novelraw Chapter 128 The Butler's Network
Chapter 128 The Butler's Network
When Wen Shumu woke up, his vision was completely black.
He must have slept until evening.
The familiar, cool fragrance still lingered around his nose, and a warm breath came from beside him. Wen Shumu knew that Ling Suyu was still by his side.
The close contact made Wen Shumu clearly realize that Ling Suyu was not wearing a shirt.
His cheeks were slightly flushed in the darkness, and he quietly poked the Alpha's pectoral muscles with his finger.
Not satisfied with just one poke, he moved down further and touched the firm abdominal muscles.
There was no way around it; whenever he encountered Ling Suyu, he couldn't help but want to "get physical."
It was the same yesterday in the bathroom...
If he hadn't been pestering Ling Suyu, he probably wouldn't have gotten a fever.
Wen Shumu's thoughts were racing until a large hand suddenly grabbed his fingers.
That hand took his fingers and moved them up to his lips, gently placing a kiss on them.
Alpha released his hand, touched Wen Shumu's forehead, and said, "The fever should be gone."
Wen Shumu, having taken a nap, was noticeably more alert: "What time is it?"
Ling Suyu then turned on his terminal and glanced at it: "Just past midnight."
"This time is so awkward," Wen Shumu muttered softly. "I don't know whether I should say good morning or good night."
Ling Suyu chuckled softly: "If you're not sleepy, then it's good morning; if you're sleepy, then it's good night."
Wen Shumu guessed that Ling Suyu had just fallen asleep not long ago. He himself was not sleepy at all, but thinking that Ling Suyu should continue to sleep, he said, "I'm still a little sleepy. Goodnight."
Ling Suyu gently ran her fingers through her light brown, slightly wavy hair and said softly, "Goodnight."
He slowly closed his eyes, but after a while, he still couldn't fall asleep.
Because the Omega in his arms would move occasionally, her smooth calves wrapped around him would also rub up and down slightly.
Ling Suyu had no choice but to open his eyes again, and then he heard Wen Shumu say, "Brother, I...I need to go to the toilet..."
Wen Shumu was certainly not so sick that he needed an Alpha to carry him to the toilet.
He originally intended to quietly get up after Ling Suyu fell asleep, but a strong arm encircled his waist, and he was completely held in the embrace, unable to move at all.
Ling Suyu's suppressed chuckle echoed from the darkness.
In the end, Wen Shumu, with a face almost the same color as a tomato, was carried into the bathroom by Ling Suyu.
*
The weather in early summer gradually became unpredictable. A light drizzle began to fall in the center of the imperial star, and the temperature dropped noticeably.
As a result, Ling Suyu was even more on high alert, instructing Allison to close all the doors and windows of the main building, fearing that Wen Shumu might catch a chill.
Although Wen Shumu felt it was a bit of an exaggeration, he still accepted it gladly.
After all... this is a sign that his brother cares about him a lot.
Back in the Wen family castle, when he was sick, he usually had to endure it on his own and had never experienced being taken care of so meticulously.
Wen Shumu opened his mouth and ate the small bread that Ling Suyu fed him in one bite.
Ling Suyu wiped the crumbs from his mouth: "I have to go to a meeting at the Legion later, I'll be right back."
"Ah! That online meeting yesterday?" Wen Shumu scratched his head. "Was it canceled because of me?"
He was thinking of giving Ling Suyu a quick hug before the meeting started yesterday, but he ended up falling asleep.
Ling Suyu said, "I postponed it on my own initiative."
Those jewel-like blue eyes smiled gently, their hearts and eyes filled only with the Omega before them: "You're sleeping so soundly, I can't bear to leave."
Wen Shumu was slightly taken aback, but then the corners of his mouth turned up higher and higher, and his eyes crinkled with laughter.
He asked, "When will the meeting end?"
"We'll definitely finish before noon," Ling Suyu said gently. "We can have lunch together."
"Cough cough..."
A soft cough interrupted their sweet gaze.
Meeting the Marshal's deep gaze, Allison said helplessly, "I'm sorry, but... Marshal, the car has arrived."
There was one more thing he dared not say: if he didn't leave soon, he would be late.
The butler recalled that the former marshal used to hate being late, but after moving from the dormitory to the manor, he still arrived at the legion early every morning, a stark contrast to his current state of procrastination until the last minute.
Ling Suyu then slowly got up. Wen Shumu originally wanted to see him off, but he firmly stopped him, even refusing to let him go to the first floor, saying that when the door was opened, the outside wind would come in.
Wen Shumu had no choice but to take him to the stairs.
From Allison's perspective, who had already gone down to the first floor, he could see at the corner of the stairs that the Marshal pointed to his face, and his wife tiptoed and kissed him.
Allison quickly turned around, and then he seemed to hear another kissing sound behind him.
Allison beamed with joy.
He shouldn't consume too much sugar at his age, or he'll develop diabetes.
Watching Ling Suyu leave, Wen Shumu touched his numb lips.
She had just kissed Ling Suyu on the cheek, but then he grabbed her hand and gave her a short kiss.
Just as Wen Shumu finished reminiscing, the terminal suddenly beeped.
He leaned against the wall and casually popped up a projector, which turned out to be a message from Wen Wei.
[Wenwei: How is Mumu now? Is her cold any better?]
A hint of doubt flashed in Wen Shumu's eyes. How did Wen Wei know he had a cold?
He first replied that he was much better and thanked Wen Wei for her concern, and then asked this question.
[Wen Wei: Allison told me.]
A look of surprise flashed across Wen Shumu's face.
[Xiao Mu: You guys actually know each other?!]
[Wen Wei: Hahahaha, we just met recently.]
After seeing the marshal off, Allison returned from the hall and climbed the stairs, only to see his wife still standing at the corner, looking at him with a bewildered expression.
"Brother Wenwei just told me that he learned about my cold from you."
Wen Shumu had been thinking about this yesterday: Allison's ability to quickly recruit so many top experts or teams from various fields must not only be due to his marshal title, but also to his extensive network of contacts.
Allison laughed and pointed to the empty wall in the main hall on the second floor, where the photos had been removed and moved to the more private dressing room.
"Isn't this a job to find a painter to paint portraits of you, Madam and the Marshal? I've looked through all the information on painters who specialize in portraiture on the Imperial Star right now, and I've picked out a few, but I'm not very satisfied with any of them."
Allison clapped his hands: "It's quite a coincidence. As soon as I logged onto the StarNet, I saw the news that Wen Wei came to the Imperial Star to see the exhibition. After searching for his works, I felt they were very good, so I took the initiative to invite him to paint for the two of you."
"Mr. Wen and I confirmed the time yesterday, and I said it couldn't be finalized yet because your wife is ill," Allison explained. "He was so worried that he wanted to come see you."
Wen Shumu was stunned by what he heard. Just then, Wen Wei sent another message.
[Wen Wei: Are you free today? I happen to be in the Imperial Star area recently, so I thought I'd come and see you.]
Wen Shumu stared at the message for a few seconds, then said to Allison, "There's no time like the present. The Marshal happens to have time today, so how about we ask Brother Wen to come and draw it this afternoon?"