Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

When we returned to Licheng, it was almost dark.

Lao Qian was wearing a dark blue uniform and waiting under the lights at the exit of the high-speed rail station.

Seeing the two people slowly walking out, he walked forward with a warm smile on his face: "Second Young Master, Madam, you have worked hard on the journey."

Zhou Yongan was wearing a black suit with a loose tie, and his eyes looked a little tired. Li Qingwen was still wearing the same beige dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, and her face could not hide the fatigue of the long journey.

The two of them got on the bus in unison, the lights inside the car illuminating their slightly pale faces.

After returning to Jiyue Mansion, as soon as the door opened, Xiao Wukong's tail swung towards Li Qingwen like a propeller, but when he saw Zhou Yongan behind her, his originally cheerful look instantly restrained, and turned into a vigilant barking.

Zhou Yongan surprisingly didn't get angry with it, and patiently teased it, "I think you should be called Roaring Sky Dog, not Little Wukong."

Little Wukong seemed to understand. He barked a few times in dissatisfaction and then circled around in Li Qingwen's hand, showing his affection.

Seeing them coming back, Mrs. Fan, who was cleaning the living room, threw away the rag and smiled: "Second Young Master, Madam, I will go make dinner now!"

Zhou Yongan went upstairs and locked himself in the room.

Li Qingwen played with little Wukong in the living room for a while, then got up and went to the nest to check the remaining food and sanitary napkins of the little Wukong.

After cooking, Mrs. Fan went upstairs to call Zhou Yongan. When she heard no response from the room, she went back downstairs to tell Li Qingwen.

Li Qingwen's heart tightened. He handed Little Wukong to Mrs. Fan, then opened the door of the guest room and walked in.

The lights in the room were off, and the beam of light from the corridor shone into the room, allowing a vague figure to be seen lying on the bed.

Zhou Yongan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and sleeping.

Thinking about how he got up early this morning and had been sitting in the car all the time, he probably didn't get enough rest, so Li Qingwen didn't think much about it and stepped out.

Minister Jiang sent her a message on the phone.

[Have you decided? The houses in Cuishan are so popular that they will be sold out if you wait any longer. I personally suggest you buy one. It is only half an hour’s drive from your company.]

Li Qingwen: [I will go and take a look tomorrow]

Jiang Lei: [Then you can call me, I live in Lakeside Garden, it’s close there]

Li Qingwen: [OK, thank you for your help]

Jiang Lei: [No trouble]

Around eight o'clock in the evening, Li Qingwen went to Zhou Yongan's room again, walked to the bedside and called him: "Zhou Yongan, eat something before going to bed."

The man closed his eyes and said in a lazy voice: "I have no appetite."

Li Qingwen's heart moved, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his forehead, and a burning temperature was transmitted to the palm of his hand.

"You have a fever." Her voice was anxious. He probably caught a cold when he took off his clothes last night.

Li Qingwen went downstairs and took out the medicine box from the cabinet, found the Lianhua Qingwen capsules he had prepared earlier, and went upstairs to feed them to Zhou Yongan.

Zhou Yongan was quite cooperative. He lifted his upper body and took the medicine obediently.

Seeing his uncomfortable look, Li Qingwen felt worried and guilty, and handed him the thermometer: "Take it."

Zhou Yongan cooperated and took it and put it in his armpit.

After a while, the thermometer showed a reading - thirty-eight degrees, a low fever.

Li Qingwen frowned, walked into the bathroom, got a basin of warm water, soaked a wet towel in water and put it on Zhou Yongan's forehead.

Zhou Yongan closed his eyes and joked: "Could it be that Dad followed me?"

When Li Qingwen heard this, he got angry, which was unusual for him: "Are you sick?"

Zhou Yongan thought that he was indeed ill, and put away his smile: "Don't bother, I'll get some sleep and I'll be fine tomorrow."

Li Qingwen sat there stubbornly, and his face towel was changed once a minute.

Zhou Yongan looked at her with a confused and burning gaze.

Li Qingwen explained: "Last time when I had a fever, you took care of me in the same way."

