RWWAI 23

Chapter 23: You Heartless Son of a B*tch!

Watching a pitiful, tragic Qin Miaomiao standing there, a brand-new doubt sprouted inside my head.

Back then, I had stubbornly insisted she was nothing more than a gold-digging green-tea fox, never bothering to dig deep into how she and Qi Lu had actually hooked up down at the Xiazi Pass.

Yet today’s speech of hers, combined with her earlier declaration that she intended to become a nun the second she popped out the baby, completely shattered my previous perspective.

Given the historical backdrop of this era, an unmarried woman getting pregnant could genuinely land her in serious legal trouble.

If Qin Miaomiao wasn't after wealth and status, what on earth was she chasing?

Even if she hadn't known Qi Lu was already married beforehand, she couldn't possibly be deranged enough by pure maiden-brain to stick around like this, right?

Right as I was sinking deep into thought, Qin Miaomiao spoke up again:

"My Lord... seems to have genuinely caught a chill, and his body is burning up fiercely. Shouldn't Madam go check on him?"

Hearing that, I offered a cold laugh and retorted:

"Let him burn. If he actually drops dead from this fever, life will be a whole lot more peaceful for both of you and me down the road."

Half of that statement came from genuine annoyance, and the other half was what I honestly believed.

After all, if that physical body really burned to a crisp and died, trashy Qi Lu wouldn't even be able to respawn back into it.

Reborn into a second life just to fix past regrets, only to get taken out by a routine common cold and croak right at home—how satisfyingly hilarious would that be!

Naturally, missing the inner context, Qin Miaomiao assumed I was just venting out of spite and probed further:

"If Madam truly refuses to go, this concubine will head over to attend to My Lord instead."

I waved my hand dismissively:

"Go, go, go. As long as the man isn't dead yet, don't bother coming back to annoy me."

Seeing that her reverse-psychology tactics weren't working, Qin Miaomiao knitted her brows tightly together and said:

"Then... this concubine will take her leave first. My Lord's fever is running dangerously high, so I'll go invite Doctor Zhou over to take a look so we can figure out what's actually going on."

Ever since Doctor Zhou had his soul thoroughly frightened out of him by me last time, he had been actively dodging my presence.

Normally, I never even crossed paths with him anymore.

Damn it, dragging Doctor Zhou out at a time like this—wasn't that basically trying to force me to go over there?!

Whatever, I suppose looking at that pretty face of his would at least put me in a slightly better mood.

So I replied:

"You're still carrying a child, don't go running back and forth straining yourself, go back and rest first! As for Doctor Zhou... fine, I'll go make the trip myself."

Qin Miaomiao's face instantly blossomed into a wide smile as she said:

"I'll go instruct the servants right now to get the medicine stove prepped. The moment Doctor Zhou writes out the prescription, we can start brewing the medicine right away."

Doctor Zhou's exquisite, refined facial features did indeed smooth out a good half of my mounting irritation.

The moment I stepped inside the study, however, and spotted Luo Fan acting like a theatrical invalid doing his best fake-moan routine, my temper flared right back up.

I hissed with venomous sarcasm:

"Stop putting on a pitiful act right in front of me! If you were genuinely suffering that badly, would you still be sitting upright like this? Don't you know how to go find a couch and lie down?"

I have to admit—thanks to Doctor Zhou's presence, when the system translated that exact sentence, the sarcastic snark level went up a whole extra tier!

Luo Fan seemed to have given up on playing the obedient puppy routine as well, snapping right back:

"You make it sound so easy! Miaomiao is pregnant right now, how could I possibly head over to her room and risk passing this illness onto her? As for your place... even if I actually went over there, would Madam be so wildly merciful as to bless me with a bed to lie on?"

His retort left me momentarily speechless with anger, before I realized he wasn't even done complaining, tacking on an extra jab:

"In this massive commandant's estate, when it comes right down to it, there isn't a single spot left where I'm allowed to lie down and rest!"

Right as I opened my mouth to fire back, Doctor Zhou chimed in:

"My Lord, you have indeed contracted a wind-cold. With your fever refusing to break and profuse sweating setting in, you must not push yourself through it like this. I implore Your Lordship to retreat to a bedchamber and rest immediately to recover your strength; you must not overtax your mind or body any further, or the illness will only worsen."

Hearing Doctor Zhou say that, I blinked in surprise, stepped forward, and reached out to touch Luo Fan's forehead:

"You're actually sick?"

He wasn't just faking it?

Luo Fan stubbornly slapped my hand away and sneered:

"Not sick at all! It's all an act."

Even though I had only brushed it for a second, his forehead was genuinely burning hot.

Fine! I guess I misjudged him.

Still, the way he was throwing a childish tantrum made me want to laugh.

So I cajoled in a soothing tone:

"Alright, alright. The doctor said so himself, the bed is all yours. Lie down for as long as you want, stay in bed until you're completely cured, there, happy now?"

While Doctor Zhou headed down to gather herbs and brew the medicine, I decided to show a shred of goodwill by supporting Luo Fan as we walked toward the sleeping quarters.

Yet Luo Fan was still muttering under his breath the whole way:

"Support me, my ass? Didn't you just assume I was lying to you anyway? You might as well just let me burn to death!"

I let out a bitter laugh:

"Even in this era, a grown, healthy man doesn't just drop dead from a common cold that easily, get a grip already!"

Presumably feeling too miserable to keep talking back, he stopped arguing and instead covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, hacking out a few ragged coughs.

After finally dragging him back to the bedroom, I told him to stand by while I went to pull back the covers so he could lie down.

To my complete shock, the second I turned my back, Luo Fan lurged forward and tackled me straight onto the mattress.

Caught entirely off guard, and weighed down by Qi Lu's heavy physical frame, I was pinned flat to the bed instantly.

Moments of Luo Fan's "real mission" flashed across my mind, and I panicked, shrieking:

"What the hell are you doing?! You aren't actually going to throw caution to the wind and force me to make a baby, are you?!"

Oh no—right now, I was still legally his wife, and everyone in the estate firmly believed we were deeply in love.

If he actually tried to force himself on me, even if I screamed my lungs out, not a single soul would come running to help!

I kicked my legs in frantic rebellion, but Luo Fan pressed down on top of me like a massive boulder, showing zero intention of getting up.

"You heartless, shameless son of a bitch!" I cursed at the top of my lungs.

Suddenly, I felt the weight vanish from my back.

Turning my head to look, I realized it was Doctor Zhou who had just walked in to deliver the medicine.

Turns out he was the one who had yanked that scumbag Luo Fan off my body, saving my life just in the nick of time.

I scrambled to my feet, making a mad dash to hide behind Doctor Zhou, and blurted out with lingering terror:

"Doctor Zhou... help me... he just tried to—"

Before I could finish, Doctor Zhou looked deeply awkward as he hauled the fever-delirious Luo Fan upright, settled him flat onto the mattress, and pulled the heavy cotton quilt up over his shoulders.

I blinked, staring first at Doctor Zhou, and then at Luo Fan's fever-flushed face, entirely struck dumb for words.

I genuinely hope this bastard burns to a crisp and dies right now.

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