My Aloof Husband Can't Stop His Devoted Affection-Chapter 546 - 020: The Belief That Supported Him for 7 Years_2

Chapter 546: 020: The Belief That Supported Him for 7 Years_2
Nan Jiayan opened the door, inside were two cats sitting on the entrance stand. When the lights came on, their big round eyes looked at him. Buxia, the little fellow, even let out a ’meow,’ seemingly having spotted Lu Shishu cradled in his arms.
"Biuqiu, help Dad close the door." Nan Jiayan glanced at them, carrying Lu Shishu without turning back, straight to his bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed, thoughtfully helped remove her coat and shoes, covered her with the blanket, and gently checked her forehead with the back of his hand. He felt relieved when he found nothing unusual.
These two little guys had followed Nan Jiayan and Lu Shishu as they went in. Biuqiu, a male cat, was colder than Buxia, not fond of clinginess and pampering, but much more obedient. It had already mastered such door-closing tasks long ago, even teaching Buxia.
Nan Jiayan didn’t have the time to deal with them. He went to the bathroom, wrung out a warm towel, and began to wipe Lu Shishu down, completely ignoring the two cats.
Biuqiu and Buxia sat at the room entrance, watching Nan Jiayan bustle about, amusingly treating Lu Shishu lying on the bed as if she were a rare treasure.
"Meow~"
Buxia walked over, halted at the bed’s edge, looked up at Nan Jiayan sitting at the bedside, and softly meowed, then circled around his feet as if trying to act spoiled, but alas, Nan Jiayan was ignoring it.
"Meow~ Want fish~"
Seeing Nan Jiayan not paying attention, Buxia seemed a bit annoyed and cried out again, even clawing at his pant leg twice.
"Buxia, stop it, it’s late, go sleep now, don’t bother your mom’s rest. Mom’s had too much to drink and isn’t feeling well, so don’t make trouble. Biuqiu, take your wife away." Nan Jiayan glanced at the little fellow beside his foot, with a tone of some helplessness. He then looked at Biuqiu, who hadn’t moved from the door, seemingly issuing an order.
Having listened, Biuqiu lazily stretched and then walked leisurely to Buxia, licking Buxia’s fur, but Buxia wasn’t having it. In the end, Biuqiu lightly swatted Buxia, which riled Buxia up, and it angrily barked at Biuqiu.
Nan Jiayan sighed, watching as they squabbled again: "Alright, calm down, don’t disturb your mom’s rest. Biuqiu, I’ve told you many times not to hit your wife; otherwise, you won’t ever stay together with Buxia. Don’t think sweet-talking your wife is enough each time. If it happens again, I will separate you two and find another male cat for Buxia."
"Meow~"
Biuqiu could always understand human speech, particularly reacting the most when hearing Nan Jiayan’s last words. It nudged Buxia with its head, beginning to act weak, but Buxia wasn’t buying it and slapped away when Biuqiu approached, muttering angrily before running out of the room.
"See! You’ve angered your wife, haven’t you! Hurry up and apologize, or are you really waiting to be replaced?" Nan Jiayan looked at Biuqiu’s cold yet aggrieved state and couldn’t help but laugh, speaking out.
Biuqiu glanced at him, swayed out of the room, starting to coax his wife.
Nan Jiayan shook his head with a smile. After watching their little episode, all his thoughts went back to Lu Shishu.
Lu Shishu didn’t show much anomaly now, but her beautiful face was somewhat twisted, her brows tightly furrowed.
Nan Jiayan stayed by her side until late night when he fell asleep on the nearby tatami sofa. Suddenly, he was awakened by noises, quickly opening his eyes and lifting the quilt, heading to the bed’s edge. He saw her forehead sweating faintly, her face full of panic and fear, lips trembling, murmuring, "Don’t go, don’t go..."
Since their return, Nan Jiayan had seen her cold and aloof side, never this before, causing him a pang of heartache. Grabbing her uneasy hand firmly, he softly comforted her: "Shi Shu, I’m here, don’t be afraid, I’ll never leave again."
Perhaps his hand was too warm, and Lu Shishu’s frantic thoughts suddenly stabilized, though her brows remained tightly knit, she didn’t say anything more, continuing to sleep deeply.