The CEO’s Little Wife 1 2
When Qiao Yu was hospitalized, Shen Yan sat by the bed again for the entire night. Qiao Yu woke up twice in the middle of the night, both times because lying on the hospital bed made his whole body ache, and he didn’t even have the strength to toss and turn, so he could only tearfully beg Shen Yan to get into bed and let him cling to him.
Shen Yan, unable to resist Qiao Yu, could only lie on his side at the edge of the bed, letting Qiao Yu hold his hand and sleep soundly, which actually left him awake all night.
Actually, Qiao Yu was very well-behaved when sleeping; he wouldn’t kick the blanket or toss and turn. But Shen Yan worried that Qiao Yu might have a recurring fever during the night, so he got up every half hour to check on him and take his temperature.
After taking his temperature, he used a medical cotton swab to moisten Qiao Yu’s dry, feverish lips. Until dawn, Shen Yan remained in a state of half-sleep.
When the first ray of dawn slowly and firmly penetrated the glass and shone into the room, Shen Yan was sitting on a chair by the bed, holding his phone and talking to someone. Qiao Yu struggled to open his eyes but found he couldn’t hear anything.
Shen Yan reached up and rubbed his forehead, a hint of tiredness between his brows, as if listening to the other end of the call, occasionally interrupting to add something.
“Yes, replace all of them.”
“I want French windows.”
“The stairs are no exception, all of them.”
Qiao Yu couldn’t see what he was saying. He didn’t know if his cochlear implant had been left at home or had fallen off while sleeping. He reached out and fumbled around on the head of the bed, but apart from the lingering warmth, he found nothing.
Perhaps the faint rustling sound caught Shen Yan’s attention away from the call. Shen Yan looked up and said in a gentle tone, “You’re awake.”
Qiao Yu tilted his head, covered his ear, and shook his head, indicating he couldn’t hear. Shen Yan understood, said something briefly into the phone, then hung up and walked toward the bed.
Qiao Yu’s cochlear implant was on the bedside table. Shen Yan picked it up as he passed, gently parted Qiao Yu’s ear with his fingertips, and skillfully inserted it.
After a moment of disorientation, Qiao Yu could hear the sounds of the outside world again. Even though he had gotten used to the silent world over the past month, when sound returned, he still instinctively felt a surge of reassurance in his heart.
“The fever is gone.”
Shen Yan’s palm was very broad; when he placed it on Qiao Yu’s forehead, it almost covered most of his face.
The haze of just waking up left a thin layer of moisture in his eyes. When Shen Yan reached over, Qiao Yu forgot to close his eyes, and by the time Shen Yan’s hand moved away, the moisture had wet his lashes.
The tears also wet Shen Yan’s palm. Feeling Qiao Yu’s tears, Shen Yan immediately looked down at Qiao Yu, his voice carrying a concern he himself hadn’t noticed.
“What’s wrong?”
Qiao Yu shook his head, raised his hand to rub his eyes until the moisture was gone, then lazily leaned back onto the bed.
“I’m so tired…”
Even though he had been lying down all night, he was still so tired. He really missed the big bed at home.
Shen Yan chuckled, reached out and pinched Qiao Yu’s ear. The latter tried to dodge slightly but found it too tiring to avoid, so he simply gave up escaping.
“Where are you tired?”
In the end, Shen Yan didn’t say the teasing words aloud. He had stayed up all night watching over Qiao Yu without complaining about being tired, yet it was actually the one who had slept all night who was complaining of being tired.
Qiao Yu tried to feel it. Actually, after sleeping in Shen Yan’s arms for a night, Qiao Yu could barely feel any physical pain, but the fatigue after a cold was unavoidable. With joints almost rusted, Qiao Yu lay on the bed and brazenly complained to Shen Yan.
“Everywhere is tired.”
Shen Yan knew he was just being fussy. Although his words didn’t carry any reproach, his hand honestly slipped under the blanket and gently squeezed Qiao Yu’s leg.
“If you don’t move around, your bones will rust. What will you do during military training?”
After Shen Yan finished speaking, Qiao Yu remembered that he was still a college student about to start school, and college students all had military training at the start.
Before Qiao Yu was brought to the Quick Transmigration Department by 01, he had died before school even started, so naturally he had never experienced military training. And even if Qiao Yu hadn’t died, his fragile body definitely wouldn’t have been able to participate in military training.
Thinking of this, Qiao Yu instantly felt terrible and quickly called out to 01 in his mind.
“Can I just not go to school?”
01 gave a cold laugh and ruthlessly refused.
『No! The main plot still starts at school. If you don’t go to school, how will the male lead meet his white moonlight!』
Qiao Yu frowned, trying to use tears to awaken 01’s conscience: “Really not possible?”
The 01 in his mind seemed to stutter for a moment, then logged off at the speed of light, perfectly striking a pose of avoidance whenever trouble arose.
Seeing 01 run away, Qiao Yu turned his gaze to the culprit. Perhaps he himself didn’t know that there wasn’t much resentment in his eyes.
In the sunlight, Qiao Yu’s light-colored eyes were like two glass beads washed in snow, tinged with a bit of watery light, cat-like in their noble beauty, and carried a hint of pitifulness.
Shen Yan’s heart softened as he watched. Originally, he was just teasing Qiao Yu; how could he not know that Qiao Yu’s fragile body wouldn’t be allowed to participate even if he wanted to?
“But since your health is poor, you can apply to be exempted from military training.”
Things took a turn. Qiao Yu’s expression instantly shifted from defeat to surprise, but that surprise didn’t last long, because he still had to go to school.
So why did he have to mess with his classmates?
“Pervert.”
Qiao Yu’s voice was a little soft, and Shen Yan thought for a moment that he had misheard.
“What?”
Qiao Yu glared at him as he spoke: “Are you a pervert? You like messing with students.”
Shen Yan swore that his face must have shown some expression of shock.
He looked at Qiao Yu, who was inexplicably getting angry on the bed, and suddenly realized that Qiao Yu was calling him an old cow eating tender grass.
Pressing his lips together and thinking for a moment, Shen Yan realized that seemed to be the case.
The youthful and beautiful college student Qiao Yu and the old man Shen Yan, who was eight years older?
Shen Yan perfectly misinterpreted Qiao Yu’s meaning and even started reflecting: was it because he hadn’t slept all night that he looked haggard? Or had he grown wrinkles?
Shen Yan subconsciously reached out and touched his face, finally concluding that his skin was still firm with not a single wrinkle. Moreover, he had always been working out and maintained a healthy diet; it was no exaggeration to say he was in the prime of his life.
So why did Qiao Yu suddenly dislike him for being old and not like him anymore?
To be fair, Shen Yan’s age really wasn’t old; on the contrary, he was in the most flourishing period of a man’s prime. Shen Yan looked young, and his dress wasn’t old-fashioned. By today’s standards, he was exactly the kind of abstinent-type CEO that girls on the internet dreamed of day and night.
Not to mention that Shen Yan was very self-disciplined, sleeping late and rising early, never touching alcohol. In terms of physical condition alone, Shen Yan could make ten Qiao Yus cry in one night.