President Lu was running a fever, but he hadn’t reached the point of confusion yet. Combining Pei Rong’s expression with the recent disconnected phone call, it’s not difficult to connect things with the effect of this herbal medicine.
He stared at the greenish juice in his hand, sniffed the unpleasant smell, and looked at the large bunch of herbs in the glass pot. Despite his trust in Pei Rong, he grabbed a handful!
He should smash the glass on the floor beneath Pei Rong’s feet, shattering into glass shards, making it impossible for Pei Rong to step anywhere. Then, he could release his anger on him, pinning Pei Rong on the sofa to make him understand the cost of daring to make him drink such herbal concoctions!
Thunk—Lu Qin knocked the glass on the table, took out his phone, pressed a few times, as if instructing security to lock the main gate, making it impossible for Pei Rong to escape.
Lu Qin hoarsely said, “Impotence medicine? Is that what you want me to drink?”
Pei Rong hesitated, unable to answer. He should want to cure Lu Qin’s inexplicable “addiction” immediately, but... he’s not a doctor, and he shouldn’t prescribe medication recklessly, right?
If Jiang Yan said it had no side effects, did it really have no side effects?
Lu Qin raised it abruptly and drank it all in one go.
“You...” Have you gone mad?
Pei Rong was dumbfounded, his fingers on his knee curled up. In this moment, his emotions were extremely complicated, and his right hand even subconsciously placed itself on his lower abdomen.
What if Lu Qin couldn’t control himself and ended up with irreversible consequences? The pressure on him would be immense.
Lu Qin squatted in front of Pei Rong and said seriously, “It was my fault to unilaterally request to change it to once every two days. I won’t mention it again in the future. Don’t be emotional, just pretend I never said it, alright?”
He replayed Pei Rong’s phone call in his mind several times. Although there were only two sentences, Lu Qin sensed that Pei Rong was very angry.
He didn’t understand why. Disagreement was okay, rejection was fine. He just didn’t talk to Pei Rong for a few days, was it not allowed to even flirt?
Even with a fever, Lu Qin was sulking. He had decided to wait for Pei Rong to explain the matter of hanging up the phone when they talked. However, when he saw Pei Rong’s cold profile standing on the stairs, he smelled a dangerous aura — something had changed.
Pei Rong had taken the initiative. What else did he want?
Although he brought impotence grass, the cause was his own resistance to withdrawal. What’s wrong with ‘Dr.’ Pei using a strong medicine?
After Lu Qin poured out his heartfelt words, Pei Rong couldn’t close his mouth. The usually composed beauty looked bewildered, like a startled deer.
Was Lu Qin really like this? Was it too much trust in traditional Chinese medicine, or too much trust in him?
Pei Rong’s lips moved, and suddenly, Lu Qin leaned in, his hot lips about to kiss him.
Pei Rong pursed his lips, originally afraid of infection, but the smell of that herbal concoction was too strange.
Resistance, initially at five percent, suddenly rose to seven or eight. He leaned back on the sofa, avoiding it, and happened to see Lu Qin’s phone thrown aside.
On the still-lit screen, the contents that Lu Qin had just searched were displayed—
[Does drinking cilantro juice cause impotence?]
The answer was no.
The related search was “Why is cilantro called impotence grass?”
Pei Rong’s eyelids twitched, Lu Qin pressed over, Pei Rong’s waist couldn’t hold up, so he simply fell on the sofa. He was now closer to where Lu Qin had just boiled water and could see the herbs boiling in the boiling water, their veins stretching out naturally... indeed, they were pure cilantro leaves.
He was deeply moved for no reason.
Pei Rong closed his eyes and scolded Jiang Yan in his heart.
Jiang Yan across the sea sneezed innocently.
Impotence grass, with no side effects, and he didn’t lie.
Jiang Yan knew Pei Rong couldn’t handle it himself, and the beautiful person was soft-hearted. This box of cilantro was just used to vent for the beautiful person.
Lu Qin also saw his own phone and couldn’t help but feel regret. The image of “heroic sacrifice” was almost established.
Only men who couldn’t make it would avoid the doctor. Pei Rong teased him, and he had to have the tolerance to take a joke. After going back and forth, wouldn’t Pei Rong calm down?
He picked up the room-temperature floral tea on the table, rinsed his mouth, and bit a mint candy, looking expectantly at Pei Rong.
Pei Rong raised his hand to cover his forehead and said, “Don’t infect me.”
The soft palm pressed against Lu Qin’s full forehead, and the temperature came without any hindrance. Pei Rong was stunned, unbelievably saying, “Are you pretending to be sick?”
Lu Qin covered his forehead. Indeed, it was no longer hot. He had said that seeing Pei Rong made him feel refreshed. It turned out the fever reducer worked.
“Why would I lie about having a fever to you?”
Pei Rong stood up, pulled out his suitcase from the guest room, and sorted out his clothes. “Wishing President Lu good health, I won’t disturb you.”
He had a shoot in the afternoon and would fly to the northwest to continue filming in the evening. He was busy.
Lu Qin held onto his suitcase. “I helped you cancel the shoot. It’s not suitable for you.”
Pei Rong’s expression stiffened slightly. “Why?”
Lu Qin said, “Didn’t we agree on a transition period?”
And he couldn’t run to the northwest next. He only had this afternoon left, so couldn’t he stay here with him?
The next session was “once every half month,” and Lu Qin might not necessarily have time to go to the northwest to find Pei Rong, so he wanted to advance things a bit.
Pei Rong certainly could not stay and take risks. He said, “I find it interesting. I’ll go.”
According to the plan, he had to attend a parenting program as a guest. The program was called “Observation Room for Babies,” where he just needed to sit there, observe the behavior of babies, and listen to parenting experts explain.
The program’s director wanted to attract an audience beyond just moms, so they changed the format and invited some popular celebrities.
Pei Rong thought that maybe after appearing on the program, he would discover that raising children required more skills than being a salted fish, and his mind would become clearer.
Lu Qin: “What’s the point? Babies would just either eat or poop.”
Pei Rong playfully raised the corner of his mouth: “Would President Lu find his own child annoying if he had one?”
Lu Qin frowned; what did his child have to do with anything? He had never thought about any issues related to children.
Thinking about his own childhood, Lu Qin earnestly said, “Annoying.”
Pei Rong: “...”
Oh.
Lu Qin didn’t try to convince Pei Rong to stay and conceded, “Then let’s have lunch together.”
He rolled up his sleeves, one hand on his waist, the other hand holding Pei Rong’s hand on the luggage, saying, “What do you want to eat? I’ll make it.”
Pei Rong: “You just recovered from illness; you don’t have to cook. Don’t you have a chef at home?”
Lu Qin couldn’t hide his excitement; Pei Rong cared about him.
“We have a chef.”
T/N: This novel is a bit hard for me to translate since the author loves to use a lot of figure of speech that even I, as a novice, sometimes couldn't understand. So, I wasn't able to properly translate it. That's why I apologize if some passages were confusing and hard to comprehend. ><
