My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!

Chapter 179: Chapters 180-181 Anxious_1

His wife had been clenching her teeth tightly all along, surely in much discomfort from such high fever, yet she stubbornly didn’t make a sound.

Tan Zhenghong spoke softly, "Wife, how about you stop being a hero from now on?"

He didn’t care what Qiao Duo’er’s previous life had been like, nor whether she was willing or not, he only knew that Qiao Duo’er was his wife and he would always protect her.

From now on, she would be an ordinary little wife, responsible only for being happy.

Before long, her temperature rebounded, and Tan Zhenghong repeated what he had just done.

After several such repetitions, her temperature finally stabilized somewhat.

Having done all this, he went out to boil half a pot of water.

After boiling it, he diluted it with the cooled water in the kettle before feeding it to Qiao Duo’er. Duo’er was so thirsty she drank two cups of water in one go.

After drinking the water, she started to sweat and Tan Zhenghong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sweating indicated the fever would soon recede, but Tan Zhenghong became even more careful, knowing that too much sweating could lead to weakness.

So whenever Duo’er’s lips became dry, he would promptly give her some water, careful not to give too much or too little.

Figuring Duo’er wouldn’t wake up for a while, he decided to take this opportunity to head into the mountains.

Tan Zhenghong grabbed a basket and left on tiptoe, marveling at how good it felt to be able to walk, all thanks to Qiao Duo. Otherwise, he couldn’t even bear to think of what it would be like if he were crippled.

For Qiao Duo, coming here was an adventure, and it was the same for him!

Walking briskly, Tan Zhenghong first checked the traps he’d set for wild chickens in the mountains, and then picked some wild vegetables and mushrooms, even harvesting some purple peaches.

Anxious about Qiao Duo’er, he hurried back home after finishing his tasks.

He had risen early, and upon his return, the Tan Family’s home was still quiet, with only Hu’s Clan up and about.

"Fourth Boss, how’s your wife doing?"

Tan Zhenghong replied, "She had a fever again in the night, but it eased up by morning."

After speaking, he strode towards his home, leaving Hu’s Clan to sigh deeply. All were men of the Tan Family; why was the difference between them so vast?

She truly envied Qiao Duo’er, but Qiao Duo’er deserved Tan Zhenghong’s wholehearted devotion.

Tan Zhenghong set down his basket, washed his hands, and immediately went to check on Qiao Duo’er’s condition.

Although she was still a bit hot, it was much better than during the night.

Yawning, Tan Zhenghong felt sleepy after all the toil and lay down next to Qiao Duo’er. Soon, he also fell into a deep sleep.

The moment Qiao Duo’er stirred, Tan Zhenghong awoke.

He looked at her anxiously, "Are you feeling any better?"

Qiao Duo’er nodded, "I feel much more comfortable now. Did I have a fever again last night?"

She had been slightly aware during the night but her eyelids were too heavy to open. She was all hazy and couldn’t remember what happened.

Ah, why did this bastard have to be so nice to her? Now she felt pressured.

Qiao Duo’er got up and went behind the curtain to the restroom, this time she was in a hurry and didn’t care that Tan Zhenghong was still in the room.

When she came out, Tan Zhenghong was waiting expectantly outside the curtain.

Seeing Qiao Duo’er, Tan Zhenghong hurriedly said, "Wife, don’t be angry."

"Who said I’m angry?" Qiao Duo’er rolled her eyes at someone, wondering why she felt like he was acting like he had gotten away with something.

"Um... I picked some mushrooms and wild vegetables this morning, how would you like them? I’ll cook for you."

Qiao Duo’er glanced over, noticing the wild vegetables and mushrooms still wet with dew; she frowned at Tan Zhenghong, "You went into the mountains this morning?"

"I didn’t go far, just picked some vegetables around the edges."

Tan Zhenghong hurriedly explained, having forgotten the words his wife had told him—not to walk too much yet.

Qiao Duo’er’s expression softened somewhat, "I’ll go cook some porridge, you rest on the bed."