Fortunately, Leng Chuanjin had been following Xia Sanghuan. He pulled her back just before her face could make intimate contact with the ground.
Xia Sanghuan gave Leng Chuanjin an embarrassed smile, constantly berating herself in her heart for being so useless.
Leng Chuanjin stared fixedly at the weak Xia Sanghuan in front of him. After a long while, he sighed and picked her up horizontally.
"Wait, Second Brother...!"
The sudden feeling of being off the ground startled Xia Sanghuan. She instinctively grabbed onto Leng Chuanjin's coat, then realized her mistake and let go.
But it was too late. Leng Chuanjin's seemingly expensive suit jacket was already wrinkled.
Xia Sanghuan regretted it so much that she could have bitten her tongue off. She mourned in her heart how unlucky she was today.
What should she do if she kept causing trouble for the boy she had a crush on? Urgently waiting for an answer.
Just as she was beating her head in her own little world, Leng Chuanjin said calmly, "It's okay. If it's wrinkled, it's wrinkled. I'll just have the maid iron it."
He said it so casually, as if he didn't care at all, which immediately comforted Xia Sanghuan a lot.
She asked in a small voice, "Second Brother, am I heavy?"
Leng Chuanjin suddenly remembered that when Xia Sanghuan had heatstroke before, he had also carried her to the hospital like this.
"You're not heavy."
His answer made Xia Sanghuan feel more at ease. Leaning against Leng Chuanjin's solid chest, Xia Sanghuan suddenly felt both sweet and bitter.
The sweetness came from the fact that Leng Chuanjin was holding her, while the bitterness was because Leng Chuanjin only regarded her as a younger sister.
Leng Chuanjin carried Xia Sanghuan like this from the underground parking lot and took the elevator back home. The butler who was standing at the door to greet them almost dropped his eyes out of their sockets in shock at the sight.
But their young master looked as calm as ever. Carrying Miss Fu, he came to the door and said calmly, "Open the door, Uncle Wang. I'm not convenient right now."
Wang Fu quickly came to his senses. While answering "Yes", he quickly opened the door for them.
At this time, Leng Wanqing, who was sitting bored on the sofa playing with her phone, got angry when she saw her elder brother carrying that country girl.
She didn't dare to provoke Leng Chuanjin, so she took her anger out on Xia Sanghuan.
"What right do you have to let my brother carry you? My brother has hardly ever carried me!"
Leng Wanqing shrieked, pointing her index finger with delicate nails at Xia Sanghuan. Her eyes seemed to be on fire.
This Xia Sanghuan had made her fall down the stairs a few days ago. She couldn't let this matter go so easily!
"Brother, how can you carry her like this!"
Leng Wanqing stared at Leng Chuanjin with dissatisfaction in her eyes.
Indeed, Leng Chuanjin was a person who never showed his emotions. He was stricter with his younger siblings than with ordinary people, so there were not many warm memories between him and this domineering younger sister.
Leng Chuanjin glanced at Leng Wanqing. "Wanqing, she has a fever. Be quiet."
Seeing her elder brother taking sides with someone else, Leng Wanqing stamped her feet in anger. Just as she was about to flare up, Leng Chuanjin had already carried Xia Sanghuan upstairs.
Xia Sanghuan heard Leng Wanqing's hysterical voice vaguely in Leng Chuanjin's arms, and it seemed to be directed at her.
But forget it. She was really dizzy and cold. She really had no energy to quarrel with Leng Wanqing.
Leng Chuanjin walked steadily. Even when going up the stairs, he didn't jolt Xia Sanghuan much. In fact, in the slight shaking, she almost fell asleep again.
Leng Chuanjin carried Xia Sanghuan all the way back to her room. After putting her on the bed, he hesitated for a moment and still woke her up.
Xia Sanghuan looked at Leng Chuanjin bleary - eyed. She seemed dissatisfied that Leng Chuanjin had disturbed her sleep, so she turned over and curled herself up under the quilt.
In fact, Leng Chuanjin didn't have to care about her at all. He could just let her sleep.
After all, Xia Sanghuan had no blood relation with him. She was just the younger sister of his childhood friend who had asked him to take care of her.
But somehow, when he thought that Xia Sanghuan might have a fever all night without anyone taking care of her and no one would know if her condition worsened, Leng Chuanjin felt his heart tighten.
What kind of feeling was this? Did he really regard her as a younger sister?
Leng Chuanjin kept asking himself. He felt restless. But when he thought of how he had been so worried that he couldn't sleep all night when Leng Wanqing had a fever when she was a child, his restlessness subsided a little.
He just regarded her as a younger sister. It must be so.
Moreover, she was going to save Jing Zhan's life.
Leng Chuanjin seemed to be hypnotizing himself as he thought.
Xia Sanghuan, lying on the warm bed, was almost in dreamland, but was still shaken awake by Leng Chuanjin.
No matter how dizzy and sleepy she was, she couldn't get angry with Leng Chuanjin, who was "ruining" her sleep.
She had no choice but to ask Leng Chuanjin helplessly, "Young Master Leng, what else do you want me to do? Can we just get it over with quickly?"
Leng Chuanjin sighed. "Don't sleep yet. I've already asked Uncle Wang to prepare medicine and porridge. Eat them before you sleep."
"You said you'd take medicine when you got home in the car just now. What did you do when you got home?"
"Moreover, your stomach was growling when I carried you. Don't you know to ask for something to eat when you're hungry?"
"Can you take care of yourself at all?"
"I should have sent you directly to the hospital earlier."
Facing Leng Chuanjin's series of questions, Xia Sanghuan was speechless. She had no choice but to touch her already cold nose embarrassedly and said to Leng Chuanjin guiltily, "Second Brother, don't be angry. It's just that your family's bed is so comfortable that I wasn't paying attention."
Leng Chuanjin enjoyed Xia Sanghuan's flattery.
But he still snorted and pretended to be angry.
Xia Sanghuan thought to herself that it was over. Would Leng Chuanjin never come to pick her up again?
Just as she was having wild thoughts, someone knocked on the door. Then Wang Fu asked, "Young Master, the medicine and porridge you ordered are here."
Leng Chuanjin stood up, opened the door, and brought in the medicine and porridge.
Then he forced Xia Sanghuan to eat it all with a cold face.
No one knew where Leng Chuanjin had gotten the fever - reducing medicine. It smelled extremely bitter.
But Xia Sanghuan had been dealing with herbal medicine for a long time and was already used to the bitterness of medicine. She drank the medicine without changing her expression.
Then she opened the porridge that had been brought with the medicine.
As soon as she opened the lid, a fragrant smell wafted over. A bowl of white porridge was in front of her.
Only then did Xia Sanghuan realize that she was so hungry that her stomach was sticking to her back. Not caring about her manners, she picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it into her mouth.
It tasted fragrant and slightly sweet, different from the porridge she usually drank. Even though she had no appetite because of the fever, Xia Sanghuan still finished the bowl of porridge.
She licked her lips reluctantly and put the bowl on the bedside table.
"Second Brother, thank you. It's so late. You should go back to sleep too. I'll clean up the bowl tomorrow."
Leng Chuanjin nodded. "Good night. Have a good rest tonight."