Seeing that Wang Dahai hesitated to make a move, Liang Jiagia grabbed his hand and placed it on her buttocks.

Feeling the softness in his hand, Wang Dahai suddenly became fully aware.

He turned his head to look, struggled internally for a moment, then grabbed the yoga pants and started to pull them back up for her.

Even though it was thrilling, it was simply too dangerous.

And Wang Dahai was aware of how strong her reactions were, he didn't dare take the risk.

Liang Jiagia looked at him with a face full of silent reproach, but no matter how she looked at him, Wang Dahai just wouldn't cooperate.

After about fifteen minutes, Wang Dahai said, "Miss Liang, we're done."

"That quick?"

Liang Jiagia sat up from the bed with a languid tone in her voice, yet her eyes were filled with deep resentment.

She walked around the screen and nudged her husband.

The man was asleep and only woke up after being pushed several times.

Seeing this, Wang Dahai felt somewhat regretful, but even given another chance, he still wouldn't dare.

"Honey, we can go now," she said.

"Oh, okay," he replied.

The man sat up, clearly not having slept well.

"Honey, you go back first. I'm going to see Little Jie," she said.

"Let's go together," he suggested.

"What for? I'm visiting Little Jie," she retorted.

Liang Jiagia rolled her eyes. The fire within her hadn't been extinguished, and her mood was a bit off.

"Then shall I come to pick you up in the evening?"

"Hmm, come after dinner," she agreed.

"Okay," he said.

After the two left, Wang Dahai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next second, his phone suddenly rang.

He took it out and saw it was from Liang Jiagia.

He instinctively looked up; the two had just reached the stairs.

"Come to Little Jie's place at noon," the message read.

Wang Dahai hesitated for a moment, then replied with a "Okay."

He knew Liang Jiagia had come to see him specifically, he was pleased, but Liang Jiagia had not been.

But shouldn't Zhang Jie's husband be at home?

What was he to make of going there himself?

During lunch break, while he was out eating lunch, he received a call from Liang Jiagia.

"Have you eaten?" she asked.

"I'm eating right now," he replied.

"Come over after you've finished," she commanded.

"Isn't Mrs. Zhang at home?" he inquired.

Liang Jiagia hummed lightly, "You know you're faint-hearted. Don't worry, it will just be the two of us later."

Wang Dahai felt a bit embarrassed.

After lunch, he immediately rushed over.

Entering the room, he saw, indeed, only Liang Jiagia was there.

Liang Jiagia said, "She's gone shopping with her husband. Today, you have to satisfy me properly!"

No need for her to give him instructions, knowing they wouldn't be disturbed, Wang Dahai reached out, scooped her up, and headed towards the couch.

Liang Jiagia, having held back for too long, convulsed with excitement as they joined, her ecstasy-filled moans audible through the door.

It wasn't until after three in the afternoon that Wang Dahai left Zhang Jie's house feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

On his way, he suddenly received a call from Lin Wanqiu.

This took him by surprise, and he hesitated whether to answer or not.

"Hello, sister-in-law," he greeted.

With this address, Lin Wanqiu was silent for two seconds before saying, "Dahai, do you have time right now?"

"What's up?" he asked.

"My aunt seems to be feeling a little unwell. Could you accompany her to the hospital?"

"Miss Wu?"

"Yes."

"Where is she?"

"I'll send you the address."

"Okay."

Just as Wang Dahai was about to hang up, Lin Wanqiu suddenly said, "Are you free tomorrow?"

Wang Dahai was about to say he wasn't, but felt that would be too cold.

And since Lin Wanqiu was asking, she must have something on her mind, so he said, "I am."

Hearing this answer, Lin Wanqiu's mood noticeably brightened, and her voice seemed much more cheerful.

"Then you pick me up at ten in the morning tomorrow."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Dahai let out a sigh.

He was somewhat regretful, feeling he shouldn't have agreed to her.

If they were to break it off, it should be done completely.

