TSWPF -Chapter 378 Injured

Li Qingling didn’t ask what Liu Zhimou had said to Ling Yi. She gently helped him sit up, ladled a bowl of porridge, and brought it over for him to drink first.

Liu Zhimou looked at her with his deep, dark eyes and said that he was injured and couldn’t hold the bowl, asking her to feed him.

Li Qingling glanced at him silently and couldn’t help laughing. In the end, she compromised and nodded.

“My wife is the best.”

Being stared at like that made her heart skip a couple of beats. She shot him a shy look, gently blew on the porridge, and then fed it to him.

After drinking nearly half a bowl, Liu Zhimou frowned and said he didn’t want porridge anymore—he wanted rice.

The porridge was too bland and tasteless. He really didn’t like it.

Li Qingling glared at him and refused. She said he had been hungry for so long and needed to eat something light first, or it would upset his stomach.

“Wife…”

“No.”

“Wife…”

“You can eat tomorrow.”

“Wi—” Before he could finish, a spoon was stuffed into his mouth. Li Qingling smiled and said, “Drink.”

Sigh… It seemed hopeless.

Liu Zhimou looked at her resentfully, as if he were drinking poison, and finished the bowl.

Seeing his miserable expression, Li Qingling couldn’t help laughing. She pinched his cheek.

“It’s not poison. Why do you look so pitiful? You’re more childish than a child.”

With his mouth tasteless and bland, Liu Zhimou stared deeply at her. Before she could react, he grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. Holding her face, he kissed her red lips.

Li Qingling didn’t dare struggle, afraid of hurting his wound. She could only obediently lean into his arms and let him kiss her thoroughly.

Only when she was nearly out of breath did he finally let her go.

With a slight smile, he said, “Now it tastes sweet.”

Her face turned bright red. She pinched his waist and told him to let go.

“As a patient, shouldn’t you behave better?”

She glared at him. “Let go. I’m going to bring you your medicine.”

“No…” Liu Zhimou rested his chin on her shoulder and kissed her ear. “Wife, I don’t want to take medicine. It’s too bitter.”

“You must. No excuses.”

“No matter how you act cute, it won’t work,” she said firmly. Then she softened her tone. “Be good and drink it. Don’t make me worry, okay?”

Hearing that, he pursed his lips and nodded.

She was already pregnant and had worried about him for so long. How could he bear to make her worry more?

He loosened his hold and let her bring the medicine.

Afraid he might change his mind, Li Qingling hurried over and brought it back. Liu Zhimou took it and drank it all in one go.

She stared at him in surprise.

Before, whenever he was sick, she had to coax him endlessly and even “pay compensation” before he would drink his medicine. Why was he so obedient now?

But as long as he drank it, that was good enough.

Smiling, she took the bowl and stuffed a candied date into his mouth.

Liu Zhimou smiled. “Wife, I finished the medicine in one go. Do I get a reward?”

“Yes.”

She bent down and kissed his lips lightly.

“That’s your reward.”

He touched his lips and smiled brightly. He barely accepted this reward. When he recovered, he would ask for a bigger one.

“Sleep,” Li Qingling said, blushing. She tapped his forehead and pretended to be fierce.

He patted the inside of the bed, signaling her to come up and sleep with him.

When he woke up and saw her curled in a corner, his heart ached.

She hesitated, afraid of pressing on his wound.

“It’s fine. Come up,” he said, pulling her hand. “If you don’t stay with me, I can’t sleep.”

Left with no choice, she took off her shoes and carefully climbed in.

He kissed her forehead gently. “Sleep.”

“Okay.”

No longer worried, Li Qingling soon fell asleep.

Looking at her sleeping face, Liu Zhimou’s eyes filled with tenderness. After a long while, he closed his eyes.

The Next Morning

When Li Qingling woke up, her stomach churned. She covered her mouth, jumped out of bed, pulled out a basin, and began retching.

The noise woke Liu Zhimou.

Seeing her pale and uncomfortable, he panicked. “What’s wrong?”

She waved her hand, unable to speak.

How could he believe she was fine?

He immediately called for Xichun.

Xichun rushed in, saw what was happening, and quickly brought in sour plums.

“Go call the doctor,” Liu Zhimou said anxiously.

“The doctor already came,” Xichun replied. “This is normal morning sickness. There’s no cure.”

No cure?

He frowned deeply.

“How long will it last?”

“It depends. Some women only vomit for a few days. Some until delivery.”

Until delivery?

His heart hurt even more.

After rinsing her mouth, Li Qingling ate a sour plum and forced a smile.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

How could he not worry?

Holding her hand, he said softly, “Wife, you’ve worked so hard.”

She shook her head and placed his hand on her flat belly.

“This is our child. I’m not tired.”

The child was the crystallization of their love. A little hardship was nothing.

Deeply moved, Liu Zhimou gently touched her belly.

“Child, be good. Don’t torment your mother.”

Li Qingling laughed at his foolish words. The baby wasn’t even formed yet—how could it understand?

But she let him say it.

After that, Liu Zhimou asked Xichun to bring breakfast.

When they were alone, he asked when her morning sickness had started.

“Yesterday morning,” she replied.

Now he understood.

He apologized again.

She rolled her eyes. “Stop saying sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He was a victim too.

“Alright, I won’t,” he said with a smile, changing the subject.

When her color improved, he finally relaxed.

But after she ate and vomited again, he became anxious once more.

“Wife, are you okay? Should we see the doctor again?”

“If you can’t eat, don’t force yourself,” he said, hating that he was injured and couldn’t even hold her.

She shook her head and ate another piece of sour cake.

She had to eat—for the baby’s sake.

Only after becoming a mother did one understand how hard it was.

Xichun handed her water.

After drinking, Li Qingling swallowed the cake and ate another plum.

Only then did she feel better.

“This little one is too troublesome,” she muttered. “When he’s born, I’ll spank him.”

“Xichun,” Liu Zhimou said, “go ask Madam Hu if she has any methods.”

She had experience with childbirth.

He didn’t want Li Qingling to suffer like this anymore.

Later, he helped Li Qingling lie down to rest.

Her face was too pale.

Weakly, she climbed into bed and lay still.

Morning sickness was truly unbearable.

He stroked her cheek gently and told her to sleep again.

She nodded and soon drifted off.

When she woke up later and didn’t see him, she panicked.

“Zhimou!”

“I’m outside,” he replied. “Did you wake up?”

He was speaking to Magistrate Ma.

“I won’t be going to the office for a while. If anything urgent happens, come here.”

Magistrate Ma nodded and left.

Li Qingling came over and sat beside him.

“Was that Magistrate Ma?”

“Yes,” he said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I handed things over to him.”

His injured leg would need at least a hundred days to heal.

Fortunately, there would be no lasting damage.

Otherwise…