After dinner, Jiang Wanting held an iPad and drew, while Shen Zui took a shower and read a script. Each was busy with their own tasks, not disturbing the other.
In the evening, Shen Zui posted about the first snow on Weibo.
He shared a picture of the snowfall and one of their dinner, without any accompanying text—just the images.
The top comments on this Weibo post were still filled with exclamations like “Ahhh!” along with some wishing him a happy first snow and an early rest.
A few thought-provoking comments also surfaced.
【SweetWineJiangGuozi v: Why are there two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks? Is Brother having dinner with his wife?】
The replies in the thread were quite insightful.
【HeeHeeYou v replied to SweetWineJiangGuozi v: Do you even need to ask? Of course! Honestly, the hotel food isn’t that great.】
【WineHouse sss v: I’m shattered. Brother spent the first snow with his wife again…】
【DrunkAgainAndAgain v: Happy first snow, Brother! Rest early! Love you love you @Shen Zui v】
Jiang Wanting was so immersed in drawing that she had no idea Shen Zui had posted on Weibo. After finishing her last stroke, she logged into Weibo and immediately saw her special follow notification lit up.
Seeing the dinner photo, Jiang Wanting’s lips curled into a slight smile. He must have taken it while she was in the restroom. She had to admit, Shen Zui’s photography skills were quite good.
After liking and reposting it, Jiang Wanting switched to Shen Zui’s super topic and posted the Q-version first snow drawing she had just finished.
【EveryNightWantingToSleepWithShenZui v: Happy first snow! Smooth sailing! @Shen Zui v】
Soon, people started commenting. She had become somewhat of a small content creator, occasionally drawing Q-version Shen Zui and posting them in the super topic. She now had over ten thousand active followers.
Jiang Wanting skimmed through the comments casually, put down her phone, and went to take a shower.
When she came out, she saw Shen Zui leaning against the headboard, reading an English book. His tall nose was adorned with a pair of plain glasses, giving him a somewhat refined yet roguish vibe at first glance.
She rarely saw Shen Zui using his phone. Usually, he had either a script, a magazine, or a book in hand.
Jiang Wanting’s slender waist was loosely tied with her bathrobe belt. After getting into bed, her eyes darted around.
She let out an almost imperceptible sigh. When would her Weibo ID ever become a reality? She had stayed here for two nights, yet there was no progress in her relationship with Shen Zui.
Her idol was so hard to flirt with! When would this unattainable flower ever be pulled down from his pedestal by her? He seemed gentle and easygoing, but in reality, his heart remained cold and distant.
“Um… I’ll be going back tomorrow. Take care while filming, look after 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 a row.
“Someone was so confident about having a strong body and not catching a cold.”
The man’s voice was neither warm nor cold, making it hard to discern his emotions.
Jiang Wanting only felt her face burning. Was her body really this weak? She had just been out in the cold for a bit and caught a few snowflakes—was that enough to make her sick?
Jiang Wanting sneezed again. After several sneezes in a row, her breathing became slightly unsteady, and the corners of her eyes turned red.
Shen Zui put down his book, got out of bed, and brought over a first-aid kit.
The man handed her an electronic thermometer, gesturing 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 calmly averted his gaze, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as the image flashed through his mind—pale, full, barely concealed.
She actually wasn’t wearing one. Shen Zui’s eyes darkened. How dare she, lying in a man’s bed without even a bra on.
“38.5 degrees, no wonder I feel feverish.”
Shen Zui took the thermometer, turned to pour a glass of warm water, and with his slender, well-defined fingers, picked out two cold pills to hand to her.
Jiang Wanting frowned. She had always hated taking medicine. Even when she was Song Ci, she rarely fell ill. As a child, she had been seriously ill once, back when her mother was still around. Since then, her mother had urged her daily to exercise and boost her immunity.
“What? Afraid of taking medicine?”
“Who… who’s afraid?” Jiang Wanting took the pills from Shen Zui’s hand, her face scrunched up in resignation as she swallowed them.
Seeing she had taken the medicine, Shen Zui turned to pour another glass of warm water. “Drink another glass.”
Jiang Wanting: “…”
Do all men think that if a woman isn’t feeling well, drinking more hot water will cure her?
That night, Jiang Wanting slept restlessly, only falling into a deep slumber as the sky began to lighten at dawn.
In the morning, Shen Zui reached out to feel the girl’s pale forehead, then touched his own. Finding their temperatures similar, he got out of bed.
Jiang Wanting woke up a little after eleven. Sitting up, she reached for her phone but noticed a note on the bedside table.
[Take your temperature when you wake up. Order whatever you want from room service. Call the driver if you want to go back. Remember to drink more hot water.]
The note was written in neat, strong calligraphy, the characters bold and elegant. Below it was a string of numbers—the driver’s phone number.
Jiang Wanting carefully tucked the note into her bag. After washing up, she ordered room service. Once she finished eating, she called the driver. She had to return today; there were classes tomorrow morning.
Hengdian was quite far from her school, but it was different once she returned to Qianxing Garden. Besides, being closer meant she could sleep in a little longer.
Just as Jiang Wanting was about to leave, there was a knock at the door.
“Hello! I’m Wang Shan, Shen Zui’s agent. The weather isn’t as nice as it was the other day, so I brought you a coat.”
It was clear to her—Shen Zui treated his fiancée differently, even sending her to deliver clothes.
“Hello!” Jiang Wanting recognized Wang Shan. After all, as the agent of a popular celebrity, Wang Shan made frequent appearances.
A white down jacket, a matching knit hat, and a scarf.
This was Wang Shan’s first time meeting Jiang Wanting, and she couldn’t help but feel a flash of admiration. The girl wore a camel-colored coat, black skinny jeans, and a pair of ankle boots.
“Thank you!” Jiang Wanting said as she put on the coat. “Sorry to trouble you with the trip.”
The girl’s voice was soft and gentle, carrying the delicate lilt of a southern accent. Perhaps due to her cold, there was a slight nasal tone to her speech, barely noticeable unless one listened closely.
“Here’s a mask.”
Jiang Wanting paused. Wang Shan likely gave her the mask to avoid another trending topic.
Even though the paparazzi had blurred her face, she didn’t want to appear in the public eye.
Jiang Wanting took it and thanked her.
“Miss Wang, to avoid unnecessary trouble, let’s leave separately.”
Wang Shan was taken aback, not expecting her to be so considerate. Everyone online knew she was Shen Zui’s executive agent. If they left together, it would give the paparazzi an opportunity.
Jiang Wanting stepped out of the hotel and only then realized how cold it was. Snowflakes danced across the sky, and although the snow from the previous night had been cleared away by machines, as people walked on the snowy ground, clear footprints still trailed behind them.