novelraw Chapter 127 The Madam Has a Cold
Chapter 127 The Madam Has a Cold
Ling Suyu's pupils dilated slightly as he gazed quietly at the smiling Omega before him.
After a long while, he lowered his head, as if a traveler trapped in the desert had finally found an oasis, and eagerly pressed a kiss onto Wen Shumu's lips.
It started intensely, then gradually became gentle and calm.
Wen Shumu gently stroked Alpha's back, just as Alpha had done countless times to him, to soothe his lover's uneasy emotions.
After they separated, both of them were breathing heavily. Ling Suyu raised his hand and gently touched Wen Shumu's cheek, then placed his entire palm on it and slowly rubbed his smooth skin with his thumb.
Careful yet tender.
Wen Shumu took a deep breath and glanced in the direction of the bathroom: "Now it's all right, the dust on your clothes should be stuck to me, let's go get cleaned up."
Ling Suyu's breath hitched, and his voice deepened: "But you're not dirty at all. You can just change into some pajamas."
In addition to the sweet scent of strawberry cake, Wen Shumu also had a light fragrance of shower gel on her body, indicating that she had already taken a shower.
Wen Shumu pursed his lips, seemingly embarrassed, and gazed at him for a moment before speaking: "Then you should first get me dirty from the inside out, so it won't just be a matter of changing pajamas."
Upon hearing this, Alpha's expression immediately changed.
Without further hesitation, he bent down, picked up Wen Shumu, and carried him straight into the bathroom.
The room temperature rose sharply, and the sound of the shower water couldn't drown out other noises.
*
The consequence of doing this in the bathroom was that Wen Shumu caught a cold the next day.
Now things are really messed up. He was already hoarse, and now his voice is also very nasal. He even developed a low-grade fever in the middle of the afternoon.
Ling Suyu was heartbroken and immediately changed the First Legion's usual internal meeting to an online one, staying home with Wen Shumu.
In the First Army Corps conference room, Heck relayed to the officers the notification that the Marshal would be attending the meeting online.
With some time to spare before the meeting began, Meng Ji casually asked the reason, only to find out that his wife was ill!
He immediately asked nervously, "Is it serious?"
Heck gave him a very complicated look: "Hmm...it must be quite serious for the Marshal. We've called in Mr. Banks, the chief healer of the court."
Upon hearing this, everyone exclaimed, "Even His Majesty's doctors have been dispatched! How serious must this be!"
Even the usually carefree Felix showed a worried expression.
Jin Xiao frowned and asked, "Is it some kind of sudden illness? Madam was perfectly fine a couple of days ago in Melville."
Xiao Jin didn't tell him either.
Heck gave an awkward laugh: "Madam... has a cold."
Everyone: "..."
An unusual silence fell over the conference room.
If the officials' sentiments could be displayed as bullet comments, the screen would be filled with them—
The Marshal absolutely loves it!
Unlike the silence in the First Legion's conference room, the Imperial Star Marshal's Manor was unusually lively at this moment.
In the kitchen, the head chef of Dixing's top-tier restaurant is simmering a nutritious soup.
In the lobby and corridors, a top-notch cleaning team was disinfecting everywhere to ensure there were no germs that could worsen the lady's cold.
Allison paced around, looking unusually busy.
In reality, he didn't know what he was busy with; he just felt that the atmosphere had become so lively that, as the butler, he had to blend in.
In the bedroom, Banks, the court's chief healer, put away his medical equipment, his expression a mixture of emotions.
"Marshal, don't worry, Madam will be fine after taking her medicine and sleeping."
Ling Suyu's eyes were somber as he looked at the Omega lying on the bed: "Are you sure you don't need the energy pod?"
Banks: "...No need."
Wen Shumu touched the fever-reducing patch on his forehead, coughed twice, and said, "I think my fever has gone down. Can I take this off now?"
Ling Suyu: "No."
Banks: "Yes."
Two opposing voices rang out simultaneously.
Wen Shumu: "..."
Banks couldn't help but laugh: "Letting the lady get a good night's sleep now is more effective than any medicine or energy pod."
I never expected Marshal Ling to be so protective of his wife in private, just like a young man in his early twenties who has just fallen in love.
Upon hearing that Wen Shumu needed to rest, Ling Suyu immediately stood up and said, "I'll see you out."
Before Banks could even laugh twice, Marshal Ling had already escorted him to the door.
Allison happened to wander to the Marshal's door and came face to face with a stunned Banks.
The two looked at each other in bewilderment.
Allison displayed the professionalism of a butler, quickly switching to a businesslike smile: "Dr. Banks, thank you for treating your wife. Tea and refreshments have been prepared. Please follow me."
Banks nodded with a slight chuckle, remarking as they walked, "Marshal Ling looks so different from before. Who would have thought he would cherish someone so much?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the butler's smile suddenly widened, transforming from a polite, courteous smile into an extremely radiant one.
Banks' words opened up a floodgate of conversation for Allison.
"Yes, the Marshal truly dotes on his wife. If she wants a cake from a certain shop, he'll personally go and queue up to buy it for her..."
Banks listened to the marshal and his wife's loving story the whole way.
When he returned to the Palace of Helios, he was still in a daze when he ran into Loren, who had been sent by Yi Hao to inquire about the situation.
Before long, everyone in the palace knew that the chief healer had been invited by the marshal in a grand manner, only to treat the lady's cold.
When Yi Hao learned of this, he laughed so loudly that the guards outside the study could faintly hear it.
Loren glanced at the emperor, who was laughing hysterically, and quietly pursed his lips.
He still remembered when Ren Yi, who was then the Crown Prince's wife, fell ill. Yi Hao searched for all the healers in the entire palace and even alarmed the late Emperor.
Is this the legendary case of the pot calling the kettle black?
*
Although Wen Shumu didn't know who the doctor Ling Suyu had invited was, he could tell from the doctor's exquisite attire that he must be a formidable figure.
After the doctor left, Ling Suyu drew the bedroom curtains, instantly dimming the light and creating a quiet atmosphere, perfect for a peaceful sleep.
Ling Suyu sat back down on the edge of the bed and watched Wen Shumu finish his medicine.
He seemed a little down: "Xiao Mu, it's all my fault. I didn't know how to control myself, which is why you're feeling so bad now."
Wen Shumu leaned back on the pillow, a smile appearing in his eyes upon hearing this. He reached out and touched the back of Ling Suyu's drooping hand, then hooked one of his fingers around Ling Suyu's.
"If I don't cooperate, you can't help but be unrestrained." Wen Shumu moved to the side, revealing enough space for Ling Suyu to lie down. "Brother, there are still ten minutes before your meeting. Can you hug me for a while?"
Ling Suyu reflexively lay down, then sat up, took off his cold, stiff military jacket to make sure no metal would poke Wen Shumu, before lying back down next to him.
Wen Shumu nestled contentedly into Alpha's arms and drifted off to sleep amidst the pleasant scent of melting snow.
Meanwhile, Heck received another notification.
He paused for a moment, then relayed to the generals in the conference room: "The Marshal said the meeting has been postponed to tomorrow."