Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

After Wen Qian and Jiang Shan divorced, neither of them came back, and Wen Ling felt very comfortable being alone.

A semester passed quickly, and Cheng Yu went to City B to visit his grandparents with his parents during the summer vacation. Originally, Yu Man also invited Wen Ling to go to City B to play together, but Wen Ling did not agree.

She felt fine staying home alone.

It was hot during the summer vacation, and Ji Ruozhi, who always loved shopping, didn't ask Wen Ling to go out. The two of them huddled together, holding ice watermelons, chatting, and watching variety shows.

During the summer vacation, Su Mu worked in a milk tea shop, and Wen Ling didn't want to go out because of the hot weather.

Finally, Su Mu was tricked into coming home on his day off through the bombardment of messages on WeChat.

But that day Wen Ling fell ill spectacularly.

Su Mu rang the doorbell several times but she didn't hear it. It was Xiao Qi who kept bombarding her mind with messages and finally woke her up.

Wen Ling felt dizzy and cold all over. Looking at the air conditioner set at 16 degrees, Wen Ling sniffed, put on a blanket, and left the bedroom.

When she picked up her phone, she saw several messages from Su Mu. She got out of bed, pulling up her slippers, and felt like the whole room was shaking.

When I opened the door to the living room, a surge of hot air rushed into the house.

Wen Ling saw that Su Mu's hair was wet with sweat and her nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, so she knew that she had been waiting outside for a long time.

"Are you stupid? You don't want to bask in the sun? Can't you find a shady place first if you can't contact me?"

Wen Ling quickly pulled him in.

"You have a fever."

Su Mu looked at her red cheeks, frowned and looked serious.

Wen Ling sniffed and didn't refute. "I caught a cold last night. It's okay. I'll just take some cold medicine."

Su Mu raised his hand and touched her forehead, which was very hot.

"No, it's too hot. I'll go to the hospital with you."

"No, I'll just take some medicine and get some sleep. I don't want to go to the hospital."

Su Mu looked at her with disapproval, and Wen Ling felt dizzy and achy.

"I'm already like this, can't you just give in to me?"

Wen Ling tugged at Su Mu's arm, her voice weak and sick.

"Well, then if the fever doesn't go away in the afternoon after taking the medicine, we have to go to the hospital."

"Row."

Wen Ling collapsed on the sofa, not having the energy to refute.

"Don't lie here, go to the room."

Su Mu tried to pull her, but Wen Ling leaned back and couldn't be pulled away.

"Go back to your room and sleep. It's uncomfortable to lie here."

Su Mu squatted down and spoke to her in a soft tone.

Wen Ling turned her head and said, "I'm not uncomfortable. I feel quite comfortable."

Su Mu pursed her lips. The sofa was not big and she might fall off if she turned over, but she looked at Wen Ling who buried her head in the blanket as if she was throwing a tantrum and refused to communicate.

Su Mu was a little embarrassed, his eyelashes trembling. He supported her body, walked around his legs and picked her up.

Wen Ling didn't react in time, and her already dizzy head felt even more dizzy.

"Su Mu."

Wen Ling half-closed her eyes and called out in a daze. Hot air hit Su Mu's ears, causing them to turn red and his eyelashes to tremble violently. He had just impulsively hugged her, and now, feeling the warmth and softness in his arms, the two hands holding Wen Ling were at a loss.

He quickly carried the person to Wen Ling's room, put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

Looking at the air conditioner set at 16 degrees, Su Mu frowned and turned up the temperature.

"You can't turn the air conditioner so low when you're sleeping."

Wen Ling, whose consciousness was already groggy, just thought he was noisy.

She felt vaguely that he was muttering something beside her.

"Where's the cold medicine?"

Seeing Wen Ling burying herself in the quilt, Su Mu dug her head out from the quilt with a louder sound.

"Where's the cold medicine? You can't just go to bed without taking it."

"So noisy, Su Mu. When did you become a little Tang Monk, always nagging?"

Su Mu pursed his lips, but did not let go of the hand that was pulling at her quilt after hearing her words. Wen Ling, who couldn't get the quilt back, had no choice but to open her eyes and look at him.

You met Su Mu’s soft dark eyes, and when you saw him being soft and stubborn, there was nothing you could do to him.

Seeing her looking at him, Su Mu repeated it again.

"Tell me where the medicine is and I'll get it. You can take it and then go to sleep, okay?"

Her voice softened again, as if she was coaxing a child. Wen Ling suddenly wondered if she had become a little spoiled.

They are clearly taking care of you with good intentions, yet you still find them annoying.

Wen Ling pointed to the cabinet opposite. It should be there. She remembered it was there.

Su Mu then let go of the quilt and went to find cold medicine.

The cabinet was very small and divided into three layers, probably specially used to store medicine. When Su Mu opened it, he saw medicine on every layer.

When he opened the first layer, it was full of medicine bottles with medicine names that Su Mu couldn't understand. The second layer contained some commonly used medicines but no cold medicine.

Su Mu found the cold capsules on the third floor, with a crumpled piece of paper next to them.

Su Mu thought it was an instruction manual, but when he opened it he found it was a diagnosis.

Looking at the words "moderate depression" shown in the diagnosis results, Su Mu widened his eyes in disbelief.

After reading it twice, he verified that the name on the diagnosis was indeed Wen Ling's. This was her diagnosis.

Su Mu was a little overwhelmed. How could Wen Ling be suffering from depression?

It's obvious that she loves to laugh so much and everyone likes her. She always has a smile on her face and likes to tease him. She always looks sunny and has no trace of gloom.

His heart sank, and Su Mu pursed his lips.

So was she actually unhappy every day? Normally, he would feel warm inside when he thought of her smile, but now, when he thought of it, his heart ached with anxiety.

"Haven't you found it yet?"

Wen Ling wondered aloud. She had just remembered that there was also medicine for treating depression in it, but he probably wouldn't understand it.

"found it."

Su Mu's eyelashes trembled slightly. He put the diagnosis back in its place and walked over with the medicine.

Wen Ling took two capsules with the water Su Mu handed her.

"You can play with the computer, game console, and TV in my room as you please. There's food in the refrigerator. In short, you can control everything in this house. It's hot outside now, so you can wait until it's almost night before going back."

Wen Ling felt dizzy and tucked herself back into the quilt. "Auntie will come to cook at noon. You don't need to call me when you eat."

This was not the first time Su Mu came here, so Wen Ling felt relieved.

Wen Ling didn't notice Su Mu's overly depressed mood. He was a man of few words, so it was abnormal for him to be nagging like he was just now.

Wen Ling had no idea that Su Mu had been searching for information about depression on his phone all morning.

He suddenly remembered the night when Wen Ling cried loudly. Now he thought it was a depression attack.

Su Mu's eyes felt a little hot. He reopened the drawer on the first layer and now he could understand the names of the medicines that he didn't understand. These were all for treating depression.

The medicine bottle felt heavy in his hand, so he must have taken it not long ago.

Su Mu felt his eyes were a little itchy, and he raised his hand to rub it, but the back of his hand was wet.

It turned out that she was far from being as happy as she appeared.