Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 2140: Chapter 2140: King of the Pirates (31)

"Where did you get it?" The flower crown was conspicuous, and as Bu Qing entered, Chuzheng interrogated him: "Who made it for you?"

Although Bu Qing’s complexion wasn’t very pale these days, it was still much paler than the average person, and with his elegant attire and flower crown, he did not appear effeminate; rather, he exuded a refined air.

Whenever he appeared, everything else became mere background scenery.

Bu Qing put down the porcelain jar and removed the flower crown.

— Mi Yun gave it to me.

"What’s he doing giving you this without any reason?"

That grandson is not trying to compete with me for affection, is he?!

— I don’t know.

Bu Qing didn’t mention the somewhat odd remark Mi Yun had made to him.

He observed Chuzheng for a while and didn’t notice anything amiss with her.

"From now on, you’re not allowed to accept things from others."

Bu Qing nodded obediently, threw the flower crown out of the window, then held up the porcelain jar in front of Chuzheng, signaling for her to drink.

"What’s this?"

Bu Qing pointed at himself, indicating he made it.

"So impressive?"

Bu Qing smiled gently, his cheeks showing a slight blush, with an expectant expression directed at Chuzheng.

Chuzheng stirred the contents with a spoon and tasted it; the soup was rich and flavorful, with a hint of sweetness.

Bu Qing blinked, his face almost visibly asking "Is it good?"

Chuzheng gestured for Bu Qing to sit over there, and without any hesitation, Bu Qing sat in Chuzheng’s embrace.

"It’s quite good," Chuzheng said as she held him.

Bu Qing beamed, took the spoon, and started feeding Chuzheng proactively.

Chuzheng found it a bit troublesome: "Drink it yourself."

Bu Qing tilted his head.

— But this is meant for you.

"..." Chuzheng took a deep breath: "I’ll do it myself."

Bu Qing puffed his cheeks slightly and shook his head, indicating he intended to feed her.

Chuzheng: "..."

"Are you sick?"

This is something I could finish in a few sips, but you’re going to feed me one spoonful at a time? How long would it take me to finish it?

Calm down!

I mustn’t refuse the Good Person Card’s request.

Hoo!

I can do it!

"Change the method."

"???"

Chuzheng leaned down and whispered into Bu Qing’s ear: "Feed me with your mouth, or I’ll just drink it myself."

Bu Qing: "..."

Bu Qing’s ears flushed red, his fingers slightly relaxing their grip on the spoon.

Chuzheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the Good Person Card dare to challenge me...

Before her thought completed, Bu Qing suddenly tightened his grip on the spoon, bowed his head to take a sip, and then slightly raised his eyes towards Chuzheng.

Chuzheng: "..."

-

Bu Qing’s increasing boldness was something Chuzheng was becoming more aware of lately, obedient as he was, yet sometimes his actions were quite unexpected.

Chuzheng propped her head, staring at the person already asleep next to her.

Her eyes usually calm and unruffled, showed a hint of tenderness.

Chuzheng’s fingertips gently brushed Bu Qing’s bangs from his forehead and slid down over the bridge of his nose.

Bu Qing probably sensed the tickling sensation, raised his hand scratching, then turned slightly, leaning into Chuzheng’s arms, seeking a comfortable position, and snuggled closer.

Chuzheng held the pose for quite a while, lost in thought.

"Cough..."

Chuzheng suppressed the urge to cough, moved Bu Qing’s hand from her waist carefully, and slipped out from under the covers.

When she was about two meters away from the bed, the person who had been asleep opened his eyes, watching as Chuzheng’s figure retreated.

-

Chuzheng left the room, unable to suppress the wave of discomfort engulfing her.

"Cough cough cough..."

The sensation was as if she was going to expel her internal organs from coughing, warmth in her palms, a metallic scent spreading at the tip of her nose.

"Squeak—"

The sound of a door opening came from behind.

Chuzheng turned her head, the young boy stood bare-footed, wearing a white undergarment, staring at her in a stupor.

He saw the blood in Chuzheng’s palm.

Chuzheng took out a handkerchief and wiped away the blood, her expression calm: "Bu Qing, I think I might die."

The boy’s body swayed, the color drained from his face instantly, he walked over and supported Chuzheng.

His eyes communicated ’You’re lying to me.’

"I’m not lying." Chuzheng removed her outer robe, placing it around him: "I don’t have much time left." If it truly was as the Great Island Lord said, and if she couldn’t find a remedy for her condition, time was indeed running out.

Bu Qing shook his head, disbelieving.

She looked fine...

But how could someone fine cough up blood?

Bu Qing was flustered; his lips parted several times but no sound emerged, he could only grip Chuzheng’s arm firmly.

Chuzheng embraced him as they returned to the room: "I’m telling you this because I feel you deserve to know, but I hope you can remain calm, even if anxious it’s of no use, right?"

How could he be calm?

Bu Qing jumped off the bed, went to the desk, and fetched pen and ink.

— I don’t want you to die.

"Everyone dies, when the body can no longer sustain itself, death follows." Chuzheng tucked his feet under the blanket.

Bu Qing found Chuzheng’s words incredibly strange, but couldn’t quite grasp the meaning.

— We could see a doctor, it could be cured.

Chuzheng shook her head.

— Doctors... are of no use?

If it was truly as the Great Island Lord described, then a doctor couldn’t help.

Her body since young had been nurtured by medicine, and only the Third Island Lord knew what medications had been administered during that period.

Bu Qing’s grip on the pen trembled, failing to drop a single word after a long pause, then suddenly he released the paper and pen, leaned in and embraced Chuzheng tightly.

He didn’t want her to die.

The boy’s body quivered, unknowingly filled with fear and dread.

Chuzheng patted his back: "It’s okay, don’t be afraid."

How could he not be afraid?

He wanted her to always be with him, why...

-

Bu Qing clung to her all night, refusing to sleep despite all of Chuzheng’s coaxing.

The next day, the boy’s eyes were slightly swollen, filled with bloodshot veins, and his face was alarmingly pale, looking somewhat frightening.

"Be good and sleep."

Bu Qing shook his head, clutching onto her, unwilling to release as if by releasing her, Chuzheng would no longer be there.

Chuzheng grew a bit impatient, pressing Bu Qing’s shoulders, ready to speak sharply, but then saw the fear in Bu Qing’s eyes.

It was an emotion she hadn’t seen since bringing him by her side for a long time...

Chuzheng inexplicably softened a little inside.

"Bu Qing, I’m not about to die right now, but if you continue this way, it might be me who ends up caring for you. Do you think that is appropriate?"

"Now, be good and sleep, okay?"

Bu Qing remained silent for a moment, nodded, laid down, and closed his eyes.

Chuzheng let out a silent breath.

She didn’t want to hide the truth from Bu Qing, but seeing him like this...

Bu Qing reopened his eyes, catching Chuzheng’s hand and holding it firmly, staring at her intensely for several seconds before closing his eyes.

A few seconds later, he reopened them.

Chuzheng: "..."

"I’m not leaving." Chuzheng reached out, gently rubbing his nose, then, sternly: "Sleep quickly."

Bu Qing slowly closed his eyes and didn’t reopen them.

Chuzheng, also worn-out, decided to rest with him for a while.

She didn’t know how long she slept, upon awakening, Bu Qing was gone, only a note was left behind.

— I forbid you from dying!

Chuzheng raised her brows; he’s learned to use the word "forbid" now.