on Mei Yan’s face disappeared instantly. He quickly tossed aside the blanket covering him, and quickly jogged to Mei Shu’s side, lifting his smiling face, “Sister, you’re finally back! I’m sick!”
After saying that, he even deliberately hugged Mei Shu’s waist. He turned his head in a place where no one could see, and silently made a triumphant face at Mei Mu..