After the meal, Jiang Wanting held her iPad and drew, while Shen Zui took a shower and then sat reading his script. The two busied themselves with their own things, not disturbing each other.
That night, Shen Zui posted on Weibo about the first snowfall.
One photo showed falling snow, and another showed dinner. He did not add any caption—he simply shared the pictures.
This time, the top comments were still filled with “ahhh!” along with some wishing him a happy first snow and telling him to rest early.
There were also some thought-provoking comments that got pushed to the top.
【SweetWineSauceFruit v: Why are there two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks? Is gege having dinner with Sister-in-law?】
The replies under the comment were quite sharp.
【HeheYou v replied to SweetWineSauceFruit v: Do you even need to ask? Of course! Honestly, the food at this hotel isn’t that great】
【Tavern sss v: I’m cracking up, gege spent the first snow with Sister-in-law again…】
【DrunkAgainAndAgain v: Happy first snow, gege! Rest early! Love you love you @Shen Zuiv】
Jiang Wanting was immersed in her drawing and had no idea Shen Zui had posted on Weibo. After finishing the last stroke, she logged in and immediately saw her special-follow notification light up.
Seeing the dinner photo, Jiang Wanting’s lips curved slightly. It must have been taken while she went to wash her hands. She had to admit, Shen Zui’s photography skills were quite good.
After liking and reposting it, she switched to Shen Zui’s fan forum and posted the chibi-style drawing she had just made of the first snowfall.
【Every Night I Want to Sleep with Shen Zui v: Happy first snow! Wishing everything goes smoothly! @Shen Zuiv】
Soon, people started commenting on her post. She was now somewhat of a small content creator—whenever inspiration struck, she would draw chibi versions of Shen Zui and post them. She already had over ten thousand active followers.
Jiang Wanting casually glanced at the comments, put down her phone, and went to take a shower.
When she came out, she saw Shen Zui leaning against the headboard, holding an English book. A pair of plain glasses rested on his high nose bridge, giving him an air of refined yet dangerous charm at first glance.
She rarely saw Shen Zui using his phone. Most of the time, he was either holding a script, a magazine, or a book.
Jiang Wanting’s slender waist was loosely tied with her bathrobe belt. After getting onto the bed, her eyes darted around.
She let out an almost imperceptible sigh. When would her Weibo ID finally come true? She had already stayed here for two nights, yet there had been no progress at all in her relationship with Shen Zui.
Her idol was so hard to flirt with! When would this unattainable flower be pulled down from his pedestal? He seemed gentle and easy to talk to, but in reality, his heart was impossible to warm.
“Um… I’ll be heading back tomorrow. Be careful while filming, take care of yourself, and don’t catch a cold.” As soon as Jiang Wanting finished saying the word “cold.” she sneezed.
Shen Zui: “……”
Immediately after, Jiang Wanting sneezed three more times in succession.
“Someone was just confidently saying her body was strong and she wouldn’t catch a cold.”
The man’s voice was neither warm nor cold, his emotions unreadable.
Jiang Wanting felt her face burn with embarrassment. Was her body really this weak? She had only been exposed to a bit of cold wind—just catching a few snowflakes. Was that enough to make her catch a cold?
Jiang Wanting sneezed again. After several sneezes in a row, her breathing became slightly unsteady, and the corners of her eyes reddened.
Shen Zui put down the book in his hand, lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and brought over the medical kit.
The man took out an electronic thermometer and handed it to her, signaling for her to place it under her arm.
Jiang Wanting took the thermometer and pulled down the collar of her bathrobe slightly, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.
Shen Zui quietly shifted his gaze away. His Adam’s apple bobbed as the image flashed through his mind—fair, rounded, barely concealed.
She was not even wearing anything underneath. Shen Zui’s eyes darkened. How could she dare to lie on a man’s bed without even wearing underwear?
“38.5 degrees. No wonder my eyes feel hot.”
Shen Zui took the thermometer back, turned to pour a cup of warm water, and used his long, well-defined fingers to take out two cold medicine tablets, handing them to her.
Jiang Wanting frowned. She hated taking medicine the most. Back when she was Song Ci, she rarely got sick. When she was young, she had suffered a serious illness. At that time, her mother had not yet left, and ever since then, she had reminded her daily to exercise and improve her immunity.
“What? Are you afraid of taking medicine?”
“Who… who’s afraid?” Jiang Wanting took the pills from Shen Zui, scrunched up her face, and swallowed them as if resigned to her fate.
Seeing that she had taken the medicine, Shen Zui turned and poured another cup of warm water. “Drink another cup.”
Jiang Wanting: “……”
Did men all think that whenever a woman felt unwell, drinking more hot water could cure everything?
That night, Jiang Wanting slept very restlessly. It was not until the sky began to lighten with the pale glow of dawn that she finally fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning, Shen Zui reached out to touch the girl’s fair forehead, then touched his own. Seeing that their temperatures were not much different, he finally got out of bed.
By the time Jiang Wanting woke up, it was already past eleven. She sat up and reached for her phone, only to see a note on the bedside table.
【When you wake up, check your temperature first. If you want to eat, call the hotel for room service. If you want to go back, call the driver. Remember to drink more hot water.】
The handwriting was in neat semi-cursive script, strong and forceful, very pleasing to the eye. At the bottom was a string of numbers—the driver’s phone number.
Jiang Wanting carefully put the note away in her bag. After washing up, she ordered room service from the hotel. Once she finished eating, she called the driver. She had to go back today—she still had class tomorrow morning.
Hengdian Studios was quite far from her school. Going back to Qianxing Residence would be different; besides, being closer meant she could sleep in a bit longer.
Just as Jiang Wanting was about to leave, there was a knock on the door.
“Hello! I’m Shen Zui’s manager, Wang Shan. The weather isn’t as good as the past few days, so I brought you a coat.”
She had already noticed—Shen Zui treated this fiancée of his quite differently. He had even asked her to deliver clothes personally.
“Hello!” Jiang Wanting recognized Wang Shan. After all, as the manager of a top celebrity, Wang Shan appeared frequently in public.
It was a white down jacket, along with a matching knit hat and a scarf.
It was Wang Shan’s first time meeting Jiang Wanting, and a hint of amazement flashed through her eyes. The girl wore a camel-colored coat, black skinny pants, and a pair of ankle boots.
“Thank you!” Jiang Wanting said while putting on the clothes. “Sorry to trouble you to make the trip.”
The girl’s voice was soft and gentle, carrying the delicate tone of a southern girl. Perhaps because of her cold, her voice had a slight nasal quality, though it was hard to notice unless one listened carefully.
“A mask.”
Jiang Wanting froze for a moment. The reason Wang Shan gave her a mask was likely to avoid her appearing on trending topics again.
Although her face had been mosaicked in the paparazzi photos, she still did not want to appear in front of the public.
Jiang Wanting took it and said thank you.
“Miss Wang, to avoid unnecessary trouble, let’s leave separately!”
Wang Shan was taken aback. She had not expected Jiang Wanting to be so considerate. The entire internet knew she was Shen Zui’s executive manager—if they left together, it would only give paparazzi an opportunity.
Only after stepping out of the hotel did Jiang Wanting realize how cold it was. Snowflakes filled the sky. Although last night’s snow had already been cleared by machines, walking on the ground still left a clear trail of footprints behind.