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The Jeep slowly drove into a neighborhood, which was another residence of Qing Cang, a place known to very few. Generally, he lived at the Military Residence, but he occasionally came here to stay. Sometimes when he encountered troubling matters, he felt the need for a space that belonged to him, a place to reflect and settle his thoughts, and this was his "sanctuary."
It was evident that the room's owner favored blue and white colors. The interior decoration was primarily in shades of blue and white—elegant white, lustrous white—graceful yet dignified, romantic yet mysterious. This was a restrained kind of splendor rather than ostentatious luxury.
The elegant and imposing sofa, the lightweight vintage curtains, and the uniquely designed wallpaper all showcased the owner's distinctive taste and temperament. The background wall, meticulously crafted from pure marble, added a touch of nature to the entire room, creating a comfortable atmosphere upon entering.
In his arms, Shen Qingyou squirmed restlessly, seemingly searching for a comfortable position. A smile crept onto Qing Cang's lips; this silly woman had no sense of caution at all. Didn't she fear that he might take advantage of her?
He gently placed her on the soft bed and noticed her damp clothes. He then picked up the internal phone and said, "Aunt Fang, please come over!"
Before long, a woman in her fifties entered. She glanced at Shen Qingyou lying on the bed and smiled warmly. "Qing Shao, is this your girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?" Qing Cang pondered this title; it didn't seem too bad!
Qing Cang's silence made Aunt Fang even happier. Having watched him grow up, she cared deeply about his lifelong affairs. This child was great in many ways but a bit too cold. However, he wasn't like that with everyone; those who could open his heart would know how good he was. Take her for example—originally just an ordinary maid of the Qing Family—but Qing Shao had bought her a house to look after this place for him. In reality, it was for her retirement since he only stayed here two or three times a year. Yet he had bought her a separate house downstairs for her to live in. If he treated a maid so well, how would he treat the woman he loved?
"Aunt Fang, please help her change clothes!"
So he's quite the gentleman? It seemed this woman truly held a special place in his heart! Aunt Fang couldn't help but smile even wider.
Opening the wardrobe, she quickly took out a pristine white shirt—Qing Shao's clothing—since there had never been any woman's clothes here before. "Sister, just make do with this!"
"Cold... cold..."
In her sleep, Shen Qingyou softly murmured a few times. Aunt Fang placed her hand on her forehead, "Oh, she's burning up badly?"
"Qing Shao, Qing Shao..."
Hearing Aunt Fang's call, Qing Shao quickly dropped the newspaper he was reading and rushed into the room, "What happened?"
"This young lady has a fever, and it's quite serious!"
Qing Cang's large hand covered Shen Qingyou's forehead, and indeed it was very hot. No wonder she had been complaining about feeling cold all the way here; the spring chill was intense, and after being caught in that heavy rain, it was no surprise she caught a cold.
"Qing Shao, I'll go make some ginger soup to drive away the cold. If this chill seeps into her bones, it will be troublesome!" As she stepped out of the room, Aunt Fang gently closed the door behind her.
Qing Cang turned the air conditioning to the highest setting. Soon, the room became warm; beads of sweat even formed on his nose. However, when he touched Shen Qingyou's hand, it was still icy cold, while her face had turned unusually flushed and her forehead felt increasingly hot. "This won't do; I need to find a doctor!"
Qing Cang immediately thought of Li Haoran and quickly dialed his number. Fortunately, Li Haoran had not gone to bed yet. Hearing Qing Shao's anxious tone over the phone, he hurriedly drove to the address Qing Cang provided, wondering who could make the usually calm Qing Cang so anxious.
"Qing Shao, the ginger soup is ready!" Aunt Fang gently knocked on the door a few times with the steaming ginger soup in hand.
When the door opened, Qing Cang took the ginger soup from Aunt Fang. "Aunt Fang, you should go back and rest. If anything comes up, I'll call you!"
"Qing Shao, let me feed her!" When has Qing Shao ever served someone medicine?
"No need; I can do it myself!"
Seeing Qing Cang's insistence, Aunt Fang didn't say much more. She only advised Qing Cang on some precautions before turning to leave.
"Yuan Mufang... Yuan Mufang..."
In a daze from the fever, Shen Qingyou called out Yuan Mufang's name, her hands flailing in the air as if trying to grasp something. Qing Cang's ginger soup, which he had just scooped into a spoon, was knocked over by her erratic movements. After some thought, Qing Cang decisively poured the ginger soup into his mouth, then grabbed Shen Qingyou's flailing arms and pressed his lips against hers, pouring the ginger soup into her mouth sip by sip.
It was wet, soft, astringent, and between bitterness and sweetness, there seemed to be a hint of sweetness. Just as Qing Cang was about to pull away his lips, Shen Qingyou climbed up around his neck with both hands and kissed him deeply.
"Damn it, do you know what you're doing?" Qing Cang muttered under his breath, wanting to withdraw but realizing he was also enchanted by the sweetness of her lips.
Gradually, the light kiss turned into a deep kiss. Shen Qingyou's icy body slowly became warm. Just as Qing Cang was about to lose his rationality, the sudden sound of the doorbell outside made him pull away abruptly. "Woman, one day I will make you my woman!" Qing Cang silently vowed in his heart. Then he tidied up her disheveled hair, adjusted his breathing, and once again covered his handsome face with an icy demeanor, revealing no trace of emotion.
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