"I’m fine, you should go back and rest for a bit. Xiao Yue can stay here to take care of things." Without further ado, ng Jin picked up Mo Xiaolin and said, "Xiao Yue, you can take a rest on the hospital bed too."
Although the hospital bed wasn’t big, Tang Yue’s small fra could find comfort lying next to him.
"No worries, Dad. You should take Mom to rest." Tang Yue smiled with a grin and didn’t feel too tired leaning against the side of the bed.
She whispered, "I’ll take care of everything here, don’t worry."
"Alright, I’ll take her to rest first." Holding Mo Xiaolin, ng Jin left, leaving Tang Yue and ng Siyu alone in the ward. She felt ng Siyu’s forehead, finding that his fever had reduced significantly, then checked his temperature with a thermoter.
There was still a slight fever, but compared to the burning heat from before, it had decreased a lot.
Tang Yue changed the cold cloth on ng Siyu’s forehead several tis and only when she felt his temperature drop significantly did she finally fall asleep drowsily by the bedside.
In the morning, as sunlight poured in, ng Siyu awoke to see a dark head resting beside him.
He dared not move, fearing he might wake her. Her face rested on her arm, her brows slightly furrowed, her sleep restless, with dark circles under her long eyelashes giving an impression of exhaustion.
A vague feeling during the night that soone was taking care of him attentively was surely his beloved wife.
Quietly, ng Siyu moved his hand, trying to make her sleep more comfortably. But as soon as his hand moved, Tang Yue woke up, her eyes sleepy, yet her bright and clear eyes now carried a hazy charm. ng Siyu smiled and said, "It’s still early, why don’t you sleep a bit more."
Tang Yue said nothing, reaching out to feel his forehead and realizing it wasn’t feverish. Only then did she yawn long and say, "No more sleep, are you hungry? I’ll check if there’s anything to eat."
Tang Yue got up, stretched lazily, cleaning up briefly before coming back with so porridge, saying, "Though the porridge is bland, it’s the most suitable for you."
ng Siyu had several injuries; apart from the injury on his foot, there were others on his hands. Tang Yue carefully fed him, and ng Siyu contentedly said, "It’s really sweet."
Tang Yue glanced at him and said, "I didn’t add any sugar."
After the flood disaster, getting anything to eat was a blessing. The porridge was plain with nothing added, not even sugar or pickles.
"Still sweet."
Laughter filled ng Siyu’s dark eyes.
"Sweet, my foot," Tang Yue said with a stern face, still angry at certain people who treated themselves like they were made of iron.
"Wifey."
ng Siyu drank large amounts of porridge, finishing two bowls. Watching Tang Yue go out again, he couldn’t do anything but call after her.
"Si Yu." As soon as Mo Xiaolin ca in, she saw ng Siyu’s expectant gaze and glared at him, saying, "You, you deserve Xiao Yue being angry. She was worried sick about you yesterday, searching half the day in the forest."
"You don’t know, Xiao Yue got several scratches." Thinking of Tang Yue’s frantic search for ng Siyu yesterday, her heart ached.
Feeling guilty, ng Siyu said, "Mom, from now on..." to take good care of Xiao Yue.
"What, are you planning for another event like this?" Mo Xiaolin’s voice rose several octaves.
Quickly shaking his head, ng Siyu assured her he never wanted such an incident to happen again.
"Mom, what happened to your leg?" He was about to respond when he noticed Mo Xiaolin’s leg.
"No worries, it’s just a sprain, a few days of rest will heal it."
Mo Xiaolin casually remarked, "It’s you we should be worried about, covered in injuries. I heard you caught a group of thieves?"
"Just ran into them," ng Siyu said, sowhat guilty.
"Do you think you’re made of steel, or are you so super expert from a drama?" Mo Xiaolin scolded, "You were already injured, yet fought with those six. Did you think about what might have happened if sothing serious occurred, leaving your dad and behind?"
"What about Xiao Yue? What about the two kids?"
Mo Xiaolin was still in shock; hearing ng Siyu was missing had pained her deeply.
"I was wrong," ng Siyu admitted his mistake, not daring to retort against Mo Xiaolin’s reprimand. But given the chance to go back, he’d still make the sa choice, unable to watch those few taking away the treasures from the tomb after running into them by chance. Even if he didn’t want to fight, they wouldn’t let him off easily.
Fortunately, he retrieved the treasures and hid them in a concealed place—sothing good accomplished.
"Zhao Xiangqian." ng Siyu suddenly shouted.
Upon hearing him, Zhao Xiangqian imdiately rushed in, and ng Siyu disclosed the hidden location of the treasures, saying, "Make sure to retrieve these items."
"Alright," Zhao Xiangqian responded and instantly headed out to act.
Mo Xiaolin: "..."
Well, it seed her earlier reprimand went in vain; ng Siyu’s mind was still occupied with the artifacts he protected.
"You focus on your recovery."
Mo Xiaolin looked at him, feeling stifled within; he might be a hero, but he was still her son.
Vexed by ng Siyu’s attitude, Mo Xiaolin no longer had any mood left.
When ng Jin ca in, Mo Xiaolin was about to head out, resting while being supported by ng Jin. He brought good news to ng Siyu—those caught tomb raiders had committed major cris before, and the valuables ng Siyu protected were highly regarded.
ng Siyu felt like he’d done a noble act, the schoolchildren all safe and sound. Had they not stumbled upon it, who knows how many mishaps could’ve befallen those kids.
Since ng Siyu was injured, Tang Yue was ignoring him.
"Wifey." He tried to coax Tang Yue, but she wasn’t buying his act.
ng Siyu’s eyes rolled mischievously, "Ouch."
"Is it your leg or hand that hurts? Let get the doctor," Tang Yue coolly said, turning to fetch help.
ng Siyu hurriedly grabbed her hand, saying, "Wifey, I’m not hurting, I just can’t bear to see you go."
"I have work to do, need to cook for the kids." Tang Yue freed herself from his grasp; the village needs more hands post-flood.
Especially at school, the usual cooks are unavailable since their hos were lost in the flood, leaving only her to step up for the children displaced by the disaster without classes.
ng Siyu stretched out his arms, but even then, he couldn’t catch Tang Yue’s hand. Now, she was completely out of sight, his extended neck seeing nothing but a tightly shut door.
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