What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: We Still Haven’t Had Our Kissing Practice Today…

Song Cun showered and changed, then went downstairs with his script in hand. The living room was quiet, but a pleasant aroma wafted from the kitchen. A smart pot was keeping warm a bowl of his favorite shrimp, scallop, and vegetable porridge.

He poured himself a bowl, sat at the dining table, and began to read his script while sipping the porridge. Suddenly, 2099 shot out of its charging station, its voice urgent.

“Little Master, I’ve received an alert. Master seems to have gone into a deep sleep again. Please go check on him!”

Song Cun hadn’t even swallowed his mouthful of porridge. He immediately put down his script and rushed upstairs. He had just seen Qi Yan showering in the next room, and he worried he might have collapsed in the bathroom.

The guest room door was ajar. Song Cun pushed it open and hurried inside. Qi Yan wasn’t on the bed or the sofa, and the bathroom door was open. A flutter of panic hit Song Cun. He rushed inside.

The next second, he saw Qi Yan on the floor, his head resting against the bed frame, eyes closed in a deep sleep. He was wearing a bathrobe and hadn’t had time to get dressed. It seemed he had just come out of the bathroom and collapsed before he could lie down on the bed.

“Qi Yan!”

Song Cun rushed over and knelt down to hold Qi Yan. 2099, with its short legs, arrived a moment later, but it couldn’t help anyway. Song Cun had to use all his strength to get the tall alpha onto the bed. He was thankful he wasn’t a delicate omega, or he wouldn’t have been able to move him.

After covering Qi Yan with the blanket, Song Cun let out a big sigh. He put the back of his hand on Qi Yan’s forehead to check his temperature. When he confirmed it was normal, he turned to 2099. “Should I call Dr. Shen?”

“This kind of sudden fainting happens once or twice a month,” 2099 said. “If the deep sleep is within the normal time range, there’s no need to call Dr. Shen. I just have to report the monitoring data to him.”

Song Cun nodded, remembering the last time this happened was when he had joined his film crew. “So, when it happens, he just faints anywhere? That’s too dangerous.” He hadn’t noticed the last two times because he only found out after the fact, and they weren’t close then. But today, he had witnessed it for the first time, and Qi Yan was on the floor. Song Cun was a little startled.

“Most of the time, Master has a premonition that he’s about to fall asleep and goes back to his room. I also receive a warning signal in advance,” 2099 explained. “But today, I received a direct deep-sleep alert, so this episode must have come on very suddenly, and Master didn’t even have time to lie down on the bed…”

Song Cun’s gaze fell on Qi Yan’s pale face. His voice held a concern and urgency that he didn’t even notice himself. “What about the previous times this happened? How did he manage? Did no one help him get into bed? Why didn’t the family hire a servant to take care of him?” 2099 certainly couldn’t lift a person.

“Master doesn’t like strangers in the house. There are bodyguards on duty around the villa, but we don’t let them in unless it’s an emergency. We usually call Dr. Shen to help, as he and Master are also friends privately,” 2099 said. “Just like the time you went to film, Master suddenly passed out in the study, and Dr. Shen came to help. But this time, with the Little Master here, we don’t have to bother Dr. Shen with a trip.” After speaking, 2099 left the room to report the monitoring data to Dr. Shen.

Song Cun stayed in the room. It was daytime outside, so he drew the curtains halfway to prevent direct sunlight from hitting Qi Yan’s face. He sat on the bed beside Qi Yan, watching his peaceful sleeping face and listening to his steady breathing.

After a while, Song Cun leaned over, resting his head on Qi Yan’s shoulder. He wrapped one arm around Qi Yan and whispered to himself, “But I might not be here next time…”

His phone vibrated in his pocket. A message came in. Song Cun took out his phone and lit up the screen.

“Chen Jie: I’ll be at the villa entrance to pick you up in about an hour.”

One hour left. Song Cun’s eyelashes trembled.

…

A few minutes later, a busy figure appeared in the kitchen.

2099 watched, astonished, as the “Little Master,” who was usually waited on hand and foot by Qi Yan, actually started to make chicken soup himself. His technique was clumsy, and he almost cut his hand a few times. 2099 watched with bated breath, thinking that if he got hurt, Qi Yan would be heartbroken when he woke up. It tried to help several times, but Song Cun insisted on doing it himself.

“I’ll add some goji berries and red dates, too. They’re good for the bl00d…” Song Cun muttered to himself.

If a robot could cry, 2099 would be bawling its eyes out.

One person, because the other had a bad stomach from a hangover, bothered to peel shrimp after shrimp to make vegetable porridge for him to drink when he woke up.

Another person, because the other was pale from his deep sleep, despite having no cooking experience, wanted to make chicken soup with his own hands so he could have a hot bowl as soon as he woke up.

This must be a two-way love!

2099 shed tears (electronic tears). The ingredients were finally ready. Under 2099’s guidance, Song Cun pressed a button for slow simmering and to keep the soup warm.

Just then, Chen Jie called, hurrying him to leave.

“Wait for me 5 more minutes!” Song Cun said, hanging up the phone and running upstairs. He went into the guest room, stood by the bed, and took a moment to catch his breath.

He then leaned down and gave a light peck on Qi Yan’s lips. He turned his head and put his ear to Qi Yan’s chest, listening to his heartbeat for a few seconds.

Then he whispered, “When I come back tonight, you have to be awake. We still haven’t had our kissing practice today…”