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Xiao Qi nodded his head and closed the door. Sitting on the sofa, he irritably ran his fingers through his hair, straining to listen to the sounds from the next room.

However, no matter how hard he listened, the neighboring room remained silent.

Finally, unable to sit still anymore, Xiao Qi got up, opened the door, and stepped over to Chu Beiying’s room next door, knocking continuously.

But no matter how hard he knocked, just as the waiter had said, there was no sound from inside.

He wondered worriedly – surely nothing bad had happened?

Unable to ease his worries, he obtained a spare key from the hotel manager.

The moment he opened the door, he noticed something was wrong.

Looking closely, Chu Beiying’s face was flushed red, clearly indicating a high fever.

Xiao Qi put his hand on her forehead, only to hastily pull it back as the heat scorched him.

Xiao Qi was upset with himself. How had he not noticed earlier? She was unconscious, who knows how long the fever had been raging? She wouldn’t get brain damage, would she?

Xiao Qi headed back to his room, changed his clothes and dressed Beiying in his clothes then scooped her up in a princess carry.

With no other options, he had to go to the hospital. It seemed his day was entwined with the hospital.

He had visited in the afternoon and here he was, back again at night.

“Doctor, please check her immediately,” Xiao Qi called a doctor urgently after finding him.

“What’s her temperature?” The doctor immediately cooled Beiying down and asked Xiao Qi to go pay the fees.

It wasn’t until two hours later, when Beiying’s fever finally subsided, that Xiao Qi felt relief. Whose daughter was this girl, who was proving to be even more of a handful than his own son, An’an?

Since the afternoon, Xiao Qi had not had a moment’s rest, constantly being busy. Now that Beiying’s fever was down, he fell asleep as he watched over her.

Back at Qin Xue’s home, once the men had finished eating, they helped clean up before leaving – Ding Xi even took out the trash.

Seeing this, Qin Xue thought these soldiers were really down-to-earth.

They had been invited for a meal yet brought gifts. They cleaned up and took out the trash after their meal, saving Qin Xue a lot of trouble.

As for Chu Molin, although he drank a bit too much, he was still clear-headed, and his eyes were still sharp, clearly not drunk. His normally expressionless face was a little red.

Qin Yu didn’t have as much luck, he was completely drunk.

After Molin moved Qin Yu to the bed and covered him with a light blanket, he went to wash his face and sober up.

“Xue’er, I’m going back to my dormitory, you and mom should get some rest early,” Chu Molin gave his wife a heads-up.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Why don’t you stay and squish in with Xiao Yu tonight?” Qin Xue looked at him, worried he would trip and fall in his intoxicated state.

“It’s okay, don’t worry, I’m not drunk,” Chu Molin said, showing a rare smile.

“Then please be careful,” Qin Xue advised him, still worried.

“Alright.” Chu Molin, still energetic, decided to go out to get some fresh air to clear his head.

Chu Molin lay down on the grass on the field, his hands behind his head.

He lay there, looking up at the stars. Some were especially bright, blinking like naughty eyes, twinkling and winking, so much like his lovely wife’s expressive eyes.

When Chu Molin left, Qin Xue locked the door, then went back to her room to see her mother still knitting.

“Mom, stop knitting or you might ruin your eyes,” Qin Xue told her mother, eyeing the dim lamp light.

“It’s okay, I’ll finish this little bit left and then I’ll stop,” Nangong Shulan said, looking at the small amount of remaining yarn.

“Did everyone leave?” Nangong Shulan asked her daughter.

“Yes, they all left. Xiao Yu is drunk and Molin put him to bed in his room,” Qin Xue informed her mother, not wanting her to worry about her brother.

“Your brother must be over the moon,” Nangong Shulan surmised. She knew her son usually didn’t drink, so the fact that he got drunk tonight showed just how happy he was.