"Xiao Yue." Mo Siyu strode forward, sat down beside the bed, embraced Tang Yue in his arms, tucked her in with the blanket, and looked at her feverishly red face. As he raised his hand to touch her forehead, sure enough, she had a fever. Although it's spring, the temperature isn't high. It's no surprise she caught a fever after soaking in cold water all night long. "Thirsty." Tang Yue murmured drowsily. "Here's some water." Mo Siyu handed over the water he had already prepared and asked, "Do you feel discomfort anywhere else?" Tang Yue took a small sip, her throat was terribly sore, her head dizzy, and she felt light-headed as if she desperately wanted to sleep. Her eyes even began to droop, but the discomfort made it impossible for her to fall asleep. "Dizzy, my throat hurts, it's unbearable." Tang Yue spoke, feeling as if there was a fire burning in her throat. "The doctor will arrive soon, are you hungry?" Mo Siyu asked gently, touching her burning forehead, looking at her with pity, wishing he could take away her discomfort. "Not hungry." Tang Yue's stomach was empty, but she didn't feel like eating anything. She looked around and asked, "Where is this place?" This place didn't look like a hotel, nor did it resemble home, or a fleet of cars. "This is our real matrimonial home." Mo Siyu whispered, "I had Chu Hong buy this house earlier, I was planning to surprise you." He had heard Tang Yue liked the Siheyuan a long time ago, so when Chu Hong was buying it, Mo Siyu also bought one as part of the plan; otherwise, the money given to Tang Yue would never just be fifteen hundred. "Matrimonial home?" Tang Yue looked around, only able to see one room that was yet to be tidied, it looked old and didn't seem to be a typical building. She asked, "Why does it look like a Siheyuan?" Her voice was raspy, and Mo Siyu spoke tenderly, "Don't talk, just listen to me. This is a Siheyuan in Jianan Prefecture. We were lucky to get it. It has only been simply tidied up. I thought about how you would like it to be decorated and planned accordingly." "Xiao Yue, you like Siheyuan the most, right? You've always said you wanted your own Siheyuan in the neighborhood where we live now." Mo Siyu remembered it clearly, her fondness for Siheyuan; he kept an eye out for any for sale. Nowadays, people usually buy apartments in high-rises, not many buy Siheyuan, and not many people sell them either. If it weren't for Chu Hong's connections, perhaps this house wouldn't have been purchasable. "You're so good." Tang Yue raised her head and smiled sweetly. She liked Siheyuan and had casually praised them a couple of times in front of Mo Siyu. The bedding on the bed, clearly bought by Mo Siyu himself, was her favorite color, a bright tender green, full of life. She knew Mo Siyu couldn't wait to register their marriage, just awaiting her to turn twenty. Unexpectedly, he had secretly bought the house, specially to surprise her. Some people are good at speaking sweetly, but fail to deliver on their words, unlike Wu Xinming. But some, like Mo Siyu, don't talk much but silently do everything that needs to be done. Mo Siyu is that type of person—he never makes superficial promises, but his actions consistently plan their future. "By the way, how did you know something happened to me?" Tang Yue asked as she leaned against him, feeling secure even though her head was spinning, she felt warm and comfortable. Mo Siyu lowered his head and gently kissed her feverish face, saying, "I guess it must be fate, our hearts are connected." Tang Yue raised her head in confusion, muttering to herself when he had learned to speak so sweetly. "Xiao Yue, what I'm saying is the truth, truer than true gold." Mo Siyu saw that she didn't believe him, so he explained everything from the beginning, from ordering the Crystal Shrimp for Tang Yue, to later seeing Wu Xinming, and following Wu Xinming. Finally, he kicked down the door and saved Tang Yue. Listening to him, Tang Yue felt like she was watching a TV show, weren't these kinds of coincidences only found in dramas? "Si Yu, tell me, why on earth were you following Wu Xinming?" Tang Yue asked curiously and incomprehensibly. Perhaps it was her hoarse voice that was heart-wrenching, or perhaps it was Tang Yue's clear, purely curious gaze. Mo Siyu looked somewhat embarrassed. Tang Yue grabbed his hand, waiting for his answer. Mo Siyu cleared his throat and evasively said, "Maybe I had a feeling that something was going to happen to you." "I don't believe it," Tang Yue shook her head, "Could it be some kind of psychic connection when something happened to me?" "Xiao Yue, that's the truth." Mo Siyu insisted as if it was a fact, then he changed the subject, "Xiao Yue, you should rest more. I will go check if the doctor has arrived." Mo Siyu almost fled in defeat. Tang Yue couldn't help but laugh. She snuggled into the bed and quietly began to dress herself with the clothes left by the bedside. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI~Fire.net In fact, Tang Yue had a guess as to why Mo Siyu was following Wu Xinming, but she wanted to hear it from Mo Siyu himself. She didn't expect Mo Siyu could also feel embarrassed. A sweet feeling surged in Tang Yue's heart, and a smile spread across her lips. She finally took the time to look around. Perhaps the previous homeowner had cherished the house dearly—it was a bit old but very clean. She dressed, made the bed again, and lay back down, half-asleep and half-awake. Tang Yue heard the doctor come to treat her, but she couldn't open her eyes; she felt dizzy. She felt the doctor checking her pulse, Mo Siyu taking her temperature, and finally, he gave her an injection. Mo Siyu held her so gently that the injection felt like a mosquito bite. If she hadn't been feeling so unwell, Tang Yue might have teased Mo Siyu about how during the injection, he seemed jealous and cautious, only exposing the area to be injected. This made Tang Yue feel both helpless and sweet inside. She thought to herself, if they were to encounter a male gynecologist in the future, would Mo Siyu be jealous enough to devour someone? Drowsily, Mo Siyu fed her medicine, and she fell into a deep sleep again. Next door, when Qin Anyu woke up, she kept insisting on seeing Tang Yue. But, upon actually seeing Tang Yue somewhat feverish and lying on the bed, Qin Anyu couldn't bear to disturb her. Knowing Tang Yue was safe, Qin Anyu decided not to interrupt the two. Mo Siyu stepped out for a while, with Qin Anyu accompanying him. Upon Mo Siyu's return, Qin Anyu quickly found an excuse to urge Chu Hong to go to the hospital and left. In the room, only Mo Siyu and the sleeping Tang Yue remained. Mo Siyu closed the door, gently lifted the blanket, and lay down beside Tang Yue. The porridge was already cooked, kept warm in the pot, just waiting for Tang Yue to wake up so they could eat.