After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 87

Ai Ziqing fell silent. He had no words, leaving him unable to respond.

The smile on Wanyan Jinran’s face deepened. “But looking at your reaction, I’d say I definitely guessed right, wouldn’t you agree, Director Ai?”

Wanyan Jinran’s tone was far too mischievous. Ai Ziqing shifted his gaze away uncomfortably, feeling his face grow hot.

“Let’s not talk about that for now. Luo Mu is in a deep feverish sleep, and I can’t wake him up no matter what I do.”

Reminded by Ai Ziqing, Wanyan Jinran finally remembered the purpose of his visit. He picked up his small medical kit and walked further into the house with practiced familiarity, muttering to himself as he went.

“I’ll go take a look right now. Don’t you worry. With me, Wanyan Jinran, here, I guarantee I’ll give you back a Luo Mu who is alive and kicking. You have no idea how annoying Luo Mu has been all these years. Such a grown man, yet when he gets sick, he’d rather pay me an astronomical consultation fee than go to the hospital. I don’t know what his deal is. Luckily, I am enthusiastic, kind, and helpful.”

Seeing that Wanyan Jinran showed no signs of stopping his chatter, Ai Ziqing sighed, feeling his temples begin to throb. Was this person—warm-hearted yet noisy and seemingly privy to many secrets—actually reliable?

After that, Wanyan Jinran busied himself by opening his gold and diamond-encrusted medical kit, tinkering around Luo Mu for quite a while. He finally wiped away some sweat and let out a long breath.

“How is he?” Ai Ziqing asked impatiently. “Is it serious? If it’s too severe, I’ll take him to the hospital immediately.”

“Psh, it’s not serious at all. You can relax, Director Ai!”

Wanyan Jinran reached his conclusion with absolute certainty, allowing Ai Ziqing to finally breathe a small sigh of relief.

“But why won’t he wake up? Luo Mu’s secretary was here earlier and said he had fainted from the high fever.”

“Fainted? Luo Mu didn’t faint.”

“Then why hasn’t he woken up after all this time?”

“Oh, this isn’t a coma; it’s a deep sleep. He’s always like this. He often goes for long periods without sleeping, so he’s likely just crashed.”

Wanyan Jinran spoke nonchalantly, comforting him like someone who had seen it all. “Director Ai, you don’t need to worry. I’ve looked after Old Luo eight or ten times over the last few years, and he’s like this every single time. He won’t die. It’s just a common high fever.”

Just a common high fever.

Thinking it over, Ai Ziqing realized Wanyan Jinran wasn’t wrong. Luo Mu had been like this as a child too; he would catch a slight chill and run a high fever, and Ai Ziqing would always stay by his side. This man simply had a tendency to run high fevers. He just hadn’t realized when the man had developed this bad habit of insomnia.

After diagnosing Luo Mu with nothing more than a mundane fever, Wanyan Jinran initially intended to leave. However, seeing Ai Ziqing’s worried expression, he ultimately decided to rummage through his kit one last time.

“Director Ai, Old Luo is really fine. I’ll leave some fever reducers. Just have him take them according to the instructions.”

It was impossible for a house as large as Luo Mu’s to be without fever medicine, but Wanyan Jinran figured that giving some to Ai Ziqing would provide some psychological comfort.

“Thank you, Jinran,” Ai Ziqing said, speaking with genuine sincerity this time. “Thank you for coming all this way specifically for Luo Mu. I appreciate your hard work.”

Wanyan Jinran didn’t bother with social pleasantries; the moment he was praised, he became quite boastful. “Ahahaha! You’re welcome! We’re all friends! It’s not just K City; I fly all over the country. It’s mostly because Shu Yi is away on a business trip and I have nothing to do by myself, ahahaha.”

Although Ai Ziqing didn’t know who “Shu Yi” was, he understood that the final sentence was the real reason Wanyan Jinran had shown up today.

After politely walking Wanyan Jinran to the front door, Ai Ziqing hesitated for a long moment before finally asking the question that had been on his mind from the start. “Jinran, is the medical kit you brought perhaps a bit too… ornate?”

Being encrusted with gold and diamonds, it looked incredibly flashy. It was to the point that when Wanyan Jinran was digging for the medicine earlier, Ai Ziqing kept expecting him to pull out a gold bar.

“Ah, my medical kit!”

Wanyan Jinran slapped his glittering kit, smiling with pride and showing off his bright white teeth. “It’s nice, right? Ahem, the gold and diamonds on it are all real. I just love flashy things. Looking at them puts me in a good mood, ahahahaha!”

Even after Wanyan Jinran had traveled a great distance away, Ai Ziqing could still hear his laughter ringing in his ears. For some reason, Ai Ziqing felt that if Wanyan Jinran ever met Shen Ran, the two of them would become great friends. After all, their tastes were strikingly similar.

Soon, Ai Ziqing faced a new dilemma. Wanyan Jinran had left behind acetaminophen tablets. The medicine was right there, but Luo Mu still wasn’t awake.

How was he supposed to get Luo Mu to take the medicine?

Wanyan Jinran had said earlier that Luo Mu wasn’t unconscious but in a deep sleep, which meant he was desperately sleep-deprived. Ai Ziqing felt bad about waking Luo Mu when he had finally managed to sleep. But if he didn’t wake him, he couldn’t take the medicine or break the fever, creating a vicious cycle.

Ultimately, Ai Ziqing decided to harden his heart. Once he woke up and took the medicine, he could go back to sleep. He couldn’t just let the fever continue.

“Luo Mu? Luo Mu?”

Ai Ziqing called his name softly, patting the corner of the quilt. His voice was even gentler and warmer than usual. “Luo Mu, wake up for a moment. Take the medicine before you go back to sleep.”

But no matter how Ai Ziqing called, Luo Mu’s eyes remained shut. His breathing was heavy, and there was no sign of him waking.

Just how badly has this man treated his own body?

Ai Ziqing gritted his teeth, his emotions becoming increasingly complex. Since Luo Mu wouldn’t wake up, the only remaining option was…

He removed a tablet from the foil pack and gathered Luo Mu into a half-embrace. At such a close distance, the sound of Luo Mu’s heavy yet steady breathing became even clearer.

Brushing back his slightly disheveled long hair, Ai Ziqing seemed to reach a decision and placed the tablet in his own mouth. Before the sugar coating could dissolve, he cupped Luo Mu’s face, tilted his chin up, and pressed his lips against the other man’s.

Though he had cared for a sick Luo Mu countless times before, feeding him medicine mouth-to-mouth like this was a first.

His tongue guided the tablet, pressing past Luo Mu’s lips and teeth. Ai Ziqing felt his face becoming terrifyingly hot, so he squeezed his eyes shut. Because of this, he failed to notice that at that exact moment, Luo Mu’s eyelashes trembled violently.

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