Chapter 50: Chapter 50 Weren’t You Very Arrogant When Forcing Me to Take the Medicine?

Zhang Yuanheng, seeing that Cheng Zhiwei was slow to take the medicine, thought she was blaming him for not informing her in advance and explained, "Young President Zhou said you like to sing, and your throat must be treated with great care, so it took some time to prepare the medicine. Please don’t be angry."

Cheng Zhiwei took the medicine bottle in a daze, her mind a chaos.

She had no idea when Zhang Yuanheng had left.

It wasn’t until Lin Yu called her, "I heard from Yuanheng that Ah Lin has a fever of 39 degrees. This unlucky child, Zhiwei, Ah Lin has never liked taking medicine since he was little, and I’m not home. I’m troubling you with this."

It was only then that Cheng Zhiwei came to her senses and realized what she had agreed to do.

Looking down at the medicine bottle in her hand, the smell of traditional Chinese medicine was strong, clearly pills that Zhang Yuanheng had made himself. He said these were specifically instructed by Zhou Lin?

Cheng Zhiwei’s feelings were a bit complex.

Thinking of Lin Yu’s earnest instructions, after much hesitation, Cheng Zhiwei went to Zhou Lin’s ward again.

Zhou Lin was already up, dressed in a grey nightgown and leaning against the headboard. He was working on documents on his computer, occasionally coughing into his fist with his eyebrow slightly furrowed, as if he was dissatisfied with what he was seeing.

Cheng Zhiwei did not want to come again, so when she put the water cup on the table, she deliberately made a noise.

Zhou Lin glanced at her expressionlessly and remained indifferent, continuing to look at his computer.

Cheng Zhiwei spoke up, cold and clear, "Take your medicine."

"I’m not taking it," Zhou Lin refused.

Cheng Zhiwei immediately reached out, snatched away his computer, and tossed it aside, "You have a fever."

"It’s none of your business."

"I don’t want to deal with it either, but it’s your mother who’s worried about you. She called several times to make sure I watched you take your medicine," Cheng Zhiwei said with some impatience. "We’re all adults here, can you stop being so difficult?"

Zhou Lin’s eyebrow twitched. What did she say? He’s being difficult?

Rage began to invade him.

"Tell my mum that I took it, so you don’t have to bother looking after me," Zhou Lin snapped.

"Whatever you say," Cheng Zhiwei rolled her eyes and turned to leave.

But just as she reached the door, she heard a ’thud’ from behind her.

Turning around, she saw Zhou Lin had fallen to the ground, propping himself up without managing to get back up.

If she could, Cheng Zhiwei wanted to roll her eyes a hundred times.

Clenching her teeth, she walked back and crouched down to look at Zhou Lin, "Can you stand up?"

Zhou Lin was annoyed; his weak and powerless appearance was embarrassing, especially in front of Cheng Zhiwei.

And it was all her fault for taking his computer and carelessly throwing it onto the edge of the bed.

He had just tried to reach for the computer when his head spun, and he tumbled down.

Chagrined and angry, his complexion was terrible. Already running a high fever, now aggravated by anger, his vision was filled with stars, and his mind felt like mush.

He could only hear Cheng Zhiwei’s nagging voice by his ear.

"Zhou Lin, how are you?"

"Can you stand up?"

"This is what you get for not taking your medicine,"

She went on and on, endless and nagging.

But it was this nagging voice in his ear that seemed to relax his nerves.

He subconsciously turned his head and leaned on Cheng Zhiwei’s shoulder.

Accepting her fate with a sigh, Cheng Zhiwei planned to hire a dozen or so servants in the next couple of days. Surely not everyone could ask for a day off at the same time.

After all, looking after a man she didn’t love was even more displeasing than attending to a stranger.

The key is, you still can’t just look the other way and do nothing.

Fetching the water and medicine, he forced the pills into Zhou Lin’s mouth without much gentleness, then he followed with a mouthful of water.

Zhou Lin’s instinct was to spit them out.

Cheng Zhiwei covered his mouth to stop him, "Zhou Lin, you’re being so fussy, is it on purpose? Do you like me? Don’t want me to leave, so you’re not taking your medicine, making me stay?"

"That’s nonsense," Zhou Lin’s eyes widened, whether from the fever or anger, red at the corners, his eyesight blurry.

The heat from the palm was scalding, and Cheng Zhiwei wanted to retract her hand but feared he’d spit the pill out, so she pressed down firmly.

With the pill in his mouth, Zhou Lin refused to swallow. After a stalemate, the pill dissolved, and the bitter taste filled his mouth, nearly making him pass out.

Young Master Zhou had never tasted such bitterness in his life.

But Cheng Zhiwei didn’t know where she found such strength; she just wouldn’t let go.

Zhou Lin, breathless from the bitterness, gathered his last bit of strength to finally push Cheng Zhiwei away. He grabbed the water cup and drank two big gulps, but the bitter taste still lingered on his tip of the tongue.

He said angrily, "Cheng Zhiwei, are you trying to kill me with bitterness?"

Cheng Zhiwei pulled at her lips and stood up, "If you had obediently taken it, this wouldn’t have happened, and besides, it couldn’t have been that bitter."

A look of complete disdain.

All reason lost.

Zhou Lin suddenly stood up, eyes red, grabbed her wrist, and kissed her as he pinched her chin.

It was a completely instinctual act.

An extremely short but deep kiss.

Only, while he meant to have her taste that bitterness, unexpectedly, the bitterness was gone, replaced by a hint of sweetness.

Cheng Zhiwei was stunned for a second before forcefully pushing Zhou Lin away, a deep loathing in her eyes, and she quickly left the room, face cold.

Zhou Lin collapsed onto the bed with a thud, staring at the ceiling as his expression gradually grew grim.

Cheng Zhiwei rushed back to the master bedroom, vigorously wiping her mouth. Still angry, she thrashed around with a pillow a few times, but the searing heat seemed to linger on her lips, impossible to dispel.

Crazy.

She wouldn’t bother with him again.

At worst, when he passed out, she’d just call 120 and have him taken to the hospital.

Resolved, Cheng Zhiwei decided to just stay in her room and not go out.

At one o’clock in the afternoon, there was suddenly a knock at the door.

Cheng Zhiwei knew it was Zhou Lin and didn’t want to deal with him, but he kept knocking and knocking, driving her up the wall. She ran over and yanked the door open, "What now?"

Zhou Lin’s fever had subsided, his face slightly pale, likely from a shower; he looked quite refreshed and gave her a deep look, "Time to eat."

Cheng Zhiwei immediately shut the door, "Not eating."

Zhou Lin pushed the door open again, frowning at her, "Mom said Wang Mei took the day off and told me not to let you starve."

Cheng Zhiwei couldn’t cook.

"I said I’m not eating," Cheng Zhiwei said coldly. With so much food in the fridge left by Wang Mei, she could just quickly whip something up if she was hungry. Plus, there was always takeout. She didn’t want to share a meal with Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin rolled up his sleeves, a look of slight disdain and mockery in his eyes, "If you don’t eat, mom will blame me again. Cheng Zhiwei, do you want her to move back in and force me into the same bed with you?"

Cheng Zhiwei, remembering what had happened last time, frowned unhappily, "If you don’t say anything, there won’t be an issue."

She didn’t realize her words now echoed Zhou Lin’s from before.

Zhou Lin grabbed her wrist and dragged her out, "You were so arrogant when you forced the medication on me, weren’t you? Huh?"

He’d remember this for a lifetime.

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