C42 Who Asked You to Give Me My Birthday!

Wen Xin was so cold that she immediately thanked him.

Half an hour later, they left the racetrack. Lu Cangyao, who had changed his clothes, leaned against the car with his eyes closed the whole time. He did not explain anything.

She didn't dare to ask. She felt that the atmosphere today was strange, and so did Uncle De.

Suddenly, Lu Cangyao made an uncomfortable sound. Wen Xin turned her head to look and saw that his face was red. She then put her hand on his forehead.

The man reflexively held her hand, opened his eyes, and frowned. "What are you doing?"

"You have a fever!"

The temperature was still very hot. She quickly said, "Uncle De, go to the hospital."

"No."

Embarrassed.

This man wouldn't be afraid of injections, right? The temperature she touched was at least 39. Wasn't he a genius? What if he was burnt to a fool?

Uncle De did not dare to disobey his orders, so he said, "Miss Wen, let me ask Dr. Luo to come home."

Sure, as long as he's willing to see the doctor.

Not long after, Dr. Luo rushed to the apartment and gave Lu Cangyao a checkup. He told Lu Cangyao what to take note of and left.

Wen Xin gently closed the door and saw Uncle De standing very close behind her. She was shocked!

"Uncle De, if you want to see him, go in."

"No, let the young master rest. Miss Wen, thank you for today."

Her face was full of doubt. "Thank me for what?" She seemed to have not done anything and had only ridden with him for the entire afternoon. Her butt and thighs were all numb now.

Uncle De looked at the closed door and whispered into her ear, "Today is the young master's birthday."

"Ah? It's his birthday!"

No wonder he asked her why she cooked noodles in the morning!

"He is here. No one will celebrate his birthday, right? Uncle De, look after him. I am going to buy some vegetables."

Uncle De originally wanted to remind her that the young master never celebrated his birthday, but today the young master seemed to be in a good mood. Perhaps Miss Wen could open his heart?

With this little bit of hope, Uncle De suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

Hopefully, he would succeed. Otherwise... he would let Miss Wen Xin down.

When Wen Xin returned from shopping, she felt like a tired dog. She collapsed at the door and tried her best to fan her face.

It was so hot and sore that her legs and waist didn't look like hers at all. Fortunately, the rain had stopped. Otherwise, if she held the umbrella again, she would probably have been scrapped.

But Lu Cangyao didn't seem to have asked Sis Qian to come to work today, so she had to cook herself.

Wen Xin, Wen Xin, you can do it!

Thinking this, she felt better and dragged herself to her feet.

When Uncle De came out of the bedroom again, he felt warm when he heard the noise from the kitchen.

I hope the young master will be happy when he wakes up.

After finishing this meal, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Wen Xin left Uncle De to eat with her. He refused, so she packed all the dishes and gave them to him. "Taste my cooking. It's so late. It's very lonely to eat alone." She had a deep understanding.

Uncle De was speechless.

The tip of his nose ached. Finally, he no longer refused. "Okay, okay. Thank you, Miss Wen."

"Call me Wen Xin," she said more than once.

"Alright, Wen Xin, that Uncle De has left. Take good care of the young master."

Seeing her answer crisply, the middle-aged man smiled and left the apartment with the food.

As soon as he left, Wen Xin rubbed her sore waist and went into the bedroom.

The man lying on the bed had a haggard face, but his facial features were still handsome and extraordinary. He no longer had his usual sharpness. The illness made his forehead moist, and he seemed very uncomfortable. He kept frowning.

She walked softly to the bed and placed her small hand on his forehead. The cold touch made Lu Cangyao's forehead loosen up and he suddenly pressed his hand down. Immediately, he pulled and pulled Wen Xin into his arms.

She felt an overheating sensation on her back. After some thought, she decided not to struggle.

"Mr Lu, are you awake?"

"Yes."

The faint voice was low and tired, soft, and she lay still.

After an unknown period of time, both of them fell into a deep sleep. When Wen Xin woke up, the lights in the house were dim, as if a layer of golden gauze was covering it, making one feel at ease.

Eh? Where's Mr Lu?

She felt the room next door and found that he was gone. Wen Xin sat up quickly.

As soon as she opened the door, she smelled the choking smoke, as if a man had smoked a lot.

Frowning, Wen Xin appeared barefooted in front of the man. Her gaze fell on the ashtray and indeed saw a few cigarette butts that she had finished smoking.

"Mr Lu, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll heat it up in the kitchen."

His black eyes fell on her slender back, but he did not make a sound. Instead, he silently snuffed out the cigarette, picked up the remote control and opened the window.

When Wen Xin brought out the dishes one by one, Lu Cangyao had already washed his face and rinsed his mouth. When he saw the plentiful dishes on the table, his handsome face changed slightly.

"Mr Lu, today is your birthday, right? I prepared these for... Ah!"

A strong arm grabbed her wrist and forcefully pushed her back. Wen Xin's face turned pale until her back hit the cold wall. The pain came and her face was filled with astonishment.

What did she do wrong?

"Who asked you to celebrate my birthday?"

"I, I just want you to be happy..."

Her black eyes were locked tightly on her pale oval face, looking from expression to eyes for evidence of a lie.

Wen Xin's eyes turned red. She didn't know what she had done wrong. She just wanted to make him happy.

"Get lost!"

Suddenly Lu Cangyao let go of her and walked over to the table, staring coldly at the food.

She held her injured wrist and wiped the corners of her eyes. With a wronged expression, she picked up the bag on the sofa. Before she left, she said, "I've already prepared the medicine for you and placed it on the bedside table. Before you take the medicine, you must eat first. Otherwise, your stomach will hurt."

The man pursed his thin lips and ignored her.

Wen Xin was once worried that he would throw all the dishes on the ground, so she simply closed the door and did not hear the sound of plates being swept off.

For a moment Lu Cangyao wanted to throw them all away, but when he thought about the woman who had prepared them carefully, she realized he couldn't do it.

Wen Xin entered the elevator and looked at her wrist. It was already purple. It could be seen how angry that man was at that time.

Was there a taboo to his birthday?

Thinking of this, Wen Xin felt depressed. Uncle De, you tricked me to death.

"Wen Xin? Why are you here?"

She was surprised to find that Uncle De was still downstairs. She lowered her wrist so that he wouldn't see her. Ever since she told her that it was her young master's birthday today, Uncle De had been very uneasy, so he didn't dare to leave.

Seeing her come down at this time, there was no need to guess the reason.

"Young Master is awake?"

"Yes, he doesn't need me now."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Uncle De still apologized, "I'm sorry, Wen Xin. I thought you could undo the knot in Young Master's heart. It seems that it was too much."

She was puzzled. "What knot? Uncle De, did something happen on Mr Lu's birthday?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem. I can't say too much. Otherwise, Sir will be even more angry. I'm sorry for Wen Xin today."