Zhou Yongan's voice was full of magnetism: "I do this because I love you, don't you?"

Li Qingwen pretended not to hear anything, his eyelids drooping in the basin. He drew water with a serious expression, "I am repaying you for your kindness last time."

Zhou Yongan stared at the ceiling, looking troubled. He took off the wet wipes from his forehead and said, "Let's go."

Li Qingwen didn't move.

No matter how she thought about it, she felt that Zhou Yongan's illness was all because of her. If he hadn't chased her to the village yesterday and got caught in the rain, he wouldn't have caught a cold.

She insisted on putting a towel on him, and Zhou Yongan grabbed her wrist: "Be obedient, you still have to go to work tomorrow, go back to sleep."

Li Qingwen: "It's only a little after eight o'clock."

Zhou Yongan looked at her, her black eyebrows and red lips, and the way she took herself seriously. After looking at her for a while, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled it.

Press her down.

His heavy breathing sprayed on her face, and Zhou Yongan smiled: "Since you want to repay me, then do the whole thing."

The last time she had a fever, Zhou Yongan first applied a compress to her forehead. Later, when it didn't work, he suddenly jumped onto the bed and hugged her, saying that it was a physical way to cool her down.

He even took a cold shower.

"You hooligan!" This trick really worked. Li Qingwen pushed him away, struggled to get up, threw away the wet wipes, and left the guest room angrily.

"Turn off the light," he said.

There was a "click" sound.

Huayu Building.

Zhou Xixiang had not yet left the company when he received a call from his brother and was waiting for him in the office.

Half an hour later, the office door was pushed open from the outside. Zhou Xixiang had just finished approving a document and put the cap on his pen. His beautiful fingers were slender and his nails were very short, as if they had just been trimmed.

"What brings you to me so late at night?"

Zhou Yongan stood at the door and slowly closed the door behind him.

He endured the dizziness, walked over and asked, "Brother, do you like Li Qingwen or not?"

In the quiet office, low voices echoed in Zhou Xixiang's cochlea.

Picking up the transparent glass teacup on the table, Zhou Xixiang glanced at his younger brother indifferently. In fact, they were very different, from personality to preferences, but they were surprisingly consistent in feelings, both liked simple, clean and pure girls.

Zhou Xixiang said in a calm voice, "Why do you keep bringing up something that has already happened? I reminded you last time that Qingwen is your wife now."

Zhou Yongan had a circle of cold sweat on his forehead: "If I divorce Qingwen, will my brother marry her?"

He thought he had given them both a lot of space this year, but he only came to his senses two months ago. His marriage to Li Qingwen is still there, and with his character, he would not commit incest.

Only if the divorce is made clear will the eldest brother not restrain his emotions.

But now, he doesn't want to leave...

Li Qingwen has already admitted that she loves him, so it is impossible for him to pretend to be magnanimous and give her to his elder brother.

Zhou Xixiang glanced at him and sneered, "Even if you are divorced, I am still Qingwen's elder brother. Why do you come here in the middle of the night just to talk about this?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yongan's gloomy face finally regained a hint of relief.

For a year, he had mistakenly believed that if he handed Li Qingwen over to his elder brother, she would be happy and he would be at ease. Until the end, he realized that he was wrong from the beginning.

Zhou Yongan walked out of Huayu with light steps. It turns out that even the arrogant Zhou Yongan can have moments when his back is bent.

Do not live by committing sins.

the next morning.

Mrs. Fan cooked the porridge and brought it to Zhou Yongan's room according to Li Qingwen's instructions, but she saw that the man who was supposed to be lying in bed recuperating had already changed his clothes in the locker room.

Mrs. Fan asked, "Second Young Master, why are you up?"

Zhou Yongan: "It's not a stroke, why can't you get up?"

A sick mouth can be so offensive. Mrs. Fan could only swallow her anger and take the porridge back downstairs.

After a good sleep, Zhou Yongan's body had not recovered. He was still sweating on his back and his face was pale. He rarely held the stairs when going downstairs, staring at the people at the dining table with an apologetic look on his face.

Li Qingwen glanced at him and walked towards him.