I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 276: The Scumbag Son-in-Law in the Rebirth Story (31)

Ye Zhao woke up because of thirst.

The whole body feels weak and limp.

My head aches slightly and I feel exhausted.

My mouth is dry and my throat feels like it's smoking.

He moved his clumsy body and struggled to pick up the glass of water on the table.

The moment my fingertips touched it, my body went limp and I accidentally touched the water cup.

The water cup fell onto the table, rolled twice and fell to the ground.

"Master Ye."

Aunt Wang, who had just gone upstairs to check, heard the sound of breaking and hurriedly pushed the door open.

Hurry in and help him lie down.

"If you need anything, just call me."

A sick person is extremely fragile. Ye Zhao asked softly, "Auntie Wang, can you pour me a glass of water?"

How could Wang Ma not understand when she saw the fragments on the ground?

I felt so distressed that I quickly poured him a glass of warm water and provided a straw for him to drink from.

Ye Zhao was very well behaved, biting the straw and drinking quietly.

When you have almost finished drinking and are no longer thirsty, release the straw.

"Thank you, Mother Wang."

Mother Wang's nose felt sore and she almost burst into tears.

Seeing Wang Ma crying, Ye Zhao quickly asked, "Wang Ma, did I do something wrong?"

Wang Ma quickly shook her head, fearing he might misunderstand. "The wind and sand blinded me."

Ye Zhao nodded.

Suddenly I remembered something, as if I smelled Qingshu's scent in my dream.

On his pale face, there was an unnoticeable look of anticipation. "Who sent me back last night?"

Aunt Wang looked uneasy, her eyes wandering. "Uh, I couldn't get through to your phone, Master Ye. I was worried something might have happened to you, so I called the bodyguard to bring you back."

The moment Ye Zhao heard this, he felt depressed and lowered his head in frustration.

"Young Master Ye, you've been in the rain all day. How can you go out drinking without changing your clothes?" Aunt Wang was annoyed. "It would be strange if you don't get a fever if you treat yourself like this."

Ye Zhao recalled the lingering scent of ebony sandalwood in his dream. He hesitated again and again, but refused to give up. "Does Qingshu know that I have a cold?"

The sand stuck in my hand was taken out and the wound was bandaged after being disinfected.

Even apply burn ointment to the burned area.

I can still smell it.

She clasped her hands loosely, her secret anticipation growing stronger.

Wang Ma's eyes drifted faster. "Of course I don't know. The young master is in the hospital for observation. The doctor said he can't leave the hospital. But do you need me to tell him?"

Ye Zhao tugged at the quilt and let go with relief, "Qingshu is still injured, so let's not tell him. I don't want him to worry."

Mother Wang was heartbroken and wished she could sacrifice herself in his place.

"Young Master will definitely come back after he recovers from his injury and give you gifts in various ways to please you. By then, your relationship will be like before."

Ye Zhao forced a smile and nodded, "I will."

Aunt Wang tucked the corner of his quilt and said, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Ye Zhao was absent-minded, "I'll do as you say."

Soon, Wang Ma made chicken soup, millet porridge and steamed eggs and served them.

Ye Zhao had a poor appetite and didn't eat much.

You have to take the medicine after meals.

Mother Wang poured a fever-reducing pill into his palm.

Ye Zhao stuffed it into his mouth, and the feeling of bitterness touching the tip of his tongue was painful.

Aunt Wang brought warm water at the right time.

Ye Zhao took several gulps.

The bitter and unpleasant smell of the medicine was barely dissipated to a negligible level.

Holding the transparent glass water cup in both hands, a tear fell into the cup without warning, splashing a drop of water.

Mother Wang was very worried.

Everyone in this family dislikes Ye Zhao, so how could they withstand his tearful attack?

"Young Master Ye, if you have any grievances in your heart, please tell me. I am tight-lipped and will not tell anyone."

Ye Zhao's thoughts drifted far away——

"When I was sick before, no matter how serious the illness was, Qingshu would rush back to see me, without exception."

"Whatever I want to eat, he buys it for me personally. If it's not available, he learns to cook it for me, just to make me feel better."

"Every time I complained about the bitterness of the medicine, everyone was annoyed by my nagging. He was the one who patiently coaxed me. I was particularly willful and asked Shen Qingshu to take it with me so that I wouldn't suffer alone."

Shen Qingshu would always agree, even if he was not sick.

When he finished taking the medicine and scolded him, Shen Qingshu never cared. Instead, he peeled off the sugar coating with a smile and fed the corn-flavored candy into his mouth.

"Now..." Ye Zhao's voice was hoarse.

Mother Wang let go of him, opened the drawer and took out the candy he mentioned and gave it to him.

"...I remember it. I bought it for you." He repeated himself, running out of words. "The young master is in the hospital now. If he knew, he would definitely worry about you like before."

Ye Zhao lied to himself, "Really?"

Mother Wang nodded.

He struggled for a long time, and finally, with the help of Wang Ma, he opened the candy wrapper and found the corn-flavored candy in his mouth.

"It's so strange, why isn't it as sweet as before?" Ye Zhao raised a smile, which was uglier than crying.

Mother Wang was completely thrown into disarray and quickly packed up her things and went downstairs under the pretext of finding someone to clean up the debris.

Entering the kitchen and turning on the faucet, he felt a mixture of emotions. "What a sin! The young master won't let me tell the truth."

Besides, she also saw the young master's coldness.

In all likelihood, he really let Ye Zhao go.

Seeing Ye Zhao unable to let go and looking down on his spirits, I'm afraid his future days will be difficult.

It's been less than a week since we got married and the marriage has come to an end. Marriage is truly the grave of love.

Thinking about it, she felt sorry for Ye Zhao and favored him, so she took out her cell phone and had to do something for him.

After Ye Zhao finished his performance, he lay down on the bed like a salted fish without dreams, with his eyes closed.

The soul returned to the system space, holding the phone and shouting, "System, come quickly, let's go to the fifth personality!