What was this lingering connection supposed to mean?

Shaking his head, he tried not to think about it.

He should first check on Wu Qiangwei.

Having not received a call from Wu Qiangwei for two days, he was happy, thinking she might have found another driver, but it turned out she was sick.

Soon, Lin Wanqiu sent him an address.

He glanced at it, and it was precisely the residential complex where he had last taken Wu Qiangwei.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived at the complex where they required him to register before entry.

When he got to the elevator, he found it required a card to access, so he had no choice but to take the stairs.

After climbing to the eighth floor in one go, Wang Dahai took a couple of breaths before gently knocking on the door, but there was no response for quite some time.

The door had a keypad lock, and Lin Wanqiu had sent him the code as well.

He knocked for several more minutes without a response and finally entered the code and pushed the door open.

Standing in the entryway, he called out, "Miss Wu?"

There was no answer.

Yet her shoes were indeed on the shoe rack.

He gently closed the door and, removing his shoes, walked barefoot inside.

On the living room coffee table, unfinished takeout was left, and someone was lying on the couch, covered with a thick blanket.

Upon closer inspection, it was Wu Qiangwei.

This woman was lying on the couch, asleep, but Wang Dahai noticed something was off at first sight.

Her face was very red, and she was breathing heavily.

And in this sweltering heat, she wasn't using the air conditioner, yet she covered herself with such a thick blanket.

He glanced at the coffee table again, spotting not only the unfinished takeout but also several boxes of medicine and a thermometer.

He touched Wu Qiangwei's forehead, and it was alarmingly hot.

"Hey, Miss Wu."

He gently patted Wu Qiangwei's face.

After a while, Wu Qiangwei groggily opened her eyes, seeing Wang Dahai before her, she had a vague look, as if she were trying to figure out why this man appeared in her place.

"Wang Dahai? Why are you here?"

"Your sister-in-law asked me to come over."

Wang Dahai asked, "Why didn't you go to the hospital when you're sick?"

Wu Qiangwei sat up from the couch and said, "I took medicine."

"When did you take it?"

"Yesterday." Just as she finished speaking, she added, "I'm fine, you can go back."

"You've taken medicine for two days and the fever hasn't gone down, and that's what you call fine?"

"It's none of your business."

"You think I want to meddle? Your sister-in-law is worried about you and asked me to check on you."

Wang Dahai stood up and said, "Get up, I'll take you to the hospital."

"I told you, it's none of your business."

Wu Qiangwei went back to being cold and unapproachable, her tone quite harsh.

Seeing her attitude, Wang Dahai was irate.

"Fine, suffer through it yourself."

This woman couldn't understand kindness or reason, so Wang Dahai didn't bother arguing any longer and left.

Upon hearing the door close, Wu Qiangwei curled up her legs under the blanket, hugging them, her chin resting on the blanket as she gazed listlessly at the empty balcony, lost in thought.

After leaving the apartment and descending the stairs, Wang Dahai wanted to just walk away but felt it was a bit pointless to hold a grudge against a sick woman.

Thinking of the medicine on the coffee table, he muttered, "Taking painkillers for a fever, what's wrong with this woman's brain?"

He left the complex and bought a box of antipyretics.

A few minutes later.

Sitting on the couch in a daze, Wu Qiangwei thought she heard someone unlock the door.

Summoning her energy, she looked over and saw Wang Dahai had returned, carrying a pharmacy bag.

Her expression wavered slightly and she said, "Don't you know how to knock?"

Wang Dahai paused, took a breath to suppress his annoyance, and said, "You're sick. I won't take it personally."

He walked over, took out the antipyretic, and handed it to her, "Take this."

Wu Qiangwei turned her head away, "I've already taken medicine."

"That was a painkiller. You have a fever. It seems like your brain really is fried if you can't even tell what medicine to take."

After a couple of seconds of silence, Wu Qiangwei looked at him earnestly and asked, "Wang Dahai, am I very annoying?"

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