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Chapter 177: Chapter 179 Am I Naive?_1
"My sister-in-law and the others call you Fourth Boss, Erhu calls you Brother Hong, and some even call you Brother Hong, what should I call you?"
Qiao Duo’er felt troubled, she had a headache and couldn’t think about so many things.
Glancing at Qiao Duo’er, Tan Zhenghong wanted to say that whatever his wife called him was fine, but considering her unpredictable temperament, he held back.
"How about I call you Hong Hong?" Qiao Duo’er raised an eyebrow.
Tan Zhenghong coughed lightly twice, that...
Qiao Duo’er came up with another idea, "Then how about Si Si?"
"Can’t we think of something more normal?" Tan Zhenghong couldn’t help but interject.
He was a man, a normal and masculine man, could Hong Hong and Si Si really describe him?
They sounded ridiculously sissy!
Qiao Duo’er pursed her lips. Was she supposed to call him ’Sir’ or ’My lord’? 𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑝𝘶𝘣.𝑐𝘰𝘮
Damn it, she’d rather die than call him that; the mere thought sent a shiver down her spine.
After a while, Qiao Duo’er finally said, "Forget it, what does it matter what I call you? As long as you know it’s you I’m calling."
Tan Zhenghong didn’t manage to come up with anything suitable either, and let it go, it seemed that only Qiao Duo’er called him by his full name.
Looking at Qiao Duo’er again, she was playing with her hair around her fingers, but her complexion didn’t look too good.
"Wife, sleep well and I’ll pick peaches for you to eat tomorrow. The purple peaches from that tree are especially delicious, and I can string you a bracelet with the leftover pits; people say it wards off evil."
Tan Zhenghong was talking to Qiao Duo’er, but she felt like he was talking to his daughter.
Was she really that childish?
"Do you think I’m a three-year-old child?" Qiao Duo’er said discontentedly.
"You don’t cry or fuss, you just like to throw little temper tantrums. You must be at least five years old," he said with a chuckle.
Tan Zhenghong was happy, he liked his feisty little wife. It meant she saw him as one of her own, right?
Qiao Duo’er raised her hand to pinch his arm, but the man had already tensed his muscles, so her plan failed.
Tan Zhenghong laughed softly, feeling quite pleased at the moment.
Qiao Duo’er huffed, "I don’t want to talk to you, I’m going to sleep."
She had slept for a long time and was sure she wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, but after lying down for a bit, she felt sleepy again.
No need to think, it was surely because of that bitter medicine she had drunk.
In the middle of the night, Tan Zhenghong suddenly woke up and quickly touched Qiao Duo’er’s forehead. It was even hotter than before she went to sleep.
His drowsiness vanished instantly and he hurriedly brought in cold water to cool her down.
After changing the towel twice, Qiao Duo’er’s forehead was still burning hot.
Tan Zhenghong then took out a pot of wine from under the bed. One contained ginseng wine, and the other was ordinary wine.
Qiao Duo’er had used the ordinary wine to rub on his injured leg. His leg had healed, and the wine was almost gone—he poured out just over half a bowl.
Tan Zhenghong glanced at the small pot under the bed and quickly looked away.
If he used ginseng wine to cool down his wife, she might kill him when she woke up.
But if it really came down to it, he wouldn’t be able to worry about that.
Before untying the front of Qiao Duo’er’s clothes, Tan Zhenghong said weakly, "Wife, I’m going to rub some alcohol on you to bring down the fever, if you don’t say anything, I’ll take that as your agreement."
Of course, Qiao Duo’er didn’t respond, and only then did Tan Zhenghong carefully start unbuttoning.
Thankfully, his wife was very quiet this time.
He dampened the cloth with alcohol and wiped her chest, palms, and soles of the feet, followed by cold water. This way, her temperature was quickly reduced.
