Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 342: Faking Illness

His name is Chen Zhengsheng, seventeen this year, a native of Yan State, a scholar, a poor scholar.

Because he was poor, he participated in the competition. After passing multiple stages of selection, he gained the approval of the master and praise from other scholars, unanimously judged to be the champion.

Now he has become the pillar of the bookstore.

Chen Zhengsheng’s story "Contemporary" is currently the most favored by readers; they would buy "Contemporary" for this story.

Without talent, one cannot stand out like this.

I heard he will participate in the provincial examination next year, his future is boundless.

No wonder aunt favors him, even Qu Fulan is optimistic about him.

It must be why Qu Fulan had the shopkeeper sign those ten people; they all had potential.

In the future, if Chen Zhengsheng ranks high, not only will Mrs. Li’s family bask in glory, but her bookstore will also share in the honor.

By then, Chen Zhengsheng’s work will be hard to come by.

Qu Fulan originally intended to leave, but to observe this young man further, she stayed a while longer at her aunt’s house.

She witnessed Chen Zhengsheng carrying water, fetching several buckets for his own home and for her aunt’s house, proving to be hardworking and robust, not the frail bookish type who couldn’t lift a finger.

Since both parties have feelings, Qu Fulan no longer worries about Cousin Jinxiu’s marriage.

After a day out, Qu Fulan returned and started coughing again, indicating the illness was not gone, and prone to recurrence.

Pei Ji’an looked as serious as anything, called for medicine to be prepared, and fed it to her, "You should rest at home for a few days, wait until you are well before going out. This morning you agreed nicely, but as soon as I left, you followed right behind me. Impressive."

Qu Fulan drank the medicine silently, knowing this would happen once she left in the morning, whether she was well or not, he would have something to say about it.

She didn’t argue but placed his hand on her cheek, rubbing it, looking at him with innocent large eyes, signaling goodwill without words.

Pei Ji’an’s anger dissipated instantly, the corners of his mouth that had been pressed together now slightly rose, and he no longer scolded her.

Qu Fulan, achieving her purpose, smiled with her brows and eyes curved, thinking it’s necessary to show goodwill if she needs something from him.

Regarding Li Niang’s lifelong affairs.

Of course, she wouldn’t request now, lest he finds out she’s showing goodwill for someone else’s business; that wouldn’t do!

It’s not urgent anyway, discussing it in a day or two would be the same.

After finally finishing the medicine, he tried to kiss her, and Qu Fulan turned her head, "Aren’t you afraid of being infected?"

Pei Ji’an said, "Do you think I’m as fragile as you?"

Then he caught and kissed her, not minding the bitterness of her medicated lips.

The next day.

This time Qu Fulan felt her body was entirely healed, the whole person felt different.

In contrast, the Princely Heir started to run a fever and cough.

Qu Fulan wanted to laugh but held it in with difficulty, first asking for leave on his behalf, then brewing medicine, and this time it was her turn to feed him.

Pei Ji’an looked gloomy, not at all in a good mood.

Facing reality so quickly like this, could his mood be good?

"Getting sick occasionally is good." Qu Fulan comforted him, "It boosts immunity."

Being sick often is not good, but never being sick is not good either; one shouldn’t be too absolute in anything; a bit of balance is always good.

The Princely Heir was not comforted. When he tried to get up, he sat back down, feeling weak all over.

Qu Fulan quickly pressed his shoulders, "Don’t move around, stay at home and rest for a few days, only with a good body can you go out." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Upon hearing this, the Princely Heir’s face turned greener. These were his words of counsel to her earlier.

Qu Fulan couldn’t stop laughing inside.

Given his constitution, one bowl of medicine should have left him mostly well, if not entirely, given his physical strength.

But the next day she couldn’t laugh anymore because he had not only not improved but worsened.

This shouldn’t be. After taking his pulse, feeling it should have been better the day after medication, why did it worsen?

Originally she estimated he would recover, even preparing to go out, but he complained of pains, Qu Fulan panicked, wanting to call a doctor. Pei Ji’an just said no need, a bit of rest would suffice, telling her to attend to her business, and he’d manage alone, as her business was the most important.

With such words spoken, could Qu Fulan leave him unattended at home? Plus, with business now stable, a day less of work wouldn’t matter.

So she stayed home to care for him, checking his forehead against fever, taking his pulse, afraid he’d feel uncomfortable again.

But after a long half-day, she diagnosed no symptoms; just as she was puzzled, she saw him shrugging with a sly smile, and she realized.

This man was pretending to be sick!

No, he was genuinely sick yesterday, but after a sleep got better, now pretending just to entertain her!

Qu Fulan exploded with anger, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at him, "Is tricking me fun?"

Being trained in martial arts, not to mention a pillow, even a punch wouldn’t hurt him, he let her vent but still exaggerated, saying oh, it hurts, really hurts.

Qu Fulan stopped hitting him, knowing he felt no pain as she wasn’t using strength, glaring at him and turning away.

Pei Ji’an playfully came to her, "Are you upset?"

"Shall I take you to see the lanterns later?"

"I was wrong, shouldn’t have tricked you, want to hit me a couple more times to vent?"

"Don’t be angry anymore, come on, hit me a few more times, with your hands."

With that, he picked up her hand to hit his face.

Qu Fulan retracted her palm, counter-questioning, "Why did you trick me?"

If he dared say it was for fun, she promised to ignore him for three days.

Instead, Pei Ji’an said, "Because I didn’t want you to go out, your illness only just got better, you should rest a few more days, what if it relapses once you go out?"

"Was yesterday’s illness feigned as well?"

"What do you take me for, a deity, to fake illness? Yesterday’s ailment was real." Today was feigned, with the foundation of yesterday’s illness making it more convincing; however, he wisely didn’t voice this, lest he pour oil on the fire.

Only then did Qu Fulan stop pursuing, then as she was about to take the opportunity to talk about Li Niang’s matter, a servant came to report.

"Young Madam, Princess Zhuyu is here for a visit."

Before Qu Fulan could say anything, Pei Ji’an frowned, "Why does she always come?"

Then he directed outside, "Tell her Young Madam isn’t feeling well and cannot entertain guests."

Finally having some couple time, the Princely Heir didn’t wish for irrelevant people to disrupt it.

Qu Fulan stopped the servant about to leave, telling Pei Ji’an, "Since she’s here, naturally it’s polite to meet. I’ll see what’s going on."

Mainly to check whether Princess Zhuyu had sneaked out; if so, that’d be troublesome.

Fortunately, it wasn’t.

"I specially obtained royal permission to come out, Father knows I’m here to see you, rest assured." Princess Zhuyu gave a reassuring look.

"Does the Princess need something from me?" Qu Fulan had refreshments and fruits brought up.

"The palace is so dull, I wanted to come out and play with you, is your health better?" asked the princess.

"Much better, but still not convenient to go out, afraid I can’t accompany the princess for an outing." Qu Fulan remembered Pei Ji’an’s words.

"It’s alright, chatting together is just as good." The princess had a sweet smile.

She left the palace specifically to see Young Lady Pei, feeling something was missing just from not seeing her for a day.