Accidentally Married to the Big Shot-Chapter 57 - Massage

Chapter 57: Chapter 57 Massage

Gu Wei was now at Kang Sheng Hospital, where Liao Ding had conducted a thorough physical examination on him.

Gu Cheng was also there.

The two sat in Liao Ding’s office with a pot of Hu Po Tea, which aided sleep, placed beside them.

Gu Cheng poured some tea for Gu Wei and said, “Have some tea first, it helps focus the mind.”

Gu Wei took the tea and drank a few sips but said nothing.

Gu Cheng teased him, “Look at those dark circles; they’re almost competing with national treasures.”

Gu Wei smiled faintly.

“If it really comes down to it, just discharge from the military, your health is more important,” Gu Cheng said.

“My dictionary doesn’t include the words ‘discharge from the military,’” Gu Wei replied.

Unless the army truly no longer needed him.

Gu Cheng, feeling helpless, turned his head away and complained inwardly: Stubborn mule!

But what else could he do but dote on him?

After all, he was the big brother.

This younger brother had been stubborn since childhood. When Gu Cheng was 10, he took Gu Wei to play in the countryside where their grandfather lived, and they unwittingly strolled to the edge of a dry well. Gu Cheng slipped and nearly fell down.

At that time, the 5-year-old Gu Wei promptly grabbed his arm, strained with all his might as if his life depended on it, and held on for over an hour until the adults arrived.

By the time the adults came, Gu Wei’s wrist joints had dislocated.

From then on, Gu Cheng swore that he would be good to his younger brother for the rest of his life.

After sitting for another half hour, Liao Ding entered the room.

Liao Ding held the medical report and gave Gu Wei a solemn glance.

“How is his health?” Gu Cheng asked.

Liao Ding handed the report to Gu Cheng, “After being poisoned, he should have been able to recover slowly with rest, but he went on a mission, and it was arduous. Now, his condition has worsened.”

Upon hearing this, Gu Cheng looked at Gu Wei with concern.

“How bad is it?” Gu Cheng asked, “I mean…how many years can he live?”

Gu Wei quipped, “Brother, can’t you hope for my recovery?”

“No, if you die early, I get to inherit everything.” What Gu Cheng said was said in jest because Gu Wei refused to rest.

Liao Ding watched the two brothers helplessly and said, “It’s not that serious. What I mean by ‘not optimistic’ is that his insomnia has worsened. The younger master must now rest properly and get his sleep patterns into a stable period as soon as possible; otherwise, it will affect the functioning of his organs in many ways.”

“Is there anything we can do right now?” Gu Cheng asked.

Liao Ding shook his head.

“Summon all the related experts here, from both domestic and foreign shores; no matter the cost, we must cure him,” Gu Cheng declared.

…

Su Meixi took a taxi home as soon as she got off the high-speed train.

Standing underneath her apartment building, she looked up at the 16th floor and suddenly felt a wave of nervousness and unease.

She hadn’t seen him for a month!

Su Meixi was the kind of person who didn’t dare to have expectations of others. She would feel a sense of estrangement from friends she had not seen for a while and believed they felt the same way.

Then she would subconsciously keep distance from others unless the other party took the initiative to be friendly; otherwise, she would think they were distancing themselves from her.

It was as if every time she separated from friends for a period, they needed to rebuild their relationship.

She wondered whether Gu Wei felt the same since they hadn’t contacted each other this past month.

After hesitating in the residential area for a while, she eventually dragged her suitcase and went upstairs.

She entered the passcode, pushed open the door, and instantly, the familiar aroma of cooked pork ribs wafted through the air.

It was his specialty dish.

At that moment, Su Meixi felt like she was transported back to a month ago.

No sooner had she changed her shoes than Gu Wei came out with a dish. Upon seeing her, he greeted her just like before, “You’re back? Wash your hands and let’s eat.”

It was as if nothing had changed.

He was the same Gu Wei as a month ago.

She went to put her stuff away, then washed her hands and came out. Gu Wei had already ladled soup for her and served the rice.

“Let’s eat,” he said as he handed her a pair of chopsticks.

Su Meixi accepted them and smiled at her.

“How was the training?” he asked while digging into his rice.

“It went well, I learned quite a bit,” Su Meixi replied.

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“That’s good.”

Su Meixi then asked him, “How about you? Was the mission you were on during this period smooth?”

Gu Wei nodded, “Pretty smooth.”

And that was all he said.

Their relationship quickly returned to how it was a month ago, as if the past month was not a void.

Only now did Su Meixi dare to look at him closely.

His dark circles were severe, his complexion sallow – he looked like someone who hadn’t slept well in a long time.

Presumably, he had not had a good night’s sleep in the military.

That meant he hadn’t found a way to sleep well in the military; he could only come back to her.

Su Meixi didn’t bring it up and silently finished the meal with Gu Wei.

It was past nine in the evening when she finished her bath and walked back into the living room.

Gu Wei sat on the sofa motionless, seemingly lost in thought.

Hearing her approach, he turned his head to look at her.

She moistened her lips, then boldly walked up to him.

“Gu Wei, during my training, one of the courses was about resolving Lang Jian poisons.”

“Oh?” He looked at her, somewhat incredulously.

He knew that every time she got close to him, it was to help him get a good night’s sleep.

“Since you’ve been poisoned, do you mind if I practice on you?” Su Meixi asked.

Gu Wei replied without hesitation, “I don’t mind.”

Relieved by his answer, she said, “Then please lie down.”

Gu Wei paused for a moment, then lay down on the couch.

Tall and long-limbed, with a perky backside, he lay there on the sofa, resembling the models used in art schools for drawing.

Su Meixi couldn’t help swallowing her saliva before pulling up a stool and sitting in front of him.

She started by massaging the acupoints on his head.

However, as he lay on the sofa with a backrest, and not as convenient as a hospital bed, she had to sit squeezed on the sofa to better perform her skills, bending over to massage him.

Gu Wei only felt the fragrance of a woman after a bath waft over him, her hair occasionally sweeping across his neck.

When her supple fingertips kneaded his scalp, he felt as if the long-dormant blood within him suddenly boiled over.

Yet his insomnia had been too prolonged; this surge of blood soon turned into an overwhelming drowsiness.

After Su Meixi had pressed the acupoints on his back, she instructed him, “You can turn over now.”

He was almost asleep but obeyed her, turning to lie on his back.

Su Meixi started from the top again.

Her fingertips continued to travel across his body, from his face to his chest, his arms, and legs, massaging every acupoint that could help him sleep and detoxify.

Gu Wei watched her serious and focused demeanor, her delicate face lowered and strands of hair occasionally falling out, which she would tuck behind her ear.

As she leaned forward, due to the loose neckline of her nightgown, the valley of her chest became faintly visible.